🥕Mathilde🥕

Percy’s breath fanned softly between your thighs, the warmth a delicious contrast to the cool porcelain beneath you where you perched on the edge of the tub. He was submerged in the water, hands bringing your thighs to rest atop his freckled shoulders. He was soaked. You all were, with bubbles foaming against your ankles.

The tub was filled to the brim. Foamy and colourful under the bathroom's dim light, whereas the water itself was just the right amount of cool.

Your clothes were in a pile somewhere. His was too, sitting in a hastily discarded mess alongside Oliver's kit.

"Fraternising is against the rules too, isn't it?" Your voice was hushed, the question directed at Oliver, who now stood alongside Percy in the water.

Oliver moved closer toward the pair of you, murmuring softly with that scottish lilt you couldn't get enough of. "I really don't think he cares."

Soon after, his fingers tangled in Percy's damp yet stubborn curls. He gripped his head firmly as he pressed it tight against your dripping heat.

Percy let out a soft groan against your slick folds. He wasted no time. His tongue traced your entrance, pushing in slowly before his ministrations grew quick and sloppy.

It was funny. When you'd first come into the Bathroom with Oliver, he was acting like an absolute twat — claimed it wasn't right that you were there when you were neither Prefect, nor Quidditch captain.

Now, that Prefect pin he boasted about so much was more than likely lost underneath the pile of clothes he seemed more than eager to get rid of.

He was more than enthusiastic. While Oliver leaned down, whispering all sorts of encouragement into Percy's ear, he'd lick and lap at your pussy with unparalleled eager. He'd even tilt his head — watching through half lidded eyes as his nose bumped against your clit, sending shivers up your spine.

He was seeking approval.

You affirmed his need by placing your hand over Oliver's, where he had tugged gently on the ginger's hair. As you rocked your hips against his face, he'd moan softly, sending another shock to your core.

The soft moans that spilled from your lips only spurred him on. Meanwhile, the obscene sound and sight of Percy practically eating your cunt had Oliver more than pent up.

Percy didn't mean to give a fuck. No, he was busy, practically drunk off your essence. After you gave a particularly loud whine, he pulled away just to tease you.

"D'you like that?" He whispered against your thigh, breathing softly.

When you nodded feverishly, practically trembling at the sudden lack of contact, he laughed.

Percy hummed, his thumb now pressing down against your puffy clit.

"Yeah, I know you do."

His power trip was cut short when Oliver gave a particularly sharp yank to his hair. Percy was pulled off of you and your legs gave out, splashing back into the tub as they slid off his shoulders.

He'd scowl at the Captain, who only responded by pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. Percy couldn't bring himself to wipe it off.

"C'mon, Perce,"

Oliver was careful when he pulled you back into the water. You were in a daze, an ache pulsating deep in your core. Merlin, you just wished Oliver could've waited a little longer

"You can't have all the fun." He would stick his tongue out between his teeth, making Percy's nose scrunch with disgust. So immature, that one.

Before you could process another word, you felt the head of Oliver's cock catching on your entrance. It'd started off slow. Each roll of his hips was accompanied why a low groan, his head burying against the crook of his neck.

He'd always been a little loud.

Amidst the coupling, Percy had parked himself next to you. While Oliver gripped your thighs, holding your leg to let your heels press against his back, Percy guided your free hand to wrap against his shaft.

Your thumb swiped over the weeping tip. His hips jerked up at the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as a choked whimper tore from his throat.

Your head was spinning. It all felt too good. The curve of Oliver's cock dragging in and out of your dripping cunt, the sight of Percy biting down on his knuckles to keep himself from cumming immediately..

You snap out of your daze when you feel the latter nipping at your neck. His free hand moved to push and brush against your nipples, the sensation doing very little in helping you keep your composure.

"You alright, sweetheart?" Oliver cooed at the sight, thrusting up with enough force to steal the air from your lungs.

"You're both so fucking mean." You'd cried out, tilting your head down and letting it rest against Oliver's shoulder.

It was too much by now. Too overwhelming; the accumulated sights and sensations. An all too familiar pressure began to form, tightening far too fast and feeling way too fucking good for you to let it stop.

Oliver caught on fast. The hand supporting your waist trailed down, and he rubbed your clit in slow strokes. The feel of his thick cock plunging in and out of you seemed to intensify, stretching you deliciously with each powerful thrust.

The water around you sloshed wildly.

Percy's eyes were open again. He was watching you two, his dick impossibly hard in your hand as he watched Oliver rut into you like a dog in heat. On merlin's third testicle, he couldn't decide who he wanted to be more.

"Ah, you look fucking brilliant," His hand wrapped around yours, encouraging you to stroke faster. Harder Percy's breath came out in ragged pants as he brought his gaze back up. "Bet it feels amazing. 's she tight, Oli?"

