Explicit Detail

by Scarlett Finn

  ‘Your little boyfriend might like the attitude but don’t forget your place here. You get it when I give it, and you’ll be grateful for it.’

  She always was. Flick would never have imagined her life looking like this. She could never have imagined playing their games, and she had no idea that she’d enjoy it so much.

  ‘Up.’

  Flick darted off the bed, tugged up her suit, and got onto her feet, finding herself up close to the bearer of those arousing words.

  ‘You got something to say?’ he asked.

  ‘Sorry,’ Flick said, and his head tilted a few degrees. ‘Sorry, sir.’

  ‘Strip.’

  Flick was almost as close to naked as one could get without going all the way. But she did as she was told, taking careful time to untie each knot, the one behind her neck, the one on her left hip...

  Rushe bared his teeth in familiar frustration. Rushe gave the commands but Flick held the power; she was in control. He didn’t give her the opportunity to reach the next knot. His muscular arm came around her waist, and her body was hauled up against his.

  Devouring her with an all-encompassing kiss, Flick took a few seconds to register his damp lips pressing to hers, and the touch of his tongue as it invaded her mouth.

  When they’d met, Rushe hadn’t been a kisser. That had changed after they made love for the first time. Tossing her arms up around his neck, Flick prepared for their tongues to battle it out a while.

  So when on the next breath Rushe thrust her body away from his, Flick again was left reeling. Rushe certainly was a subscriber to the adage that variety was the spice of life.

  ‘Let’s see those cans.’

  Rushe loved her breasts; then again, he seemed to love every part of her.

  Twisting her arms around to her back, Flick untied the top and let it flutter to the floor. Rushe said nothing. His eyes gobbled her breasts as though this was their first encounter.

  Rushe didn’t have to move closer, he lifted his arms and cupped a breast in each hand, testing their weight, their texture, their responsiveness. Flick had never been a fan of the large breasts that dominated her meagre five three stature... not until Rushe laid his eyes, and his hands, on them.

  ‘You’ve got a body made for sin, whore,’ Rushe said, rolling her nipples then caressing their very tips in the way he knew drove her wild.

  ‘Rushe,’ she sighed, relaxing into his hold.

  ‘You talk when I tell you to.’

  Flick could only nod, her eyes closed, and she anticipated his mouth. Rushe could torment her for hours playing with her breasts, with her figure, in the entitlement he had, and she wanted him to have, over her body and her pleasure.

  ‘Naked.’

  With his one stern word, Flick untied the last knot, and she was finally bare.

  ‘Just my insignificant plaything.’

  Flick’s eyes remained closed, but she identified the wonder in his voice. Each of them lived in awe of the other, in amazement that they would choose to love and live with each other, and it made them both grateful.

  ‘Can I...’ Flick opened her eyes to his and moved her hand slightly toward his fly, but Rushe shook his head.

  ‘On your knees.’

  A shimmer of arousal drifted through her, he absorbed that subtle reaction, and Flick recognised his expression of knowing. Rushe hadn’t bothered to put his tee-shirt back on; it still hung tucked in at the back of his jeans. At this proximity to his sculpted form, Flick wanted to touch it, to taste, but he’d just given her implicit access to his most valuable asset... or the physical one she valued the most in moments like this anyway.

  Taking his order, Flick lowered to her knees while keeping her attention trained on his eyes. Sometimes she was meant to retrieve him, and sometimes he took the lead. Flick awaited further instruction and after eight seconds, his hand moved to the top of her head.

  ‘You like to show off your stacked little body, Kitten. You like playing with me; you think you can push my buttons? Speak.’

  ‘No,’ Flick said, and though he appeared ready to retort he was momentarily distracted by her tongue moistening her lips.

  ‘You lying to me? Are you allowed to do that? Speak.’

  ‘No.’

  ‘You think you can push my buttons?’

  Either her lungs had shrunk or the air in here was thinning, because Flick’s chest pulsed with the shallow breaths that were all she could muster.

  ‘Yes.’

  Flick was right, but Rushe didn’t acknowledge it. Unbuckling his belt now, she sucked her lips in around her teeth ready to consume him. Like a starving animal, she shuffled forward a few inches and his action stalled.

