Explicit Instruction (37 page)

‘Were you close?’

Flick shook her head. ‘I hadn’t seen him for years, I read about it in the newspaper... Looking at you now, I think he took the easy way out.’

Her own hands slid up from the bed, across her hips, and her waist
, until she covered her breasts. The sharp point of her nipples prodded her palms, but the contact shimmered through her torso to the nerves all around her centre, that he was about to dominate.

They’d been joined in that cell,
but it felt like a lifetime since they’d had their own rules. Sharing that room in the shack may have been under siege, but she had no idea the depth of this plot until they were more than halfway through the adventure.

Rushe had protected her when she didn’t kno
w she needed to be protected. In the big picture of events, as a whole, Flick knew she had cost him. By his own admission, she’d fucked up the job. But those feral eyes that feasted on her body held no regret. Flick had no regrets either. Walking into that bar had given her the most important gift, one that would prove to be the core that the rest of her world rotated on.

‘What do you want to do to me?’

‘I’m gonna fuck you,’ he said. ‘I’m gonna pound that little pussy ‘til it knows just who it belongs to. I’m gonna fuck you so deep that your throat’s gonna taste me. I’m gonna fuck you all night, then you’re gonna climb on top and fuck yourself on my cock. All day and night just how I tell you. Open your legs.’ She did. ‘Wider. Lift your knees.’

She did as she was told
, and when he dropped himself onto the bed, Flick waited for him to undress, to do just as he said. But he didn’t.

Rushe press
ed his weight on one hand and leaned over her. Jabbing one finger inside her Flick felt her juices gush over him. ‘You like that?’

Flick purred. ‘Mm.’

‘You like it when I finger fuck you,’ he said, and dug another finger into her.

Retr
eating his digits, Flick tried to wriggle down toward them, but he stabbed back into her, curling his fingers inside.

‘You don’t move,’ he rumbled. ‘You get what I give you. I’m running the show.’

‘Rushe,’ she gasped, and squeezed her breasts.

‘Hands off your tits, your body’s mine. You don’t get to play unless I tell you.’
Pumping his fingers in and out of her, Flick struggled to stay put. Squeezing her eyes closed, her focus narrowed to that space, the space inside her that craved him, that was being teased for his pleasure and her torment.

His tongue flicked her clit
, and she sobbed out his name. Her chest burned at the heat of climax Rushe spoiled her with. Flick hadn’t seen him move, hadn’t expected his mouth. But he wasn’t finished. His fingers withdrew but his tongue took their place, he lapped her juices then closed his mouth over her opening, sucking the taste of her from her passage.

Flick’s pelvis
bucked up, and his hands clamped her hips in place on the bed. ‘Not until I tell you,’ he said, grazing his teeth over her clit.

His mouth travelled upward
, and he kissed each nipple, then took them between his fingers tormenting the points with his thumbs.

‘You like that?’ he asked
, coming up on top of her, his mouth almost on hers.

‘Mm hmm,’ she said
, quite unable to form words.

His mouth touched hers
, then his tongue swept in across hers. ‘Do you taste that? Taste yourself? You’ve got one sweet little cunt. I told those guys, I told them you were desperate for my cock. You want it, don’t you?’

‘Yes,’ she exhaled. ‘Yes
, Rushe, please.’

‘You begging
, Kitten,’ he growled. One hand went from her breast, and with another stroke of her clit, he slid two fingers inside her. ‘You want me to fuck you?’

‘Yes,’ she said
, trying to push up, but he pushed her back down. She heard him open his jeans when he kissed her again.

‘
I love you, Flick,’ he said, without the tone of his sex talk.

Her eyes popped open
, and she took his face in her hands. ‘I love you too.’

‘I don’t know how it happened.’

‘Does it matter?’ she asked.

‘I didn’t think that I would ever be able to...’

‘To what?’

‘To love anyone...’

‘We’ll learn together,’ she said, lifting her mouth to his. ‘What are we going to do next?’

‘I gather information by watching
, listening, and talking. You gather it by research and reading, I think we’ll take it from there.’

