Apparently, Hickey had rather original ideas when it came to rousing her from her sleep. It was the only explanation as to why she woke up to him sucking on her tits and licking at her skin like a parched man at an oasis. All while lightly teasing her dampening sex with the calloused pad of his thumb. She was instinctively riding his hand and halfway to coming by the time her eyes fluttered open and she was fully aware of her bearings.
“Of course, I’ll gladly take me paws off of ya,” his words caressed her jaw before gave her a playful nip along her clavicle, “If you like.”
Her intense glare only served to make him bark out a laugh. It got even louder as she hastily yanked off her chemise over her head and hurled it to the floor. Somehow, she managed to keep up her aggravated expression in spite of as her hips twitching in response to him lightly pressing his thumb into her.
“I’ll take that as a yes ‘en, sweetheart?” he paused, looking up at her with a lewd smirk. When she didn’t immediately reply, he dragged her smallclothes down her legs and tugged them off her, tossing them over his shoulder.
Her expression swiftly slid to a pleased yip as he took a nipple between eager teeth. Judging by the way her fingers dug into his broad shoulders as he then switched tactics to lap at her, soothing the bite with his tongue, it was pretty damn clear that she was plenty alright with not going anywhere. At least not for a while.
Her tits lavished with enough attention, he licked a trail down her firm stomach. Pressing a lingering kiss to her slit rewarded him with an impatient buck of her hips. Finding her hot and whimpering for him made his cock throb with almost painful need. But hearing his comely ‘lil wolf bitch snap and snarl for him first would be well worth the wait. Eying her, he growled in appreciation as her hands fisted in his hair and his thumb was quickly replaced by his hungry lips on her pussy. Exploring her folds with his tongue, he dipped and out of her. Her increasingly keening cries doggedly drove him onwards. Particularly when he sucked her clit into his devious little mouth before finally slicking two fingers into her.
She nearly jerked him up off the bed. But his broad chest pinned her legs, allowing him to drop a heavy arm over her belly and hold her in place. It created a delectable friction, encouraging her twist and wriggle under him as he buried his face in her wetness. She nearly screamed at that, chest heaving with each shaking breath she took. Steadily increasing his movements, her groaning and cursing encouraged him. Chiefly since it was punctuated by the breathless, panting sounds of his name spilling from her tasty mouth. He welcomed it, chuckling against her sex before lashing the tip of his tongue against her clit.
She gifted him with one of her fierce yowls, her eyes squeezing shut. As her hips spasmed and shuddered up to meet him, he redoubled his efforts. And no, she most certainly was not babbling like a daft woman as he heartily lapped and slurped and thrust his fingers into her in languorous rhythm, drawing out her orgasm.
Quaking and coming down from her peak didn’t allow her to do much else besides shakily knock his hand away. Then again, she almost came a second time at the sight of him greedily licking at his fingers, his half-lidded gaze never leaving hers.
“Sorry I didn’t ask of her highness’ preferences as to how she likes getting woke up,” he smirked, crawling up the line of her body and plopping down beside her.
“Hmmm,” she tiredly retorted, allowing him to pull her to his chest. She didn’t miss the way his hard cock twitched against her ass. “I guess one can teach an old dog new tricks.”
“Well, fuck you too, Connor-”
“Did you not just do that?” she arched a brow as she looked back over her shoulder at him, “Unless I am otherwise mistaken?”
“You got all sorts of ‘lil bits ‘o insanity to ya, but ‘stupid’ ain’t one of ‘em,” he lightly swatted her bottom. “Playing dumb don’t become ya, freckles.”
“So what has been your excuse all this time, Hickey?”
Her feral laugh taunted him as he flipped her over and yanked to her knees. Arching up into him as he lightly sank his teeth into her neck, right where it met her shoulder, she grabbed at the headboard to anchor herself. Still wet from his earlier efforts, she was properly prepared when he swiftly sank his thick cock into her from behind.