Oliver let out a breathless laugh. You cried out when he slowed his pace, pulling out just enough to leave the tip thrusting shallowly at your entrance. He'd snap his hips, filling you back up with a loud squelch.

"As a fucking knot." He murmured, tilting his head back. It lolled to the side as he looked at Percy directly, eyes lingering far too long when he caught sight of your hand beating him off.

"Kind of feels like she was made for me, y'know? Made to milk my cock."

The dim light of the safehouse filtered through cracked blinds, casting long shadows across the worn couch where you, Frenchie, and Kimiko had collapsed after another chaotic day dodging Vought's goons. Your body ached from the fight, but the warmth of their presence soothed the tension. Frenchie sprawled on one side, his arm draped lazily over your waist, while Kimiko curled against your other side, her head resting on your shoulder. The air smelled of gunpowder and Frenchie's cologne, a mix that had become oddly comforting.

Frenchie chuckled softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip. "Mon amour, you were fierce today. Like a wildcat with claws." His accent wrapped around the words, making your skin tingle. Kimiko lifted her head, her dark eyes sparkling with agreement. She signed quickly, her hands moving with graceful precision: You saved my ass. Again. Then she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to send a spark through you.

You smiled, turning to kiss her back, your mouth brushing hers in a gentle exploration. "Team effort," you murmured against her lips. Frenchie watched with a grin, his hand sliding up to cup your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it hardened. "Oui, but now… we celebrate, non? No more running tonight. Just us."

Kimiko nodded, her fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to expose your skin. She nuzzled your neck, teeth grazing lightly as Frenchie shifted closer, his breath hot on your ear. "Let me taste you first," he whispered, his voice rough with want. You arched into their touches, the exhaustion melting away under the heat building between you three.

Frenchie captured your mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, demanding and playful. Kimiko's hands roamed lower, unbuttoning your pants and slipping inside to cup your pussy through your underwear. She rubbed slow circles over your clit, drawing a moan from you that Frenchie swallowed hungrily. You reached for him, palming the growing bulge in his jeans, feeling his cock twitch under your touch.

They worked in sync, a rhythm honed from countless nights like this. Kimiko peeled your pants down your legs, tossing them aside, then hooked her fingers into your panties and yanked them off. She spread your thighs wide, settling between them, her breath ghosting over your exposed folds. Frenchie stripped off his shirt, revealing the scars and tattoos that told stories of his wild life, then helped you out of your top, his mouth latching onto your breast. He sucked hard on your nipple, teeth nipping just enough to make you gasp.

Kimiko dove in without hesitation, her tongue flattening against your pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit in one long stroke. She hummed in approval, the vibration sending jolts through you. You threaded your fingers into her hair, holding her close as she sucked your clit into her mouth, her fingers parting your lips to delve deeper. Two fingers pushed inside you, curling to hit that spot that made your hips buck.

Frenchie groaned, watching her eat you out. "Putain, she's so wet for you, chérie." He freed his cock from his jeans, stroking himself slowly, the thick length hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip. You reached for him again, wrapping your hand around his shaft, pumping in time with Kimiko's thrusts. He kissed you messily, then pulled back to guide your head down, pressing your lips to his cockhead.

You opened wide, taking him in, your tongue swirling around the underside as you bobbed. He tasted salty and musky, filling your mouth as you sucked. Kimiko's pace quickened, her fingers fucking you harder, her free hand pinching your thigh. The dual sensations overwhelmed you—her mouth devouring your pussy, Frenchie's cock sliding deeper into your throat.

You came first, your walls clenching around Kimiko's fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over you. She lapped up your release, not stopping until you trembled. Frenchie pulled out with a wet pop, his eyes dark with lust. "My turn to fuck you," he growled, flipping you onto your hands and knees.

Kimiko knelt in front of you, shedding her clothes quickly—her lithe body bare and inviting. She spread her legs, guiding your face to her pussy, already glistening. You licked her eagerly, tasting her sweetness as Frenchie positioned himself behind you. His hands gripped your hips, and he thrust in with one smooth motion, his cock stretching your pussy wide.

He pounded into you relentlessly, skin slapping against skin, each drive hitting deep. You moaned into Kimiko's folds, your tongue flicking her clit while she ground against your face. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she rode your mouth. Frenchie's pace faltered, his breaths ragged. "Gonna fill you up, amour," he grunted, slamming harder.

Kimiko shattered next, her thighs quaking around your head, juices coating your chin as she came with a silent cry. The sight pushed Frenchie over the edge; he buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he pumped hot cum into your pussy. You followed again, the fullness and friction tipping you into bliss.

He pulled out slowly, cum dripping down your thighs. Kimiko pulled you up, kissing you deeply, tasting herself on your lips. Frenchie wrapped around you both from behind, his arms encircling you in a warm embrace. "Perfect," he murmured, nuzzling your neck. Kimiko signed Love you both with a sleepy smile, her head on your chest.

