Page 12 of Veil of Web and Ruin
I let my hand fall away and close my eyes, angling my hips up to get the best level of friction, letting his clever fingers take over the dance over my clit.
He’s a master of multitasking, thank the Gods. Somehow he’s got the perfect rhythm as he rocks in and out of me while keeping his fingers at just the right amount of pressure I need to make me come. And all while maintaining a near-perfect ambient temperature that he’s somehow transferring to me, despite the minimal contact points.
‘I want to hear you come,’ he says quietly. ‘I’m close.’
‘Then go first,’ I pant. ‘I won’t be far behind.’
‘Not a chance in hell,’ he growls before upping the pressure and speed.
A gasp rattles from my lungs as my muscles clench with an unexpected surge, and as I glance down at Ruben I find him grinning at me. ‘That’s it. Come on, Rosey. Let me hear you come. I know you want to let go.’
Losing myself in him isn’t something I can do, not here and not now, maybe not ever. My trust is a hard-won thing these days, but I can enjoy him just enough all the same.
‘Come.’ I lean down to whisper the word in his ear, repeating the instruction. ‘Come for me, Ruben. I want to feel you. Fill me. I want to feel every drop of you soaking me as if you can’t hold it in any longer.’
I know from past experience that talking to Ruben is one of the quickest ways to make him come, so I let the words trip from my tongue and watch his eyes darken further.
Tension is rolling through him as he tries to control himself. To make me let go first, but it’s not going to happen. Or at least I assume it’s not until his fingers shift ever so slightly and a jolt of pleasure roars so strong that I gasp as my orgasm slams into me.
‘Fuck!’ It’s the surprise that gets me more than anything else. One second I think I’m in complete control, and the next my muscles are spasming as my hands reach down and grab the bedsheets in an effort to stop me from screaming.
‘That’s it, Rosey,’ he whispers only a second before his whole body judders beneath me. It’s enough to make my body erupt into a second wave that travels all the way up and down my spine. No longer content with gripping the sheets, I put my hand in my mouth and bite down. Hard.
If he stopped, then maybe I’d be able to as well, but his orgasm continues, his head thrown back, looking more handsome in that moment than he ever has. His hips buck from the bed, pushing deeper into me until I’m filled with so many different heats my vision starts to blur.
‘Fuck, Rosey,’ he says when he finally drops back down.
With my body feeling fully relaxed, I flop down beside him, only to shift closer when he curls his arms around me. Cuddling was never part of our arrangement, but only an idiot would push away his freely offered warmth. And I’m no idiot.
‘What are you doing tonight?’ he asks once he’s caught his breath.
Possibly being arrested for theft.
‘Nothing,’ I lie. ‘Why, you want to do this again?’ I rub a teasing hand along his softening cock. He barely has a refractory period at all; he could probably go again in minutes.
But later, at his place, we wouldn’t need to be in a hurry for fear of Kay’s return. If only I didn’t have somewhere else to be, I’d take him up on the offer.
‘Actually,’ he clears his throat a little, ‘I was thinking we could do something different?’
I shift away. ‘You know something else we can do for free that’s more fun than that?’ I ask him with faux confusion.
He laughs. ‘Well, when you put it like that … no. I was just wondering if you wanted to, you know, hang out, that’s all.’
‘Hang out?’ I offer him a raised eyebrow.
‘You know. There are a few of us getting together. Sal, Peter.’
I wrinkle my nose. The minute Peter is mentioned, I’m out; the guy annoys me. But at least it’s a relief to know that Ruben was thinking about me joining him in a social sense and not thinking that this could ever possibly be more than it is.
I don’t want him to catch feelings. Not now.
What we have is fun, but I can’t afford to have my attention divided. I promised Mother I’d look after Kay, and I will, no matter what it takes.
I can’t look after Kay, brew tonics for Rula, and find time for Ruben. Not in a forever sense. A tumble on a hard bed is all I can offer, and if he wants more, he’ll have to go elsewhere.
‘Tonight’s not great for me actually,’ I say, easing away a little more while wishing I could bottle his heat and take it with me.
‘You’ve got plans? Should I be jealous?’