  ‘You dirty little, skank,’ Rushe muttered, and with a tug he unfastened all of the buttons on his jeans.

  Running his fingers through her hair from forehead to crown, he coiled them into a tight fist.

  ‘You want it?’ he asked. ‘You wanna suck on my cock? Do you? Speak.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘You hungry for it? You gonna suck the spunk from my balls? You want it? Speak.’

  ‘Yes.’

  On that syllable, he parted his jeans to liberate the heavy organ. It jutted up, hard, long, and insistent. As daunting as the sight was, Flick knew not to fear it. Over the last few months, her technique had improved, and Rushe had no issue with her getting in as much practise as she wanted.

  Bringing her head toward his groin Rushe shifted forward a step, and taking himself in his other hand, he touched the tip of his bulging head to her lips. Flick didn’t react.

  ‘You’re my whore, open.’

  Unlocking her jaw Flick let her sticky lips part. While pushing her head toward him, Rushe propelled forward until the blunt top of his penis met the back of her throat.

  Sliding back again, Rushe painted her lips with his pre-seed and urged himself into her cheek, undulating back and forth giving her a reminder of his mass. Flick tried to reposition her head to direct him to the back of her mouth again, but Rushe’s grip in her hair bit deeper, and he held her in position.

  ‘You’re a greedy little slut,’ Rushe grumbled. ‘This isn’t for your pleasure.’

  Next he impelled himself into her throat, which caught Flick off guard and she didn’t have the time to inhale. Rushe held for a couple of seconds then moved out and back in. He stretched the confines of her throat, half a dozen times, each advance slower than the last.

  Retreating, he left her mouth entirely and he bumped her aside. The taste of him on her lips made Flick crave more; she leaned against the edge of the mattress and tucked her feet underneath herself.

  Rushe sat on the edge of the bed to unlace his boots, as if he had all the time in the world. His denim clad thigh was only a few inches from her head.

  ‘Rushe,’ Flick sighed, rolling her cheek onto the bed to face his direction.

  ‘You like it when I fuck that sweet little mouth of yours; you get what I give you. It’s not feeding time yet.’

  He stood again to shirk his jeans; as soon as he was naked, he took hold of her hair again. Instead of using his penis in her mouth, this time he kept it in his grip to lift it up. Licking her lips, Flick came forward to kiss the base of him then suck on his balls. Using her hands when her mouth released him, and with gentle pressure, she clasped and bounced them. She didn’t hear his groan, it vibrated through him and into her.

  The hand on the top of her head shifted until both of his hands were on the back of her skull. Flick saw this as the invitation to take control, so she parted her lips and took him into her mouth again. With a long suck, she held position; releasing the vacuum of suction she slurped him in and out. Exploring the ridges and grooves of his member again, she toyed with his testicles, placed kisses where she could, then pulled him into her throat again, sucking him in then letting her hand follow him out.

  With another push his hands started to increase her pace, forcing himself deeper into her until all Flick could do wa
s breathe.

  Extending her arms up between them, she dug her nails into his muscles, scratching her way down to his groin until with a roar of possession, he surged into her throat and his thick, salty milk flowed into her belly.

  His breathing was faster than hers was, and long after she’d swallowed him, Rushe’s penis stayed in her mouth. But when she swallowed again he twitched, and then Rushe backed out.

  ‘On the bed,’ he said. ‘On your back.’

  Flick climbed up and landed on her back. Bringing her bare heels up to her rear she let her knees fall apart, just how Rushe liked her to present. Then, she waited.

  ‘That snug little cunt of yours hungry?’ he asked. Flick nodded. ‘If you weren’t such a greedy little whore I’d be fucking you right now. You want me to fuck you? Do you?’ She nodded. ‘Speak.’

  ‘Yes.’

  Rushe knew how his dirty talk affected her. Now that they were together, there were occasions he played it up, pushing further each time. Their deep-rooted trust allowed their sexual play to become almost like theatre; each knew their roles, and both of them worked hard to get the other riled more every time. It was a game; a saucy, sexy exchange that stirred them into a stimulated, lustful frenzy.