The robbery was quick, bloody and made a lot of money. A typical O’Driscoll heist, carefully planned by Colm O‘Driscoll himself. Plus it was just a stagecoach robbery, so nobody had any doubt that it‘d be a success. That was until the sheriff with at least a dozen deputies showed up. In the middle of the shootout you realized that your small group couldn’t fight them off, so you decided to make a run for it. But the sheriff was stubborn, dedicated to not let you escape with the money. He aimed, and then shot Seamus, who carried a large bag with the valuables you stole from the stagecoach earlier, from his horse. The other men either didn‘t notice or didn‘t care enough to risk their life for the bag, but you were different. Having joined the O‘Driscolls only a month agoo, you wanted to prove yourself. So withour hesitation you shot back at the sheriff, landing a shot right between his eyes. The deputies were a bit left behind, so you quickly jumped from your horse and picked the bag back up. By the time you were riding away again, the deputies just arrived at the scene, shooting after you and cursing you loudly through the whole valley. “Damn that O‘Driscoll dog, he just shot the sheriff!”

You rode away laughing, together with the other O‘Driscolls, who laughed at the remaining deputies who didn‘t dare to go after you now. The money from the heist seemed to satisfy Colm, who didn‘t really seem to care that most of his men died. He gave you all an approving nod, until his eyes met yours. You exchanged a quick, but somewhat intense eye contact and for a split second, you thought that you saw something in his gaze. Like there was more behind that quick glance he gave you. But then Colm broke the eye contact, saying that the money would finance some fine liquor tonight. The men around you cheered, while you glanced at your boss who didn‘t seem to pay you any mind anymore, too focused on the bag full of money he was given.

So you tried to forget whatever you saw in Colm‘s eyes by doing the only reasonable thing now. Drinking with the rest of the O‘Driscolls. By the time it was getting dark, most of the boys were retelling the heist for the others who weren‘t involved. Laughter erupted, as they imitaded the angry, but defeated deputies.

“Ya damn O‘Driscoll dog!”, Jim called out, like a pouting child.

“He shot the sheriff!”, another man joined, in a high pitched tone.

The men sitting arround you clapped you on the shoulder or hit you with their elbows in an approving way. “Guess that bastard‘s here one of us now!”, one of them said. You grinned back at him, happy to be finally a part of the gang.

“Haha, yes! Ain‘t that right, you dirty O‘Driscoll dog?”

“Oh, that name‘s gonna stick.” You lightly rolled you eyes, as you raised your bottle to your lips again. As you took a swig from your bottle, you saw something in the corner of your eyes. Without much thought, you turned around, looking right back at Colm‘s eyes. Your boss was standing in front of his cabin, his arms crossed, as he talked with a man you haven‘t seen around before. Maybe he was from one of the smaller camps. The expression in Colm‘s gaze was again unreadable, although it made your skin crawl. Quickly, you turned back around, avoiding those grey-ish eyes. But you could still feel him looking at you. Nervously you shifted a little, trying to shake off that weird feeling you got. As you turned your attention back to the camp fire, the conversation seemed to have long moved on to a different topic.

For the rest of the night you couldn‘t get rid of the feeling that you were being watched. But every time you turned back to where Colm had been standing earlier, the man wasn‘t there anymore. Now you sat on a log, tapping your feet while trying to concentrate on the stories being told. Still, your thoughts damped the loud voices around you, making you unable to really concentrate on them. That was until suddenly everything went silent. Ripped out of your thoughts you looked up again, seeing as all the men seemed to stare at you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when suddenly a voice echoed from behind you.

“That was some nice work today fellas.”, Colm spoke, making you jump as you realised that he must‘ve stood right behind you. You didn‘t dare to turn around, instead choosing to join the cheers from the other O‘Driscolls. From the corner of your eye, you could see Colm raise his hand and it went silent again.

”But if it wasn‘t for our new boy here,”, Colm spoke sharply as he put a hand on your shoulder, “I would‘ve lost a bunch of men for nothing. No money after weeks of planning, no reward for you.”

The faces of the O‘Driscolls around you quickly twisted into expressions of fear and hesitation. Some men looked down on the ground, too scared to meet Colm‘s expression, others stared up at him, like their pathethic expressions would save them from Colm‘s anger. You could feel his grip on your shoulder tighten a little as he spoke again.

“I hope for all ya idiots this doesn‘t repeat itself. Any man that comes to me with empty hands might as well hang themselves before they do, is that clear?” It wasn‘t a question really. Anyone who would‘ve dared to complain would be a dead man before he could even finish. So the round nodded, some murmured apologies could be heard. Too scared to move much with Colm‘s hand still resting on you, you mumbled a quiet ”Yes, sir.” as well. Immediatly you could feel his eyes on you again, making you shrink just a little. There was a short moment of silence, before Colm patted your shoulder while saying, “Well, like I said, it was a good job, so keep drinkin‘ boys. But don‘t dissapoint me like that again.”