‘Ok,’ she said
, proud that their futures could merge as she’d always wanted them to.

‘You don’t give a fuck that
in front of those guys I called you a horny whore who’s hungry for my cock?’

‘I’ll never be angry at you for telling the truth,’ she said
with a smile.

‘Good.’

‘But I’ve never heard you talk so much, in there, to Victor,’ Flick said. ‘Outside of the bedroom I mean... or rather, whatever location we happen to be having sex.’

‘Kitten, I just followed your instruction.’

‘My instruction?’

‘Yeah, I learned from your doing.’

‘They do say that actions speak louder than words,’ she said.

‘Why have one when you can have both,’ he said.

‘But how did you know that Skeeve would shoot Victor?’

‘Because you told me.’

‘I did?’

‘You were never gonna let Skeeve fuck you, but you knew how to get him where you wanted him.’

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I did.’

‘You knew how to rile him
, and how to appeal to his immature ego. I followed your lead, Kitten. Now, leave the rest of the words and actions up to me.’

‘Aren’t you forward.’

‘You gonna to let me fuck you?’

Flick’s smile spread when he revealed his own
allusive one. ‘Yes, sir.’

Flick yawned and stretched out from the tips of her fingers high above her head, to the ends of her wiggling toes. On her relax she opened one eye, her mattress was... a mattress.

Thrusting her hands under her
self, she shoved up to look around. The bed was empty, the room was empty. Scrambling off the bed, Flick ran to the bathroom without thought for her nakedness.

‘Rushe!’ she hollered
, but on throwing open the bathroom door she saw it was empty too.

But that didn’t stop her
from dragging aside the shower curtain. Flick didn’t have the first clue on how to get in touch with Rushe. He wasn’t on any database by his own admission. Jansen had said he was a shadow. If Rushe ran out on her, that would be it, and Flick would be helpless.

Turning to take herself out of the bathroom
, Flick heard the front door, and dashed out to find the source of the sound. Rushe closed the door and moved to raise the small paper bag in his hand, but he paused.

‘What?’ he asked.

Her stance must have conveyed her panic. ‘Nothing.’

‘You thought I’d ru
n out on you.’

‘No I didn’t,’ she said
, though she knew the truth was written all over her face.

‘I got breakfast,’ he said
, tossing the bag to the bed. ‘Eat.’

Flick sat on the corner of their mussed bed and took the bag. ‘Thanks.’

Opening it, she tore a corner from the bagel, and munched quietly. Rushe pulled a chair out of the corner and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees, just looking at her.

‘What?’ she asked
, swallowing down the lump and putting the bag with the bagel in it aside.

‘I never bargained on you,’ he said.

‘I was one thing you never foresaw.’

‘Right.’

‘Now you don’t know what to do with me,’ she said, leaning back on her hands, glad now that her body was still bare. Flick traced her toe up his jeans, but he caught her foot when it grazed the inside of his knee.

‘If I tell you everything... it could put you at risk. But there are people who will assume you know everything, even if you don’t.’

‘Like Victor did?’

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what to do about you.’

‘Keep me chained to your bed,’ she teased.

‘I considered that.
But I like screwing you in the shower.’

‘Look,’ Flick said, leaning forward to take his hands. ‘I didn’t bargain on you either. I have skeletons in my closet
that I should tell you about.’

The concern on his face gave way to that angry brow. ‘Tell me.’

‘Rushe—‘

‘Is someone trying to hurt you? Tell me
, Kitten and I—‘

‘I love you,’ she said
, sliding to the floor to seat herself between his feet. ‘I have to account for your trigger finger when I talk, don’t I?’

‘What do you mean?’

Rushe stroked her hair, threading his fingers through it in wonder. Softness was foreign to him. But it was nice that he was going through his awakening with her, and was comfortable enough to let himself explore.

‘If I tell you the guy at the coffee shop short changed me, or the guy at the bus stop hit on me...’

‘I can find out who he is, and who he cares about within twenty-four hours, and I’ll break whatever he hurt you with.’

‘Are we going home today?’ she asked. ‘Have you heard from Jansen?’