  ‘You liked showing off those hot titties today? You’re a little whore, out parading for those pretty boys... those tits are mine, your pussy is mine, your body belongs to me, you do with it what I tell you. Speak.’

  ‘Yes, sir.’

  He held out an open palm. ‘Ankle.’

  Flick stretched her leg up toward him, he took hold of her ankle and thrust it up, making her slide closer to him at the edge of the bed.

  Rushe bit the ball of her foot then kissed it. He kissed her instep, her heel, and then her ankle. Crouching lower, he took her calf up to his shoulder. When one of his knees moved to the mattress between hers, Flick’s skin prickled in anticipation.

  His rough hand skimmed down her leg to the back of her knee, and she sighed at the delicate magic touch. He’d found a soft spot there on the back of her knee that poured heavy embers into her abdomen, and it made every hair on her body respond in salute.

  ‘You don’t deserve to be fucked, not after that stunt today.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Lover, I—‘

  ‘No,’ he said, slapping his other hand on her still bent knee. ‘You’re gonna learn that playing with me has consequences.’

  Falling to his knees on the floor beside the bed, Flick was surprised when Rushe hooked her other leg over his shoulder and yanked her butt to the edge of the bed.

  He kissed her clit, and then ran his tongue down the seam of her into her vacant passage. Flick closed her eyes and wriggled against his advancing action. When his tongue retreated from within, Rushe directed his attention back to her clit, and flicking it repeatedly, he then sucked it between his teeth and salved it with his tongue.

  His arms came around her thighs and each of his thumbs pushed down the inside of her outer labia, narrowing the space his tongue played in but further concentrating the area of her pleasure.

  ‘Rushe,’ she whimpered.

  ‘You’re dirty, Kitten. Dirty and desperate, you’re fucking drenched. I’m drinking you down in mouthfuls. What’s in your head now?’

  ‘I’m thinking about your mouth, about your tongue, your hands, how you torment me.’

  Instantly, his mouth abandoned its post, and Flick lifted her head from the bed to see his frowning eyes over her pubis.

  ‘I torment you?’

  ‘You know how you do,’ Flick said, crossing her legs at the back of his neck. ‘You know how much I want you.’ Flick constricted her legs slightly. ‘How much I love you.’

  She tightened further, but Rushe got a hold of her ankles and ducked out of her vice.

  ‘You’re gonna pay for that manipulation,’ he said, coming back to full height before her. ‘I’m tempted to leave you without.’

  Up until now, Rushe had never left her sexually unsatisfied, but Flick knew he wasn’t the type to make false promises. Taking her palms from the bed, she moved them to her breasts. Flick increased her grip, making Rushe’s eyes flare, but he shook his head.

  ‘Hands off. I didn’t say you could play with my toys.’ Rushe took hold of her bent knees, and with force, he shunted her to the centre of the bed, and then he came down upon her.

  Taking a breast in each hand, Rushe mimicked her squeeze, and then he rolled her nipples. Dipping his head, he pinged one of them with his tongue, but the pampering didn’t last long because his face appeared above hers again.

  ‘Sex. The only thing a man thinks when he looks at you is sex. You weren’t teasing them today; in his head, each one of those guys nailed you good. They were thinking about your body, what they’d do to your hot, tight ass.’

  Sweeping his arms under her, Rushe took a butt cheek in each hand and adjusted her angle. His thickness took up residence in the strip his tongue had frolicked in, causing Flick pleasurable torture.

  ‘You belong to me, Kitten. You do what I tell you. No other man will ever touch you. If I see it again... if I have to watch one more man approach and threaten my property, I’ll kill him, Felicity. I don’t want any man near you.’

  ‘He didn’t threaten me.’ She knew how he despised being out of control, but until this moment Flick hadn’t realised how much today riled him. ‘Lover...?’

  ‘You’re gonna see one day...’

  ‘See what?’

  ‘You’re gonna see what I’m capable of.’

  ‘I know what you’re capable of,’ Flick said. ‘I’ve been with you; we’ve been through it together.’

  ‘That was nothing.’

