Explicit Detail

by Scarlett Finn

  Flick’s swallowing away of the dismay that threatened caused Rushe’s attention to dart back up. ‘I love you,’ she murmured, and the fog gave way to a pain in him that she would never be able to heal.

  He lunged in and took her off her feet, urging his mouth over hers as they landed on the bed.

  ‘My woman,’ he muttered, kissing his way down her throat and back up to her mouth.

  This kiss was forever. The sweet texture of his lips coupling with hers was a home she had missed, and her craving for him intensified with every second she existed here on this earth. More than once, she had asked him to make love to her, and he refused when he didn’t want to reinforce her fears.

  The evil had been dispensed with, so he may think there was nothing more to be afraid of. But Flick had never been more terrified. Losing him, believing him dead, had thrown her into a hell worse than anything she could ever have conceived of without living the anguish first-hand.

  ‘Rushe,’ she said, when he trailed his mouth toward her ear.

  ‘I love you, Kitten.’

  ‘Please don’t ever leave me again.’

  His focus came up and he gazed into her, not just her eyes, but to her own buried torture. ‘You are my woman.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘You belong to me.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I’ll never leave you, Flick,’ he said. ‘You’re the only evidence that I exist at all.’

  Dropping his mouth on hers again, Flick parted her lips and sucked his tongue into her mouth, coating herself with the taste of him. Rushe wouldn’t hesitate to protect her. But that was who he was, and she couldn’t change that. He was a part of her; he lived in her heart, just like she’d said to him about his own.

  Her body chilled when his rose up away from the bed. Rushe pulled off her jeans as Flick shirked the shirt and then pulled the dress over her head to bare herself to him.

  He offered no commands, so Flick shuffled to the edge of the bed and unbuckled his jeans. Pushing them downward, she dipped her head forward and kissed his shaft. Curling her tongue around the heavy organ she tasted the weight of him, the mass that wanted to take refuge in her body.

  ‘Every inch of you belongs to me,’ he growled. ‘Those hot tits and that tight pussy – mine. Your hair, your hands, your heart, the whole fucking lot of you – mine, every inch.’

  ‘Yes,’ she breathed on him, looping her lips around his head. He got hold of her hair and tugged her head back, forcing her to look up at him.

  ‘You’re getting dangerous, Kitten.’

  ‘I learned from you,’ she said. ‘I’d have made them pay, and I’d have made you proud.’

  ‘I am proud.’ Flick heard it in the way he spoke to her, in the things he said to Rosa and the others when referencing her. Living up to her own ideal of what Rushe’s woman should be was almost impossible, because he deserved the world and she needed the strength to deliver for him.

  ‘I am your servant,’ she said, sticking out her tongue to try and taste him, but he held his hips away. Loosening his grip, he directed her face forward.

  ‘Look at it... Look at my cock; you see what you do to me?’

  His magnificence made her want to smile, to grin like a giddy schoolgirl with a new toy. But watching the heavy length of him jutting up, proudly ready to serve her, sent shivers from her shoulders to her neck, to her nipples, and further south.

  ‘I need him.’

  Of their own accord her hands came up, but Rushe dipped away when she tried to clasp for his member. ‘I told you to look, not touch, whore. You look at it, you think about what it feels like to have that inside you. My dick, in your cunt, filling you up full. You’re empty without it, Kitten. That space was meant for me; without my cock in you you’re incomplete. You need it.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘You need me to fuck you.’

  ‘Yes,’ she exhaled, trying again to move forward, but his fist held her in place.

  ‘No man comes after me. No other dick’s gonna get near my pussy, no one touches what’s mine. Kiss it.’ He gave her just enough room to trace her lips against the ridge running the length of him. ‘Lick.’ This time he held himself up and angled her face in against his balls. Rubbing her face in deep she opened her mouth, releasing the saliva that had built up while she admired him. Rushe’s groan was coupled with him dragging her mouth down him, forcing his penis inside as he went. Pulling back a little, he pressed himself into her cheek until the corner of her mouth burned.

