Explicit Instruction (19 page)

‘Any man been up here,’ he asked. ‘Don’t have any lube, could be painful for you
, Kitten. Maybe we just use this?’

Sticking his fingers into her again
, he wormed them around as if gathering her juices. ‘Rushe—’

He spanked her again. ‘I didn’t tell you to talk. I need your permission for anything I’ll let you know.’

Again his fingers came out of her and drew their way around to her rear opening. But as Flick wondered what to do, or how she felt about what he might do, his solid urgency spiked into her pussy, and she cried out.

Bracing
in fear of the presumed invasion Flick’s hands leapt from the bed and she came half up, grasping for his hand that lingered on her hip. Maybe she’d expected him to be brutal with her other opening, and so the surprise of his intrusion on her vagina took her a moment to adjust to.

‘Consent,’ he murmured
, and Flick sobbed out a laugh. ‘I like it in here Flick... I like it too much. I thought if I could treat you... if I could disrespect you, this... it would all be another day at the office... but I like it too much.’

She’d never hea
rd him sound so innocent. He spoke like a little boy confessing a terrible crime. Without thinking, Flick did something for the very first time. She bowed away making him slide out of her body. But Flick kept Rushe’s hand and led him around from the end to the head of the bed.

‘Sit,’ she said and
he did as he was told.

Then keepi
ng their eyes locked Flick skimmed her leg over his thighs and took him into her body, all of him, every delicious inch of him, until her clit pressed to his groin. Wriggling herself forward Flick took her hands from his shoulders to the back of his head into his hair, and still with their eyes open she brought their mouths together.

The kiss was slow, an
d she thought of the parallel with the kiss Rushe had bestowed on her during their first time, when he’d first entered her. Back then his goal had been to relax her enough so that he could penetrate with greater ease. But, this was the slide of warm, familiar tongues that had long since craved each other. With a hunger that she didn’t want their mouths to conquer, Flick let her knees push up and then give, up and down, letting their mouths mate as their bodies mimicked the action.

Feeling the solid, quaking length of him i
nside her always overwhelmed Flick. But when his hands gently touched her hips then moved away, and came back again, she realised he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Rushe’s mouth was usually for dirty talk, but now she kept it occupied with hers. His hands were used for pleasure and domination, but Flick was in control this time around, and pleasure was being taken care of.

Deliberately
pushing her clit against him, Flick drew down steadily letting the scratch of his hair stimulate her, while simultaneously coating her juices over him, more liquid on him, all over him. Flick wanted Rushe to know how this made her feel, how this intensity didn’t fade without the words, or without the actions. This was what she needed, their simple joining, him inside her; Rushe did it for her even when he didn’t know what to do.

Taking her
hands from around his head, Flick let them trail down his chest to find his hands. When she linked their fingers, he didn’t flinch, in fact he reciprocated. Flick tried to take his hands to her breasts to let him know that it was ok to touch her. Rushe took the offering but kept their fingers interlocked causing her to caress her breasts with him.

When she smiled on hi
s lips his actions stopped, and Flick wondered if he would berate her for not taking things seriously – but he didn’t. On freeing his hands Rushe took her into his arms and kissed her again, deeper, but just as gently. Pressing her body into his Rushe lifted her slightly and laid Flick down on her back on the bed, keeping himself in her, and when he pushed all the way in he broke their kiss to look down at her, into her.

Brus
hing her hands onto his face Flick didn’t hide her smile, and Rushe’s expression relaxed, the anger wasn’t there now it was a... determination that took its place. Sliding out of her he slithered back in, the rhythm positively sluggish compared to how they’d joined in the past.

Tilting her hips Flick
took him deeper, and when the claws of climax came upon her she tipped her chin back. But Rushe framed her face and kept their eyes connected through every shudder of her peak, and every after-shock.

When her body had taken from his, he took right back
, but this wasn’t his typical roar and thump. With this motion, Rushe filled her so completely that Flick tipped over the edge again. Like their very first union when she wasn’t sure if she could accommodate him, Flick was conquered, this time in more than just the physical.

Rushe
didn’t pull out, he didn’t turn his back on her, and he didn’t slam out of the room. He pressed his mouth to hers, then lifted them off the bed together, still intimately merged, and carried her through to the shower where they did it all over again.

‘Kitten, I’m leaving... ok?’

Flick yawned and turned onto her back to see that Rushe was sitting on the edge of the bed with his arm over her body supporting his weight, while his other hand soothed her hair away from her face.

‘What time is it?’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ he said. ‘I need you to listen to me. Are you listening? This is important.’

‘I’m listening,’ she said
, draping her arms over his thighs and curling herself closer.

‘It doesn’t seem like you’re listening.’

‘That’s because I’m near your penis and you’re not listening.’

‘Fair enough,’ he said
, putting up no argument.

Flick fumbled one palm to the
thickening member emerging in his jeans. ‘He’s listening.’

‘He doesn’t need to
listen. You need to listen.’ Rushe took her hand into his to remove it from his groin. ‘There’s a gun in the duffel, and a knife in the second drawer, you hear me? The second drawer, not the top one.’

‘Mm hmm.’

‘Kitten,’ he said. ‘I’ll haul you out of bed if I have to.’

‘No,’ Flick
said, sliding down until her cheek met his knee. ‘See how close my mouth is to him? Why don’t you just stay here with me... and my mouth?’

Snatching hold of her
arms, Rushe did as he’d threatened, and heaved her out of bed to pin her to the wall. ‘Do you see how quickly things can change?’ he growled. ‘You better take this seriously, or I swear to god...’