His last few words hung in the air like venom promising to kill anyone who‘d do so much as to gulp right now. Then Colm removed his hand from your shoulder and you felt instant relief, like a huge weight has been lifted off your chest.

„You, come with me. There‘s something I wanna give ya.“, Colm spoke, just quiet enough that only you could hear it. You could hear him walking away, not checking if you were coming or not. He knew that he didn‘t need to check. No one would be stupid enough to not follow his command. So while the rest of the boys slowly relaxed and picked up the conversation again, even though their voices were lowered now, you silently stood up and got after Colm, who had already disappeared into his cabin.

Inside the air seemed to be a lot thicker, heavy wih the smell of cigarettes and whiskey. Colm was leaning against the table standing in the middle of the small room, urging you to come in with one hand. Feeling your breath turning shallower, you closed the door behind you, as you stepped into the cabin. You had no idea what Colm could possibly want from you, or give you, as he had claimed. All you could do was to hope that you didn‘t do anything to upset him. A few moments passed as you stood in the cabin, playing nervously with your fingers while still trying to keep a somewhat good posture in front of your boss, who was busy filling up a glass of whiskey for himself.

“Quite the shootout you had there earlier. Shot the sheriff, didn‘t ya?”, he finally spoke. Colm raised his glass to his lips while looking at you, his eyes scanning over your facial features. ”Uh y-yes sir.” You cringed at the sound of your own voice trembeling under Colm‘s watchful gaze, as his lips twitched into an amused smile.

”Good work, didn‘t like the bastard much, one of those the-world-is-kind-and-bright guys.” A low chuckle came from the man as he drank from his glass again. ”Ya did really good with that money too. Those idiots would‘a just let my good planing go to waste if it wasn‘t for ya.”

You weren‘t riding long with the O‘Driscolls and even less so with Colm but even you knew that getting complimented by Colm was a rare gift. A lot of the men outside would tear you apart just to get told by Colm that they did a good job. But for some reason he chose you. His acknowledgement made you stand up straight again, your shoulders relaxing a little. “Thank you, sir.”

”Ya ain‘t so long with us, can‘t remember your face. What was your name again?”, Colm asked as his hands came to rest on his gunbelt. You noticed the movement and could hardly dart your eyes away from it. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, Colm put his glass down on the table, stepping over to you. Something in the way he was stalking towards you made you think of a predator creeping up on their prey. Only once he was standing right in front of you did he stop. “Ah wait, I think I know.” His voice was suddenly low like a whisper.

With a quick motion, Colm suddenly grapped your face and pushed you to the wall behind you, earning a suprised yap from you. The older man was looming over you, a dirty grin spread across his lips. Instinctively your hands had come up to grab at his wrists, but his grip was suprisingly strong for his age. He leaned down just a little, the smell of whiskey reaching your nose. ”What did they call ya… ah, O‘Driscoll dog.”

You felt your heart drop as he said the nickname the deputies had given you. Colm chuckled as he saw your eyes widen a little, scared that he‘d think the name was a bad thing. ”That true? You my obedient little dog, mh?”

The tone in his voice didn‘t tell you whether he was mocking you or not. It was clear however that he wanted an answer fast. Feeling your heart race you simply answered without much thought behind it. “...Yes, sir.”

You watched, still tense, as Colm‘s grin widened again. “I like the sound of that. Keep callin‘ me that.” Unable to keep looking him in his amused eyes, yours darted down, avoiding his gaze effectively. Then Colm leaned closer again, the stubbles of his beard scratching your cheek and his black hair falling down, tickeling your nose. Again his voice was low, but this time there was something else in it too. ”Then here‘s ya first command pup. On your knees.”

If your legs hadn‘t been feeling weak already, then you‘re sure they would‘ve now. Still pressed against the wall, your eyes found Colm‘s again, as you let yourself slide down slowly. Now settled in the space between your boss‘s legs, you could finally see the reason behind all of this. The buldge in Colm‘s pants was present enough to make you hold your breath as you looked up again. Above you, Colm took in the sight of you between his legs, ready to do whatever he wanted you to. He almost came from the sight of it alone. One of his hands reached down, brushing through your hair before firmly grapping it, while the other worked on his gunbelt. It came off without much effort, before he threw it over a nearby chair.

“Must say, ya look real fine down there.”, Colm said, as his hand now reached to get himself out of his pants. You stared at his length, already fully hard and precum dripping from the tip. As far as his grip on your hair would let you, you turned to look up at him again. The shock must‘ve been written all over your face, as Colm laughed tucking at your hair. “Don‘t get nervous now boy. Ya wanna be good fer me, don‘t ya.”