  ‘Eyes,’ he said, and she let hers flick up to meet his. ‘You serve my pleasure.’

  Flick knew when she nodded that the friction would make him moan, and she was right. On her smile his eyes narrowed and she knew that despite their position she still had the upper hand.

  Tossing her back to the mattress, Rushe said nothing but he swooped forward, pushing her back with his body, until he lay atop her. A finger invaded her centre, and she droned. Her legs parted around him and she tried to move, but he kept her still.

  ‘Why are you so wet, Kitten?’ he asked, kissing her once.

  ‘I want you,’ she answered, and he kissed her again.

  Drawing his finger out he pushed it back in, undulating it within her then twisting it into the cushion inside her. Flick’s ragged inhale was fired by the scorching pleasure he already imparted.

  ‘That feels better, doesn’t it? You feel better when I pamper your pussy, don’t you, Kitten?’

  Flick could barely manage to nod; his finger pulsed in and out, moving faster to build the pressure of wanton release.

  ‘Open wide.’

  She spread her legs wide, letting her knees hang loose in the air and his finger slid out. She wriggled up against the solid length between them but he lifted his hips, letting his head kiss her opening. Flick whined, and he touched the finger that had been inside her to her lip. She opened to receive it, but he stole it into his own mouth.

  ‘You get only what I give you,’ he murmured, and traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, stealing the last of her taste. Then his tongue slid into her mouth, and with the uniting kiss her legs locked around him. Rushe surged forward and his dick found its home.

  Flick’s head went back, breaking the kiss, and she gasped out. ‘Yes! Rushe!’

  Biting her lips to try to contain some of the aching release this joining burst within her did nothing to lessen the rush of feeling that she had thought forever lost.

  ‘What a good little Kitten you are.’

  ‘Fuck me, Rushe,’ Flick demanded in a growl to rival her lover’s own.

  Slowly he shook his head and let himself smile. ‘Not tonight.’

  Dragging his member out, he almost unsheathed himself but filled her again. The pace was so delicious that she took his face and sought his mouth again. Her love was here. Her love was safe. Her love was back where he belonged.

  When Flick awoke in the dark later that night, she sensed straight away that Rushe wasn’t asleep. Trailing her toes down his shins as she stretched, Flick then let her legs part so she could sit up on him.

  He made no secret of the fact that he was awake, and she saw the glint in his open eyes reflecting the artificial light from beyond the curtains. Walking her fingertips up his sternum, she touched his jaw and his lip while shimmying up until her knees rested outside his elbows.

  Leaning down, she dangled her nipple close to his mouth, watching his eyes as she let it drift nearer until the soft tip met the rough texture of his upper lip. The act meant to tease him sent a frisson of heat through her, and on a sigh her body relaxed. Rushe took the opportunity to boost his head and nip the point in his teeth. Sucking hard, she whimpered out, and he took the other nipple between two knuckles of his fingers and squeezed.

  ‘I’m meant to be making you feel better,’ she confessed on a smile.

  In a snap, his elbows locked behind her knees and her whole body was hefted up so quickly that she had to slap her hands on the wall to prevent it
from making contact with her skull.

  ‘Now I feel better,’ he said, drawing his tongue around her clit. He’d hiked her so high that her knees were now above his shoulders. She was literally sitting on his face, but he kept control of her weight with his arms wound around her legs.

  ‘Are you going to Rushe me?’ Flick joshed, his mouth stopped long enough for her to feel the curve of his smile around her.

  ‘How long have you been holding onto that one?’ he asked, swirling his tongue and going back to the job at hand.

  ‘You’ve never been one for breakfast in bed,’ she said, curling her fingers around her breasts.

  ‘I’ve missed a few meals,’ he said, lapping the juice from her opening.

  This intent attention was becoming too much, as he would use that wonderfully talented mouth to bring her to climax after climax without ever thinking of himself.