Flick yawned and w
ith the back of her forearm skimmed her hair back over her forehead. ‘Ok, I’m listening. Gun in duffel, knife in second drawer, I heard you.’

‘Good.’

Sure Rushe was about to turn away, Flick grasped for his shoulders. ‘Who’s coming in here that I have to shoot?’

‘Hopefully no one,’ he said. ‘But I don’t want to leave you unprepared. I’m gonna use the cuffs, so you won’t—‘

‘You’re going to cuff me?’ she sagged. ‘Where am I going to go? You’ve said it yourself that you can’t get rid of me. I want more dynamite sex. I’m not going to run out on you. You’re not that lucky.’

‘I’m not taking any risks.’

‘Then take me with you,’ she said. ‘I don’t like being... in this... without you.’

‘You’re not in this without me,’ he said. ‘If you get scared...’

‘If I get scared what?’ she asked. ‘I can’t trust anyone. If I don’t know where I am, how do I know I’m not running into danger instead of away from it?’

‘
There’s money in the duffel,’ Rushe said. ‘If I’m not back by daybreak I want you to get to your father’s, ok? Surround yourself with people, never go anywhere alone.’

‘Ever again in my whole life? I don’t like
this, Rushe. Take me with you.’

‘I should’ve left you sleeping,’ he grumbled.

‘I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll follow instructions. I’ll do everything you tell me, stay in the car, everything, anything you say.’

‘You’re not dressed. I don’t have time to—‘

‘I’ll be fast.’

Nudging him to release her weight
, Rushe lowered Flick back onto her feet. Rounding him she darted toward the end of the bed, then her insides objected. Flick sucked in a breath and dropped to the corner of the mattress.

‘What?’ he asked
, poised beside her.

Pushing a hand to her pubis Flick
smiled through a wince. ‘That was a sex marathon.’

He growled and straightened. ‘If you’re in pain
, why are you smiling?’

Flick stood and ran her hand down his tee-
shirt. ‘This is good pain, Lover; pain that reminds me of just how much you want me.’

Rush
e grabbed her ass and hauled her body to his. She let herself fall against him, her arms getting trapped against his chest.

‘You forget you
’re naked,’ he muttered.

This was something else
now; something had changed because Flick would swear he was more interested in kissing her than fucking her right now. But Flick was glad she had taught him the virtue of sharing a kiss. Rushe had always been good at the act, but he’d been stingy in bestowing them, until now.

With no
interested spectators around here she and Rushe didn’t have to worry about rules or chain of command. Here they didn’t have to worry about who saw them. They didn’t have to worry about who knew that they might care for each other. No one knew who they were, or that they could each be used as collateral against the other. So they were free to relax, to be themselves, to enjoy each other openly.

N
o matter how he might object to it now, or in future, she’d seen something in Rushe since they left that house. After their conversation in the car she’d got in, just a little crack had formed. Coupling that with what had happened in this room tonight Flick had wedged that fissure open, and she saw what he was, or what he could be. The goodness in him that she’d always known was there had been hidden behind a barrier. A layer Rushe built to protect himself, and to protect her, against the evil that circulated around them.

Bu
t here there was none of that. He was a man and she was a woman and they had trust – he’d ignored his own advice.

If they found themselves back in that arena
, Flick knew he’d be harder, that the protection he put in place to keep them at arm’s length from each other would return. The bad guys had to think that Rushe didn’t care for her or they’d use her as a weapon. Now she realised how deep that ran, what a depth of responsibility he felt. While he’d never had anyone in his life to rely on, he took the job of her welfare very seriously. Rushe wanted to be strong enough, good enough, for her to rely on, even if he didn’t think himself capable.

Rushe might trust her as she trusted him
, but he didn’t trust himself.

The kiss was important and it was so
all consuming that Flick’s rational thoughts got jumbled. His fingers circled around her opening then up to push her clit. Her sandwiched arms rotated to take his tee-shirt in her fists. With a twist and a pull she got him off-balance enough to land her on the bed with him on top. When his weight landed on hers the sheer solid mass made Flick want to cower in the safe cocoon of him for the rest of time.

‘Kitten,’ he said
, turning his head to break their kiss, but she kept hold of his tee-shirt and wrapped her legs around each of his thighs.

The track of his erection got her at just the right angle
, and she tipped her hips to wriggle closer. Rushe clamoured with her hands, and managed to get them out of his tee-shirt, but when he planted them on the bed she linked her fingers between his.

‘Kitten, I don’t have time,’ he said
, as she tried to kiss him again.

‘Please,’ she murmured
. Nipping at his jaw Flick closed her knees on his ass, keeping her feet hooked between his thighs, and increasing her rubbing on the ridge behind his fly. ‘I’ll beg, Rushe; do you want me to beg?’

‘You’re gonna come all over my jeans,’ h
e said. ‘I’m meeting a serious guy.’

‘You like it when I come all over you,’ she sai
d, licking the stubble on his chin.

‘If I fuck you—no, no, I don’t have time. Stop.’

‘Are you refusing me?’ she asked, kissing him again.

T
his time his lips responded, but she wasn’t sure what they were trying to do. So, Flick let her head fall to the bed to ensure that she could follow his lead.

Then her whole body stiffened
, causing concern to grip him. ‘What?’

Flick’s
hands came up toward his face, but paused. ‘You smiled at me,’ she whispered, sure that feeling of his lips, the fleeting look she’d seen on his face before she froze and worried him was...

‘
What? No I didn’t.’

Her
expression relaxed, and a smile seeped onto her own lips. ‘Rushe,’ she exhaled, more gratified by that brief glimmer than she would have been if he’d presented her with a diamond ring.