‘They’ve got Simone in custody, but she’s not talking. I’m waiting for Jansen to return a call.’

Sliding her hands up his thighs
, Flick shifted to her knees. His hands caressed her upper arms, to her shoulders, and he pushed her hair away to cup her neck.

‘Rushe,’ she whispered
, seeking out his mouth.

With this gentle kiss
, Flick pressed closer, dipping her tongue into his mouth, then retreating as his chased after. Tilting her head, she urged closer, and pushed him back to open his jeans.

Taking his member
in her hand, Flick squeezed his shaft and began to pull causing him to hiss. She smiled into his growling eyes and dipped her mouth to swallow him. While Flick tasted, Rushe slid his hips to the edge of the seat. On a deep breath the head on his shoulders fell backward.

S
ucking him deep, Flick kept bobbing up and down, working her fist in unison with her tongue. She cradled his testicles and with a gentle shake he groaned out. His hands landed in her hair, and curling his fingers into her locks, he increased her pace. Flick pushed him deep into her. Surging upward his grip on her hair grew, and liquid spurted in her throat. Swallowing him down, she purred as she let him fall from her mouth.

‘Feel better?’ Flick
asked, putting him back and refastening his jeans.

‘You’re getting damn good at that
, Kitten.’

‘I hope you plan to stay over a lot, a girl shouldn’t make a habit of missing breakfast.’

A knock on the door startled her, but Rushe was out of the chair, between her and the noise. Stark naked and on her knees Flick froze, but Rushe snapped his fingers.

‘Bathroom,’ he said.

Flick did as she was told, retreating into the room where she’d sought him out earlier. Through the wall she listened to the mumble of voices, and then they stopped. Suddenly, Rushe opened the bathroom door, meaning Flick had to quickly pounce backwards from her listening post.

‘Get dressed,’ Rushe said
, giving her breast a squeeze. ‘I got a call at the front desk. When I’m back, we’re leaving.’

He ducked his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Flick
laughed and shoved his shoulder.

‘Most men kiss your mouth goodbye.’

‘I’m not most men, Kitten,’ he said, she welcomed his lips when they grazed hers, but at the same time his finger dipped into her pussy.

Flick hit him again
, but he backed away sucking his finger into his mouth. Rushe was as stoic as ever, but his dry playfulness made her grin. A man in love should glow. It might be invisible to others, but to her he was neon.

When s
he’d got out of the shower Rushe had been waiting in the open doorway, which stayed open while Flick dressed. He bundled her into a car that she didn’t know they had and drove for hours.

By the time
Flick directed Rushe into her street it was dark outside. He parked the car and she once again had to ask her super for a key. Flick could tell it was on the guy’s lips to complain, but then Rushe came into his eye-line and any complaints evaporated.

So Flick stuck her key in the lock
, and got them both inside her apartment. Every time she’d come into this place recently she’d been emotionally drained. But when Rushe’s arm came around her body letting his hand snake under her top to clasp her breast, drained was the last thing Flick felt.

Rushe buried his
face in her hair in an attempt to kiss her neck. His other hand had already loosened her jeans to give him access, and his finger dipped into her.

‘You’re wet enough,’ he grumbled
, and bent her over the kitchen counter to yank down her jeans. 

Flick opened her mouth to speak
, but he spiked into her and began to pump fast. They’d barely managed to get into the room and he was fucking her like he’d been celibate for months.

‘Rushe,’ she gasped
, pushing back.

But he ramm
ed her forward locking her between him and the countertop. Shoving her top up, he clasped her breasts, and let out a groan. Then one hand went to her clit and with a push on her button Flick gasped out his name again.

Throwing her into orgasm didn’t ensure his
, and though her body tensed around his dick, he pounded on through her second, then her third climax. Only after that did his grip on her hips bite deeper, with this pressure, and with a roar, Rushe pulled out and the stream of his seed covered her rear.

Flick took time to steady her breathing
, but his huffs punctuated hers.

‘You’ve been holding that in,’ she said
, because she’d been aware that they hadn’t had any sex on their journey, which was unusual for them.

