Hips bucked forwards into her touch, mouth opening willingly to be kissed. His arm would coil around her for the brief duration, jaw clenching as she tugged against him one last time. Ruth watched her carefully, the way the towel rubbed quickly over her to get some resemblance of dryness, how the cloth of her clothes hung from her frame, skin exposed and his mark burning proudly against the skin of her flushed neck.
His brow arched as she returned to him, lips pulling a similar mark into life on his skin. “I don’t want to be interrupted again, so no. You scoot your ass around so I can take you properly. Like a good Daddy should.” As her mouth worked, Ruth’s hands travelled, sneaking effortlessly under the band of cloth to tease a nipple, leaving her squirming until she pulled away finally, leaving him alone to sulk in his frustration. A silent promise was made as he drug a washcloth over himself. He’d be damn sure to keep the old man up with her screaming.
When he’d finally stepped back out into the bar, Ruth found himself greeted with a few familiar faces, his grin widening, mood lifting some as a cruel thought seeded itself into the back of his mind. It sprouted as eyes fell on an ass he’d taken for a ride some months ago, the owner’s face flushing a deep shade of red before the lad offered to buy him a drink. It would be incredibly rude of him to refuse, so Ruth obliged, not really paying the pint much mind but observing the effect of his diverted attention on Willie as the men sparred flirtatious jabs at one another.
While Ruth nursed his drinks, his companion became more intoxicated as the rounds continued. The elf was bored now, the amusement of his little game had waned some time ago and as he watched the lad stumble off to join the lone drunk in the far corner. It wasn’t much longer before she joined him at the bar, half his pint still sitting on the bar-top.
A slow grin began spreading across his face, eyes slightly narrowing on her as she spoke. “You left me. To starve.” His grin turned devilish, smug and he slipped off the stool to approach her, drawing his lips close against her ear. “You gonna hop on that counter, or am I gonna have to pick you up and spread you myself?” Head tilted to shrug his brows at her, body drawing him away to walk around the bar. He’d do her the dignity of her head facing the rest of the bar, but her core… that would be dripping down his chin to the floor of the bar side.
His brow arched as she returned to him, lips pulling a similar mark into life on his skin. “I don’t want to be interrupted again, so no. You scoot your ass around so I can take you properly. Like a good Daddy should.” As her mouth worked, Ruth’s hands travelled, sneaking effortlessly under the band of cloth to tease a nipple, leaving her squirming until she pulled away finally, leaving him alone to sulk in his frustration. A silent promise was made as he drug a washcloth over himself. He’d be damn sure to keep the old man up with her screaming.
When he’d finally stepped back out into the bar, Ruth found himself greeted with a few familiar faces, his grin widening, mood lifting some as a cruel thought seeded itself into the back of his mind. It sprouted as eyes fell on an ass he’d taken for a ride some months ago, the owner’s face flushing a deep shade of red before the lad offered to buy him a drink. It would be incredibly rude of him to refuse, so Ruth obliged, not really paying the pint much mind but observing the effect of his diverted attention on Willie as the men sparred flirtatious jabs at one another.
While Ruth nursed his drinks, his companion became more intoxicated as the rounds continued. The elf was bored now, the amusement of his little game had waned some time ago and as he watched the lad stumble off to join the lone drunk in the far corner. It wasn’t much longer before she joined him at the bar, half his pint still sitting on the bar-top.
A slow grin began spreading across his face, eyes slightly narrowing on her as she spoke. “You left me. To starve.” His grin turned devilish, smug and he slipped off the stool to approach her, drawing his lips close against her ear. “You gonna hop on that counter, or am I gonna have to pick you up and spread you myself?” Head tilted to shrug his brows at her, body drawing him away to walk around the bar. He’d do her the dignity of her head facing the rest of the bar, but her core… that would be dripping down his chin to the floor of the bar side.
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