“Holy fuck,” he grit as she purposely ground back into him, “So bloody tight.” Sucking a trail of bites down her back, he entwined his fingers with hers where they gripped the headboard. His other hand reached around to give her breast a healthy squeeze, causing her to let out a breathless moan. “So bloody delicious," he began driving into her. “Ya dirty ‘lil minx,” he rocked into her, “Ya love it when I give ya the what for, eh? Oi!…ya fuckin’ undo me, love-”
“Less…talking!” she growled, pushing back against him.
“You’re bloody impossible, pet!” he gave a bawdy guffaw, surging forward.
Pounding into her, another flex of his hips sent her writhing beneath him. His angle deep and pitched, it nearly stole her breath away. Clenching around him when his hands dropped to grip her sides, he nearly lost it at the shameless sounds of her pitched mews. Finding his feverish rhythm, he couldn’t hold back a pleased grunt as the wanton chit met him stroke for stroke. Leaning down, he brushed her messy braid away and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. Swirling his tongue along her heated skin, he ran his other hand up her side until he caressed the heavy weight of her breast again. Thumbing her nipple as he drove into her, he rattled off a curse at how lusciously taut and wet she felt around him.
He couldn’t understand her gasping reply, as it was in her language. But the melodic sound of it echoing in his ears stirred something fiery and primal in him. Feeling himself tighten, he slowed a bit, catching his breath. Yet he still grinded against her. Plumbing her depths, he squeezed his eyes shut while muttering all sorts of filthy promises into her ear.
Without warning, she shoved back against him, easily throwing him off balance. It was the few seconds she needed to scoot forward, roll to her back and clasp her thighs about his waist. A twist of her legs sent him flying to his back and tangling in the blankets. Before he could fully register the change in position, she was straddling him and slowly sinking down onto his cock.
“Fuuuuck,” he grit out, eyes snapping open and taking her in. Her head thrown back and eyes fluttering closed, her breasts tantalizingly bounced in time to her increasingly frantic exertions. Mercilessly digging her fingertips into his chest for anchor, her nails left wicked little pink half-moons in his skin. Regardless, the tinge of pain created a dizzying contrast to the slick, snug feel of her riding him to utter ruin. As he hooked his grip to her knees in a vain attempt to control the pace, of course, she was having none of it. Not slowing down in the slightest, her powerful thighs grasped his sides, nearly holding him prisoner.
She never said much when they went at it. And mostly, it was in her native language. Nevertheless, he’d gotten plenty of practice in gauging the rolling sounds of her gasping howls and breathy exhalations. She was close, as was he.
He tensed a hand around her thigh as she finally slowed, snaking her hips around in little circles of frustrating delight on him. His other hand dropping to the small of her back, he shoved her forward, her breasts now in perfect alignment with his mouth. As he sucked and laved at them, he thrust up into her with renewed vigor. Feeling her suddenly tremble and hearing her swallow down a shriek, he knew he hit that sweet little spot within her. So he set a dogged pace, trying for it with each stroke. Every time he succeeded, he was rewarded with a sweet litany of garbled English and her language falling from her mouth.
“Connor!” he hissed after a bit, cock tightening within her as he scrambled for purchase. His hand on her back drifting downwards to her ass, he clutched her to him as he climaxed. Repeatedly muttering her name along with a snarl of cursed satisfaction, he spilled into her.
She wasn’t far behind. Alternately wailing and moaning against his forehead, she shuddered as his lips latched onto her breast again. The taut muscles of his chest and stomach quivering with effort, he keep up his tempo as much as he could. Thrusting up into her, his hand slid down between them. A naughty little twist of his fingers and he found her clit. Teasing and sliding against her, it sent her reeling. Her tight walls contracting around him in one final pull, her hitched breath flew into a long, earnest cry of his name as she came, thoroughly undone.