  ‘I don’t want you to over exert yourself,’ she said, dropping her hand into his hair to direct his head back so he could look up at her.

  ‘Ok,’ he said, and sat up, sending her slithering the length of his torso until her back hit his drawn up thighs. ‘You do it then.’

  His penis was already hard between her folds, and she shifted to put her shins to the bed but he took hold of them, preventing her from seating herself astride him. Running his palms down her legs, Rushe pushed the soles of her feet to his external obliques.

  ‘Are you in pain?’ she asked, suddenly aware that all of her weight was on his, which normally wouldn’t bother her, but he’d never put her in this position before, and after everything he’d been through in the last thirty-six hours she didn’t want to sap the last of his energy.

  ‘Make yourself come.’

  That intensity in his eyes wasn’t torture, it was mischief. Nothing could bring this towering pillar down. His strength and virility were as they ever had been. Flick’s worry may have been unnecessary, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take full advantage of it.

  ‘Can I fuck myself?’ He shook his head, and the slope of his lips calmed her. ‘You want me to sit here on your cock and pleasure myself, but I’m not allowed to use it?’

  ‘Wriggle all you want,’ he said.

  This deep night and this penetrating man were the only home that she would ever need. ‘I love you, Rushe.’

  ‘Won’t help you now,’ he said. ‘Do it.’

  Watching him enjoy this, enjoy her, made Flick grin. She curled her toes in against him while resting all of her weight on his thighs and letting her knees drop apart.

  ‘Like this?’

  ‘Good start,’ he said, fixating on that space at the top of her thighs.

  ‘Did you miss me?’ she whispered, and his eyes came up to meet hers.

  She didn’t mean while they were parted over the last couple of days, and she didn’t even mean on the job, she meant this. The fun they could have, the teasing and the intimacy that they’d cultivated together. None of this was easy for him; he still struggled to trust her, and she still struggled to see what such a force of man could want with her.

  But they had each other back. No job. No cover. Just the bare, inconvenient truth of their love. Resent it or not, want it or not, they were both stuck with it, because there wasn’t anything that would take her from Rushe. They’d become a part of each other.

  ‘Yeah,’ he said, and lifting her foot to his mouth he kissed her instep. ‘Now quit stalling, this might be the only chance I give you to play with my pussy.’

  ‘You are rather possessive,’ she said, grasping her breasts.

  ‘I didn’t tell you to touch those. My girls are gonna get all the love they want tonight, but only from me.’

  ‘What if he feels neglected?’ she asked, elevating her hips enough to whorl a finger around his dick and pluck him out from under her, wriggling until he poked up against her pubis.

  ‘He’ll let you know all about it in a hurry,’ Rushe said.

  Pressuring her palm against his shaft, she squashed him against her and tilted her hips to slide up and down, effectively fucking him from the outside.

  ‘That’s bending the rules,’ he groaned out when she pushed onto her feet and took her pelvis from his to prod his head against her clit, then slither down his length and up, using her palm on the other side to keep him enclosed.

  ‘What else are rules for?’ she whispered.

  Flick was prepared to take her time, and she’d certainly ensure her orgasm, but she’d guarantee his too because after all the external negativity they’d been exposed to, they both deserved some internal positive reinforcement.

  Their mettle may have been tested but their love had endured. Flick hadn’t known herself capable of the actions that she had undertaken, and she wouldn’t have been until Rushe. He had changed her, enhanced her, improved her. Being with him had caused Flick to grow into someone stronger, and his infinite capability made her strive to reach a parallel of his integrity. Rushe had been alone in life for too long and she would keep pushing until he understood just how unerring her devotion to him was.

  Epilogue

  Their night had been long, but she had savoured every minute of it. The peril they’d been in before felt like nothing to this experience. The depth of such extreme emotions was no doubt intensified by their developed love. Every day she loved Rushe more, which meant that every day her fear of losing him increased. This time around, for a minute, she had actually lost him, but she wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  Rushe had disappeared from their room in the morning and had come back with clothes and other supplies. Flick didn’t ask questions, she just dressed, they ate, and then they were on the road again.