“O-of course, boss.”

“Ya call me sir. Open up.” With that, he pulled you closer to his length. You obediently opened your mouth, your stomach twisting in anticipation at what you were about to do for Colm. With a sudden harsh tug at your hair, Colm pulled you in just a bit for the start. You only had about half of him in your mouth but the unfamiliar invasion made you gag anyways. Pulling you back again, Colm enjoyed the sight of some spit already dripping of your chin. “Knew it would suit ya.”, he mumbled, as he pushed you onto him again. This time, your nose touched his pupic hair, forcing you to inhale the unwashed scent of Colm. This together with the sensation of Colm‘s dick touching the back of your throat made you gag again, but Colm didn‘t push you off this time. As you started having trouble breathing, gagging heavily around him, you could feel tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. But Colm‘s grip was firm and only after a few more seconds did he push you off again.

You gasped for air, feeling Colm‘s finger brush through your hair strangely soothingly. “Ya ever did this?” Still not having the air for an answer you just shook your head a little, looking up at Colm through teary eyes. “Don‘t ya worry, this‘ll get better. There‘s a reward in for ya if you‘re good.”

Finally you had collected enough breath again to continue. Colm pushed you onto him again, this time without taking breaks, rutting into your mouth in a steady pace. Each thrust was a fight for air, but eventually you didn‘t have to gag as often anymore, earning a shallow “There ya go, boy” from Colm. You could hear his breath above you becoming heavier as he got closer to his relief. Then with one last thrust he pushed you onto him all the way like he did before, his dick twitching as he came down your throat with a groan.

It took every bit of self control in you to not gag or puke as Colm pumped himself empty, until he finally pulled out. He stepped back, letting you fall over, grapping your throat as the pain of his length intruding you was still apparent. You had to cough a few times, before you saw a pair of boots in front of you. Colm kneeled down to your level, taking your chin in his hands. His eyes looked over you again, making you shiver a bit as his thumb came up to wipe away a string of his cum. Colm smiled at you as you panted.

“There‘s a good boy.”, he cooed.

You felt some heat rising up downstairs at the nickname. Colm noticed too, as he reached with his hand to softly pat you through your pants, making you whimper involuntarily. “Seems like someone‘s ready for their treat.”

He stood up again, walking over to the table and taking his glass again. In one gulp, he emptied it before he let himself fall down on one of the chairs. By now his pants had been fastened again, still he urged you to come closer with two fingers. Wiping over your chin with the sleeve of your shirt, you scrampled up and walked over to him. Colm sat there, with his legs spread widely, letting his gaze wander over you.

“You so scared of me or you just a virgin?”, he asked amused.

“I ain‘t ever…”, a slight flush started to show on your cheeks, as Colm grapped around your waist, slowly pulling you closer by your gunbelt. His hand rested on your waist, as his other came up to feel up your sides, his touch giving you goosebumps.

“Ain‘t no shame in that, boy. Should‘a known you was a sweet one.”, Colm said, watching contently as you shivered under the slight touch of his hands.

Then suddenly he stopped, his eyes coming up to yours. “I think m‘gonna take my time with ya then. But don‘t worry, you‘ll get your reward soon enough.” With that he possessively gripped your ass one last time, making you jump a little. You nodded, mumbeling a last “Thank you, sir.”, before you stumpled out of his cabin, as you were seemingly dismissed. Colm watched as you went, grinning to himself as he scratched his chin. “Thank ya sir…”, he mumbed to himself, “Oh, we‘re gonna have ourselves some fun, won‘t we, pup?”

Kieran was a good man. He was the type who'd get flustered and red if someone kissed his cheek.

It didn't really help that, just looking at him and his manners, you'd easily guess he was a virgin. Either that or he's just incredibly inexperienced.

But the most quiet are also the freakiest.

You did go out your way to help him 'Experience' some of that that he was losing on... In your own way.

You had both went fishing today, some lake near Horseshoe Overlook and settled for the evening.

It was getting dark, and as much as Kieran was trying to keep calm and not show how he just knew what you were up to, his body was just speaking for him.

He kept glancing at you by the end of his eye to try and read your movements, if you'd eventually reach out for him or not. He stuttered and laughed nervously each time you made any conversation. He was shaking in his boots and you hadn't even started yet.

You got tired of holding yourself back and waiting for the night to fully fall, taking advantage of the excuse that the "fish had went sleeping and you both should stop".

But just as Kieran agreed and walked over to Branwen to leave his fishing rod, you came right over and grabbed him by the back of his jacket, pulling him over away from the horse and shoving him against the biggest tree near.