Collapsing on top of him, she let out a pleased sigh. He grinned against her skin before briefly licking at the pulse point on her neck, like a cat to the cream. Soon, their ragged panting slowed to deep and even breaths. Softening and sliding out of her, he yanked up the blankets to cover them.
“Eh, Connor?” he sleepily slurred.
“What?” she murmured after a while.
“I need me a beer, sweetheart. Be a good ’lil kitty and fetch me one, yeah?”
He cackled in amusement as she lightly punched him in his shoulder and drowsily replied, “Go fetch it yourself, you lobcock.”
“Wot’s this ‘en? Ya finally resortin’ to cursin’ at me, girlie?” he snickered in feigned shock, “Cheeky! Looks like I’m rubbing off on ya yet.”
“Hardly,” she yawned, burrowing deeper into the blankets as he sat up and grabbed a half-full bottle of gin that somehow ended up rolling beneath the bed.
Gulping down a long swig, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Wanna drink?” he offered.
“I will pass, on that, thank you,” she lightly replied.
“Good ‘en, more for me,” he took another sip before abruptly dropping it back on the floor with a clatter. As she’d moved back to lying halfway on top of him, he began absentmindedly rubbing little circles along the small of her back. Feeling her lightly swat his cheek, he shifted a bit as she tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder to get more comfortable.
“Connor?”
“Hmm?” she cracked one eye open.
“How long ‘ave we been at our little games and wot not?”
“Far too long,” she exhaustedly replied.
“Ouch,” he chuckled, the sound low and deep in his chest where her ear was pressed to him, “You wound me, me dear ‘lil huntress.”
“Someone has to,” she rejoined, beginning to nod off again. So much for leaving here on time…
“Come now, I’m bein’ serious here,” he lightly jostled her. It caused her to start and glance up at him with an annoyed expression. However, she was a bit astounded to see him furrowing a brow in concentration. Especially considering there wasn’t a freshly poured beer or new pair tits anywhere in the immediate vicinity. Schooling her expression to indifferent, she shrugged as he continued, “It’s gotta be, what, a few years or so, yeah?”
Closing her eyes once more, Connor thought back to the first time she crossed paths with the Templar beneath her. And of how she should’ve killed him years ago.
Re: FILL: Short Change Heroes, Part 2/?
“Of course, I’ll gladly take me paws off of ya,” his words caressed her jaw before gave her a playful nip along her clavicle, “If you like.”
Her intense glare only served to make him bark out a laugh. It got even louder as she hastily yanked off her chemise over her head and hurled it to the floor. Somehow, she managed to keep up her aggravated expression in spite of as her hips twitching in response to him lightly pressing his thumb into her.
“I’ll take that as a yes ‘en, sweetheart?” he paused, looking up at her with a lewd smirk. When she didn’t immediately reply, he dragged her smallclothes down her legs and tugged them off her, tossing them over his shoulder.
Her expression swiftly slid to a pleased yip as he took a nipple between eager teeth. Judging by the way her fingers dug into his broad shoulders as he then switched tactics to lap at her, soothing the bite with his tongue, it was pretty damn clear that she was plenty alright with not going anywhere. At least not for a while.
Her tits lavished with enough attention, he licked a trail down her firm stomach. Pressing a lingering kiss to her slit rewarded him with an impatient buck of her hips. Finding her hot and whimpering for him made his cock throb with almost painful need. But hearing his comely ‘lil wolf bitch snap and snarl for him first would be well worth the wait. Eying her, he growled in appreciation as her hands fisted in his hair and his thumb was quickly replaced by his hungry lips on her pussy. Exploring her folds with his tongue, he dipped and out of her. Her increasingly keening cries doggedly drove him onwards. Particularly when he sucked her clit into his devious little mouth before finally slicking two fingers into her.
She nearly jerked him up off the bed. But his broad chest pinned her legs, allowing him to drop a heavy arm over her belly and hold her in place. It created a delectable friction, encouraging her twist and wriggle under him as he buried his face in her wetness. She nearly screamed at that, chest heaving with each shaking breath she took. Steadily increasing his movements, her groaning and cursing encouraged him. Chiefly since it was punctuated by the breathless, panting sounds of his name spilling from her tasty mouth. He welcomed it, chuckling against her sex before lashing the tip of his tongue against her clit.