  ‘Where are we going?’ she asked.

  ‘There’s a decent hotel about an hour down the road. We’ll set up there; I’ll call in a couple of favours.’

  ‘For what?’ Flick asked. ‘Shouldn’t we just go to your house? Do you still not trust me? Do you still think I’ll—‘

  ‘I don’t have a house.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Never needed one. I’m a drifter, Kitten. I make camp wherever I happen to be until the next job comes along.’

  ‘But you said you had an apartment,’ she said.

  ‘I did. The one that Eric got for me, it’s where we lived.’

  ‘That wasn’t your real home,’ Flick said, examining his stony profile. ‘You set that up for us, so no one would come looking.’

  ‘There’s always someone looking,’ Rushe said. ‘I stay in a hotel, or an apartment, or wherever I want. Then I move on when I need to. It doesn’t pay to have ties; it doesn’t pay to get attached. If I leave a trail—‘

  ‘Weakness, I know, you’ve told me already. You really don’t have a home?’

  ‘Never have,’ he shrugged, and glanced at her then back to the road. ‘I’m not going to leave a base full of information for anyone to find.’

  He’d done it deliberately, made a conscious decision never to establish himself anywhere. The only place in the world he left a trace of himself was in her body.

  For the rest of the journey she thought about the nomadic lifestyle that lay ahead of her. If Rushe was so dead against setting up a home then it would be one meaningless apartment to the next, or one hotel to the next. Traditional life wasn’t something she was ever going to have with Rushe, but the more she found out the more curious she was about his past, and about the future they would have together.

  As time went on she would learn more about Rushe. If she pushed him too hard all at once he would push back, and that would not have beneficial results. So she would be patient with him and let the details become clear on his schedule.

  In the interval they spent together over the three months they were without work, she had gained ground. Now they would have time to get back to that state of co-habitation. Rushe would remember their connection, and she could inch just a little bit closer.

  She stayed in the car while he checked into
the hotel room, and he came out to retrieve her. While the hotel was decent, it wasn’t on the same level as the Waterside. Flick found herself glad for that reprieve. She didn’t want to recall what it was like to live there.

  They had a two-room apartment with a living space, bedroom, and a shower room. Nothing more or less than what they needed.

  The room was spacious, and Flick went straight into the shower while Rushe made his phone calls. When she got out she noticed the laptop booted up on the desk.

  ‘You got a computer?’

  ‘You should tell your friend that you’re safe,’ he said. All of their belongings were laid out on the bed, and Flick saw Rushe pick up each item in turn to inspect it. Most of it was from the emergency kit, but there were some unfamiliar additions.

  ‘Do we have another job?’ she asked, sliding into the chair at the desk.

  ‘I’m waiting on a call.’

  ‘Ok,’ she said. Rushe hadn’t looked at her, and tension rode his shoulders, more than had been there on their arrival. ‘Should we talk?’

  Rushe picked up a gun and popped out the clip. ‘About what?’

  ‘Are you upset with me about something?’ Flick didn’t know where this infuriation had come from.

  ‘No,’ he ground out. ‘I’m not.’

  ‘So what’s the problem?’

  He whipped around so fast that she anticipated a brusque response, but the phone rang and Rushe’s attention was diverted. He snatched it up and disappeared into the bedroom.

  Flick logged into her email and deleted away the junk. Liam had already sent her a message, and so she responded to let him know that they were ok. The light on the phone base went off indicating that the call was over, but Rushe remained in the bedroom.

  To her surprise, she came across an email from her sister. Flick opened it and read to herself.

  ‘I got an email from my sister Lucia,’ Flick called out, hoping to prompt Rushe back into the room. ‘She and Vivian are having a joint anniversary party weekend. They want us to go... Look at that, Lucia was married on the twenty-second and Vivian was married on the twenty-fourth of the same month, I didn’t know that... in different years of course. Does that mean we will have to get married on the twenty-third?’