You smirked at his reaction, seeing how he blinked and processed the situation quickly, looking up at you with wide 'Innocent' eyes and a slightly open mouth, which you rapidly shushed by putting a palm on his mouth. His face was now as red as Dead Redemption.

"You ain't subtle at all, dear..."

Your voice was quiet but dominant in his ears, pressing your body against his, the hand previously on his mouth now gently scratching his beard, while your left one went to caress his side, getting under his shirt.

You felt him shudder under your palm.

"We- W-We're gon'-... Really...?" He asked softly, his gaze fixed down on your hands while the words left his lips, sounding more like he didn't believe more than objecting to it.

"Just if you let me... I ain't gonna do nothing you don't wanna... But seeing how yer reacting, mabye that's what you want, huh?" You whispered on his ear again, his stiffening body making you reassure again "Letting me do what I want, I meant"

He then proceeded to nod frantically at having his doubts answered, pressing his mouth shut and releasing his fists didn't realize were clenched. Now you had him all to yourself.

You, didn't waste any time though.

...

It was already completely night when you already had him in his knees, the fly of your pants down and your belt buckle with your holsters shoved on the grass.

Quiet grunts stood in your throat as he slowly bobbed his head back and forth, your already hard shaft entirely in his mouth and his eyes dazed while looking at it, in a way that made you believe he'd be scared to look up and meet your eyes.

His hands were placed on your thighs, so soft that if it weren't for the warmth of them you wouldn't notice.

Kieran was working wonders on your member, tounge swirling the tip in his mouth and rubbing it entirely against the slick inside of his cheek. He did it slowly in a way that would look annoying, but he was just enjoying the feeling of someone caring.

You eventually pulled out his mouth, with a pop, taking his head so he didn't stand up yet, and moving your hips to tap your dick on his wet lips, his hands trembling when he let them fall off your legs.

"I'm gonna get rough, but you still like it, 'm sure..." You snickered, shoving him back effortlessly by his shoulders, as he fell on his back with a startled 'Oh'.

He looked up from the ground, pupils dilatating when you came down as well.

"I-I'm-... C-Can you-..."

He couldn't even finish his words at how nervous you've made him with something he himself wanted.

You quickly understood what he meant when you glanced down, his legs spread out in the position he fell, knees bent up and resting by your sides, and a small yet noticeable tent in his own pants between his legs.

It filled you with excitement just how miserable he was for you. Despite him trying to look more respectable in the gang, he was really anything but.

"Hm..." You hummed, wordlessly bringing your hand to his waistband and pulling it down to the back of his knees, the hairy, smaller, member swinging up when released.

You could see in his eyes how he was actually enjoying the size difference between you two, and you bucked up to rub your member against his, which only reached to about half of yours.

You spat on it and started rubbing the saliva up and down his smaller pecker, not holding back from going at a more consistent pace than him before.

His legs were twitching as the heat rushed up more violently when you touched him, his shoulders tensing and a pathetic whimper escaping his mouth, head falling back and breathing like a dog while you jacked him off.

"A-Ah my god..." He breathed out with his balls tightening, drawing up exaggeratedly and bucking his hips into your hand. You could just see how he's never had someone like this, and it was exhilarating.

You let go suddenly, after feeling him tensing up, right before he came.

You didn't let him complain or ask as you pushed yourself inside him, grabbing his hips and pinning them to the grass when you started moving slowly. You'd go faster, but he still had to grow used to the sensation.

He cursed loudly at the unexpected feeling, his hands reflectively grabbing your shoulders while he stared in almost horror as you entered, gritting his teeth and groaning deeply, some drool already falling from the edge of his lips.

"Fuck Kieran- I barely started, calm down or yer gon' cut my dick inside you..." Muttering, as you felt how hard he squeezed you when he spoke.

You took a breath, starting to move faster consistently each time you pushed in, pressing your chest on his when he started moving and getting comfortable with you inside, digging his face on your neck, whimpering and moaning sweetly loud with every thrust.

Your hips moved by themselves now, starting to fuck him hard against the ground and looking like two street cats in heat.

His own dick was twitching softly against your abdomen at the sensations you were getting from him, hitting that deep spot inside of him that he was beginning to love.

"A-Ah- Ah... S-Shit, Jesus... O-Oh my Goood..." He ended up trailing off in a whiny voice, your dick stretching him out starting to make him feel restless, and the pace and force didn't help.

You had brought him to the cliff in a minute, as he immediately came when his breath hitched, his white sticky fluids falling on his shirt. But you wouldn't stop yet.

His head fell back again while you continued, his eyes tearing up in pleasure already, looking like he'd start crying while you fucked his ass.

It wouldn't surprise you if this cutie did though.

You started panting after some more time, pressing yourself harder against his as your hips colided, pushing up to look at his teary begging eyes, curses and compliments leaving his lips.