She gifted him with one of her fierce yowls, her eyes squeezing shut. As her hips spasmed and shuddered up to meet him, he redoubled his efforts. And no, she most certainly was not babbling like a daft woman as he heartily lapped and slurped and thrust his fingers into her in languorous rhythm, drawing out her orgasm.
Quaking and coming down from her peak didn’t allow her to do much else besides shakily knock his hand away. Then again, she almost came a second time at the sight of him greedily licking at his fingers, his half-lidded gaze never leaving hers.
“Sorry I didn’t ask of her highness’ preferences as to how she likes getting woke up,” he smirked, crawling up the line of her body and plopping down beside her.
“Hmmm,” she tiredly retorted, allowing him to pull her to his chest. She didn’t miss the way his hard cock twitched against her ass. “I guess one can teach an old dog new tricks.”
“Well, fuck you too, Connor-”
“Did you not just do that?” she arched a brow as she looked back over her shoulder at him, “Unless I am otherwise mistaken?”
“You got all sorts of ‘lil bits ‘o insanity to ya, but ‘stupid’ ain’t one of ‘em,” he lightly swatted her bottom. “Playing dumb don’t become ya, freckles.”
“So what has been your excuse all this time, Hickey?”
Her feral laugh taunted him as he flipped her over and yanked to her knees. Arching up into him as he lightly sank his teeth into her neck, right where it met her shoulder, she grabbed at the headboard to anchor herself. Still wet from his earlier efforts, she was properly prepared when he swiftly sank his thick cock into her from behind.
“Holy fuck,” he grit as she purposely ground back into him, “So bloody tight.” Sucking a trail of bites down her back, he entwined his fingers with hers where they gripped the headboard. His other hand reached around to give her breast a healthy squeeze, causing her to let out a breathless moan. “So bloody delicious," he began driving into her. “Ya dirty ‘lil minx,” he rocked into her, “Ya love it when I give ya the what for, eh? Oi!…ya fuckin’ undo me, love-”
“Less…talking!” she growled, pushing back against him.
“You’re bloody impossible, pet!” he gave a bawdy guffaw, surging forward.
Pounding into her, another flex of his hips sent her writhing beneath him. His angle deep and pitched, it nearly stole her breath away. Clenching around him when his hands dropped to grip her sides, he nearly lost it at the shameless sounds of her pitched mews. Finding his feverish rhythm, he couldn’t hold back a pleased grunt as the wanton chit met him stroke for stroke. Leaning down, he brushed her messy braid away and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. Swirling his tongue along her heated skin, he ran his other hand up her side until he caressed the heavy weight of her breast again. Thumbing her nipple as he drove into her, he rattled off a curse at how lusciously taut and wet she felt around him.
He couldn’t understand her gasping reply, as it was in her language. But the melodic sound of it echoing in his ears stirred something fiery and primal in him. Feeling himself tighten, he slowed a bit, catching his breath. Yet he still grinded against her. Plumbing her depths, he squeezed his eyes shut while muttering all sorts of filthy promises into her ear.
Without warning, she shoved back against him, easily throwing him off balance. It was the few seconds she needed to scoot forward, roll to her back and clasp her thighs about his waist. A twist of her legs sent him flying to his back and tangling in the blankets. Before he could fully register the change in position, she was straddling him and slowly sinking down onto his cock.
“Fuuuuck,” he grit out, eyes snapping open and taking her in. Her head thrown back and eyes fluttering closed, her breasts tantalizingly bounced in time to her increasingly frantic exertions. Mercilessly digging her fingertips into his chest for anchor, her nails left wicked little pink half-moons in his skin. Regardless, the tinge of pain created a dizzying contrast to the slick, snug feel of her riding him to utter ruin. As he hooked his grip to her knees in a vain attempt to control the pace, of course, she was having none of it. Not slowing down in the slightest, her powerful thighs grasped his sides, nearly holding him prisoner.