‘You consider the pill.’

‘Was that a question or a statement?’ she asked.

‘Both.’

‘I thought you didn’t want to come inside me. There are condoms in the nightstand.’

Rushe slapped her clean butt cheek
. ‘Why?’

‘Just in case. There might have only ever been two dicks in my pussy
, but I’ve rolled around with a few guys.’

He spanked her again. ‘I want a list of names.’

‘Are you going to tell me about every woman you’ve made love to?’

‘If you want
me to,’ he said, withdrawing and wandering around the kitchen counter to explore her cube.

Except as soon as you were in it
, all exploring was done. Flick used two sets of shelves to divide her bed from the rest of the room, which was an open plan kitchen living room with a small bathroom, only big enough for a shower cubicle. Observing it now, her whole apartment was about the same size as the upstairs room she’d been held captive in at Victor’s.

‘It’s not much
, but it’s home,’ she said. ‘Do you live in a mansion?’ Flick wriggled out of her jeans and took off her top at the same time.

‘No,’ he said
, dropping onto her couch and laying his arms along the back. ‘I have an apartment.’

‘I’m going to get in the shower. I should go to the coffee shop and find out if I still have a job.’

‘Ok,’ he said. ‘I’ll meet you there in a couple of hours.’

‘Meet me?’

‘I’ve got a few things to do,’ Rushe said.

‘You will...’ she said
, tiptoeing closer then pausing.

‘What?’

‘You will come back, won’t you?’

‘You don’t trust me?’

‘I do,’ she said. ‘But... I have no way to get in touch with you, or...’

‘Come here,’ he said
. Flick complied and Rushe pulled her onto the floor to sit between his feet. ‘You’re my girl. I’ve been alone... I’d always thought nothing could change that. Getting used to you is gonna take time but I don’t... I’m private.’

‘I know that but—’
His finger touched her chin.

‘You’re not a separate
entity; you’re an extension of me. I wasn’t prepared for this, but I’ll make the appropriate adjustments.’

‘You don’t want to be in love with me,’ Flick said. ‘Do you?’

‘No,’ he said. ‘It would be a lot easier if I wasn’t.’

When he scissored her hair in two fingers he tucked it away behind her shoulder. ‘Can I make it easier?’

‘Starting tomorrow you’re going on the pill. I’m gonna shoot my load in you, every day you’re walking out the house with a pussy full of come, you hear me?’ She nodded. ‘I’m gonna take care of you, Kitten... I’m just not sure how yet.’

‘You don’t have to look after me,’ she said. ‘I know we’ll take our time. You won’t want to rush. I mean
, I know you’re an independent guy. I don’t want to—‘

‘I have to take care of some things.’

‘Ok.’

‘Get
clean, take a nap, or whatever,’ he said. ‘I’ll come and get you from the coffee shop. You can tell them you don’t need your job.’

‘I have bills to pay
, Rushe—‘

‘I’ll transfer money to your account. You don’t have to worry about money anymore.’

‘I can’t live off you,’ she said. ‘That’s not fair.’

‘On who?’

‘I have to do something.’

‘You will,’ he said
, stroking her hair.

‘I give up my job to become a hooker?’

‘What?’

‘That’s what you’re suggesting, isn’t it?’ she asked. ‘I live off your money
, and service you when required.’

‘You do that already
, and I haven’t paid you a dime. You don’t want a career in dispensing coffee.’

Flick couldn’t argue that point. ‘I have to find a job.’

‘You’re gonna work with me.’

‘If we’re wholly dependent on each other we’ll be in a forced position. I don’t want us to be together because we have to be. I want us to want to be together. If we split up—‘

‘You better hope we never split up,’ Rushe said, holding her breasts and grazing his thumbs over her nipples. ‘No man touches this; no one touches what is mine. You’ll never be touched by another man, not for the rest of your life. You are mine, Felicity. You are my woman, and I belong to you now. Once I have committed to something I won’t turn my back on it. We won’t split, because I won’t allow it. If something makes you unhappy we’ll change it.’