You ended up coming inside him too, breathing loudly and pulling out of him slowly, earning another small grunt from both.

Your own semen was now slipping from his entrance, his hips barely held up by shaky legs.

"Goddamn... You're a tight one, love..."

You mumbled to his embarrassment, a dissappointed look in his eyes when you buckled up to go back to camp. He wanted more.

Kieran was way too exhausted for doing nothing, but way too hot and nervous at the moment to even pull his pants up, instead reached out and hugged your neck, pulling you down with him on the grass.

"C-Can we sleep here...?" He asked shyly, not conscious enough to realize how shameful he must look like now.

"Did I pound you too hard, Kieran? We're gon' freeze here..." You chuckled, but not pulling away and just resting your head on his chest while he hugged you, feeling how hard his heart was still beating.

"We're... W-Will we do this again?" A shy whisper made it's way to your ears

"Tonight in my tent, if your legs can carry you back"

"..." He seemed taken off guard by that, and instead just kept his eyes lost in the sky while in this position.

"C'mon, I'll carry you back in my horse... Sure your back hurts enough to not sit on yer horse, eh?"

"Hm..."

He couldn't even speak.

Kieran left you pick him up back to your own personal tent. Good thing it was far from the rest in camp.

Tucked away from the others, it feels like Javier and you are in your own little world. Branched off from the weight of life. This is your own small earth with the campfire as your sun and rum as your rivers. It definitely has been flowing in streams. You got this bottle from the money of your first stagecoach robbery you did the other day. You planned and directed the entire job by yourself. Raising your arm, you hold it out to him.

Javier takes it, stares at it for a second before bringing the glass to his lips. As you watch his throat bob each time he swallows, you let your mind drift to certain places. You’ve had your eyes on him for a long time now. How could you not? He’s so devastatingly handsome when his fingers dance across the strings of his guitar or when his singing carries through camp. Or when the blade of his knife seemingly flies over his hand whenever he shows off at five finger fillet.

Form the pale lines adorning his skin, markings from blades that nicked him back when he fled his home to the pristine shine of his shoes. Some of the others make fun of him for being so meticulous regarding his appearance, but you like it. It gives him an air of pride like an exotic bird or perhaps a wild stallion that refuses to be broken in.

“Aren’t you tired?”, you ask and tilt your head to the side. His eyes briefly flicker in your direction.

“No. Are you?”

“A bit, but I don’t want to go to bed just yet.” The hour might be late, but the night is still young for you. After all, how often does it happen that you end up completely alone with the man who has taken residence in your mind? The alcohol’s heat travels down from your chest to your lower stomach.

As he fishes out a white box from his pocket and tucks a cigarette between his lips, you wonder how it must feel to be in that spot. You like to imagine his lips to be soft and warm, perhaps a little wet from his tongue darting out to brush over them. When he holds the box out to you, you curl your own lips.

“Do you want one?”, he asks and you don’t miss the sliver of urgency swaying in his tone. It’s like he wants you to take it. Emboldened by the rum, you shift closer until your shoulders are nearly touching and pinch the cigarette in his mouth between your fingers. When you slowly pull it out to take a puff from it, you believe to detect a hint of his taste lingering on it. But maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

“Thank you.”, you murmur and watch his throat bob again.

As you hand it back to him, he gapes at it dumbfounded for a hot minute before shoving the stick back into his mouth. A flush creeps up into his face and spreads over his cheeks. Judging by the way his eyebrows are drawn together, one might think that he’s upset over your forwardness. If it only wasn’t for the subtle twitch of the corners of his mouth to indicate his delight.

“You know what? I feel like we don’t spend enough time together.”, you point out, which is not entirely true. The two of you are always together, whether it be late at night by the campfire or early in the morning while sipping at your coffee.

The girls know of your fascination or crush or however your want to call it and something tells you that he does too. Just the other day, you told Karen how much you enjoy watching and hearing him play and he’s been following you around with his guitar ever since. That’s when you figured that he must have overheard the conversation. That and Javier isn’t exactly subtle with his advances.

He’s brass and loud, puffing out his chest and flaunting his feathers like a peacock. You’ve seen it before whenever he tries to woo a lady at some saloon or bar and you always chuckle over it. Until he directed all of it at you and that’s when the laughter ceased, because shit. You’re kind of into it. It went from giggling to chewing on your lower lip while imagining that loud, proud voice turning into a moan and groan.

“You’re so right.”, he hastily answers and you stifle a huff. Knowing him, you could suggest diving naked into a frozen lake and he’d agree.

Raising the bottle, you go to take another sip when you spill some of the rum over your chin. You may have miscalculated the distance or missed the target entirely. Either way, it’s stupid. Perhaps you should lay off the liquor for a few seconds. You’re not downright drunk, but feeling fuzzy enough to qualify as tipsy. The dark liquid rolls down your throat and you catch a few drops with your thumb before they can vanish into the valley between your breasts.