She never said much when they went at it. And mostly, it was in her native language. Nevertheless, he’d gotten plenty of practice in gauging the rolling sounds of her gasping howls and breathy exhalations. She was close, as was he.
He tensed a hand around her thigh as she finally slowed, snaking her hips around in little circles of frustrating delight on him. His other hand dropping to the small of her back, he shoved her forward, her breasts now in perfect alignment with his mouth. As he sucked and laved at them, he thrust up into her with renewed vigor. Feeling her suddenly tremble and hearing her swallow down a shriek, he knew he hit that sweet little spot within her. So he set a dogged pace, trying for it with each stroke. Every time he succeeded, he was rewarded with a sweet litany of garbled English and her language falling from her mouth.
“Connor!” he hissed after a bit, cock tightening within her as he scrambled for purchase. His hand on her back drifting downwards to her ass, he clutched her to him as he climaxed. Repeatedly muttering her name along with a snarl of cursed satisfaction, he spilled into her.
She wasn’t far behind. Alternately wailing and moaning against his forehead, she shuddered as his lips latched onto her breast again. The taut muscles of his chest and stomach quivering with effort, he keep up his tempo as much as he could. Thrusting up into her, his hand slid down between them. A naughty little twist of his fingers and he found her clit. Teasing and sliding against her, it sent her reeling. Her tight walls contracting around him in one final pull, her hitched breath flew into a long, earnest cry of his name as she came, thoroughly undone.
Collapsing on top of him, she let out a pleased sigh. He grinned against her skin before briefly licking at the pulse point on her neck, like a cat to the cream. Soon, their ragged panting slowed to deep and even breaths. Softening and sliding out of her, he yanked up the blankets to cover them.
“Eh, Connor?” he sleepily slurred.
“What?” she murmured after a while.
“I need me a beer, sweetheart. Be a good ’lil kitty and fetch me one, yeah?”
He cackled in amusement as she lightly punched him in his shoulder and drowsily replied, “Go fetch it yourself, you lobcock.”
“Wot’s this ‘en? Ya finally resortin’ to cursin’ at me, girlie?” he snickered in feigned shock, “Cheeky! Looks like I’m rubbing off on ya yet.”
“Hardly,” she yawned, burrowing deeper into the blankets as he sat up and grabbed a half-full bottle of gin that somehow ended up rolling beneath the bed.
Gulping down a long swig, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Wanna drink?” he offered.
“I will pass, on that, thank you,” she lightly replied.
“Good ‘en, more for me,” he took another sip before abruptly dropping it back on the floor with a clatter. As she’d moved back to lying halfway on top of him, he began absentmindedly rubbing little circles along the small of her back. Feeling her lightly swat his cheek, he shifted a bit as she tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder to get more comfortable.
“Connor?”
“Hmm?” she cracked one eye open.
“How long ‘ave we been at our little games and wot not?”
“Far too long,” she exhaustedly replied.
“Ouch,” he chuckled, the sound low and deep in his chest where her ear was pressed to him, “You wound me, me dear ‘lil huntress.”
“Someone has to,” she rejoined, beginning to nod off again. So much for leaving here on time…
“Come now, I’m bein’ serious here,” he lightly jostled her. It caused her to start and glance up at him with an annoyed expression. However, she was a bit astounded to see him furrowing a brow in concentration. Especially considering there wasn’t a freshly poured beer or new pair tits anywhere in the immediate vicinity. Schooling her expression to indifferent, she shrugged as he continued, “It’s gotta be, what, a few years or so, yeah?”
Closing her eyes once more, Connor thought back to the first time she crossed paths with the Templar beneath her. And of how she should’ve killed him years ago.
So much for the best laid plans, eh?