  ‘You’ve got something to lose now,’ she said. ‘That’s what you’re afraid of.’

  ‘I’m not afraid of nothing.’

  ‘You don’t work alone anymore, Rushe. I stand by that. There isn’t anything—‘

  ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about, Kitten. You think it’s over. You think this is it. You think we’re past the danger.’

  ‘We are.’

  ‘Danger is what I do,’ Rushe said, with a shake of his head. ‘I’ve turned down a couple of dozen jobs this last three months because...’

  ‘Because?’

  ‘Nothing.’

  His hips rose and he plunged forth into her, forging a path in their familiar union. Flick might be used to having sex with him, but it was never boring, and right now she hadn’t been expecting it.

  ‘Oh, God, Rushe,’ she exhaled.

  He withdrew and advanced, his lazy frequency didn’t fail to cross her eyes, but she did wriggle her hips forward.

  ‘That feel better?’ he asked, grazing his nose down hers. Rushe licked her lower lip, then sucked it into his mouth. ‘You forget all about your troubles, my predictable little slut. I’ll take care of everything. You think about my cock, Kitten. You think about it every second of the day. You keep my dick happy, and you’ll have everything you could ever want... You thinking about my dick?’ This time he held himself steady, half-in, half-out. ‘What do you want? Ask me.’

  ‘I want you to fuck me, Rushe,’ Flick said, opening her eyes to meet his.

  ‘Yeah?’ he asked, pulling back further. ‘I’m not convinced.’

  ‘Please,’ she said, locking her ankles at his lower back in hope of bringing him deeper.

  ‘You’re not stronger than me,’ he said, fully aware of what she was trying to do. ‘You get it when I give it.’

  ‘Please fuck me, Rushe, please!’

  ‘You learned your lesson?’ She nodded, but the very corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. ‘Somehow I doubt that.’

  Pushing in again Rushe filled her, and Flick squeezed him internally. He paused and Flick curled her legs around his.

  ‘More, please, sir... fuck me.’

  ‘Felicity Hughes,’ he murmured. ‘You’re gonna be the death of me.’

  Flick didn’t like the statement, and she wasn’
t sure of the sentiment, but the pace of her lover increased and the knots in her stomach clamped tight, and she knew she was up for another ride to remember.

  Chapter Two

  Many, many hours later Flick yawned into the darkness and stretched herself out on the body she called her bed each night. The opportune lump in her mattress made Flick wriggle south.

  Rushe’s chest fell in a regular pattern that betrayed he was still sleeping. So, running her hands the width of his shoulders to his neck, Flick stroked the stubble on his jaw and then let her hands spread on his chest to push her body downward. Her intention had been to pleasure him awake orally, but her opening met the rod she’d slept on, and Flick couldn’t resist. She sat up, and keeping him steady in one hand, she speared herself. Still in the half-mist of sleep, Flick wriggled, side to side, in small circles, in a figure of eight.

  Before Rushe, Flick had only had sex with one man, and all of her other sexual encounters had ended prematurely. After some kissing and rolling around with other men, Flick had never felt the urge to go all the way; then there was Rushe.

  What that meant was despite being in her late twenties, she was still learning what to do sexually, what she liked, what Rushe did, what got each of them off, what worked.

  Continuing her assault, Flick leaned back a little and nudged his penis against a sensitive spot inside her. Resting her hands back on his thighs, she lifted slightly and at this angle, she got him to the optimum pleasure point. Ready to give it another go, Flick was about to move again when she heard a rapping noise.

  All of her body tensed, her senses went on alert, and she strained to listen and see if she could hear it again. The rapid knock was insistent, and only a couple of seconds later it came again.

  ‘Rushe,’ Flick whispered, slapping her hands to his pectorals. ‘Rushe.’

  On a grumpy mutter, he sucked in a breath, and though he didn’t open his eyes, he spoke. ‘Sex.’

  ‘No,’ Flick said, unsure if he was awake. ‘I mean yes, we’re having sex, but—’

  The knock came again, and Rushe’s eyes instantly opened. In an involuntary but flattering act, Rushe observed her naked figure straddling him and his embedded member pulsed in satisfaction.