Bringing the thumb up to your mouth, you suck the rum off it and catch Javier’s gaze. His eyes have definitely followed the pearls that had traveled down your skin and now he’s absolutely transfixed on the digit between your lips. Smooth for sure isn’t a word you’d use to describe him. Still, pride swells inside your chest at the reaction you’re tearing out of him.

“I’m bored.”, you declare and panic washes over his face.

“What?”, he stammers and laughs. “Is there anything I can help with?”

Rolling your eyes with such force that it leaves them sore, you wonder whether you should start walking around with a sign around your neck that says ‘I have the hots for you, idiot’.

“Well, that really depends.”, you say. Your frustration has oddly enough gone by unnoticed.

“On what?”

“If you want to find a quiet spot with me.”

The words hang in the air for an agonizingly long time. You start to feel like you perhaps misread all the signs and that Javier isn’t interested in you at all. Suddenly, he flicks the cigarette into the fire and takes your hand. Relief shoots through your body at the response and the certainty behind it. Standing up, you quietly lead him to where the wagons are parked.

They’re off to the side and since they’re so far away from everything important like Mr. Pearson’s makeshift kitchen and Herr Strauss’ medical supplies, nobody has their tent set up nearby. Hidden behind one of the wagons, you lean your back against the wood and chew on the inside of your cheek to avoid the goofy grin that is threatening to spread. It’s been so long since you’ve been with another person, let alone felt the touch that wasn’t purely platonic.

Javier stands in front of you, both hands kind of dangling helplessly by his sides as if he’s still unsure whether you’re genuine with your suggestion.

“Is that how you bed all your women? Just standing there and gawking?”, you tease between giggles and he clears his throat.

“No!”, he protests and as if to proof a point, grabs handfuls of your waist. His fingers dig into the fabric of your blouse and you imagine his fingers moving over you like they do over his guitar. Quick and nimble. Patience running thin, you let your own palms wander across his chest and stomach. Even under the layer of his shirt and vest, you can tell that he works hard. All those jobs that Dutch sends him out on must have done something to him.

One hand travels upward, over the curve of his neck and his soft jaw. Stubbles tickle the tips of your fingers and you curl a loose hair strand around it. Both your mouths hang open in silent anticipation and partly because dealing with the tension is an effort in and of itself. Your chests are heaving from doing absolutely nothing at all.

“Javier.”, you whisper, his name rolling over your tongue like exquisite wine. It leaves your mouth as a breath and he sucks it right in. Next thing you know, his lips collide with yours and you lose yourself in a whirlwind of heat and desire. His tongue slides past your lips and brushes over your own. He tastes of the rum that you shared and the spices that Miss Grimshaw had snuck into the stew.

Your teeth clash occasionally and you trap his lower lip in between them. As you give it a soft tug, you steal a groan from his throat. Growing bolder from the sound, you bite down harsher and you feel his hands tremble over your body.

“Mierda.”, he hisses, grabs your chin and push your head to the side. Your cheek is pressed against the wagon as he dips his head to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck. The tip of his tongue grazes over your skin, licking up any remaining rum that you had accidentally spilled over yourself.

Both of you are moving clumsily. The kisses are wet and sloppy, more as if you’re trying to devour one another instead of catching a taste. You’re past the stage of developing an appetite. Now you’re just fucking starving. Javier’s hands grab fistfuls of your blouse and with one strong pull, the buttons give in under the strain. Fabric tears and some of the stitches come loose. Majority of the buttons are still attached, but some of the less lucky ones were sent flying onto the ground.

A gasp leaves your lungs as the cold night air hits your exposed breasts. He clasps a hand over the tender skin and gives it a firm squeeze. The brashness of his action should have left you in outrage. After all, this is your favorite blouse. But it only feeds the ache between your legs and giving you the sense as if your body is melting away in that spot.

His tongue finds your hardened nipples, swirling around and pressing into them. While he’s busy kissing one, his thumb is playing with the other. Pinched gently between his fingers, he tugs and squeezes, playing you like an instrument. Heat rolls over your body. Your blood is on fire. Flames are dancing underneath your skin, leaving you dizzy and yearning.

The hair on his mustache tickles your skin as his mouth sweeps down your stomach and he drops to his knees. As his hands grip the rim of your skirt to hike it up, your own shoot forward to stop him by his wrists.

“What is it?”, he asks, concern swimming in his voice.

“I didn’t wash off today.”, you point out and wrinkle your nose. What is he going to think when he lifts your skirt and is greeted with the smell of sweat?

Something flashes in his eyes when you mention your situation. Wild and hungry. His hand vanishes underneath the fabric and slides up your leg. When she reaches the delicate skin inside your thighs, you can tell that he can feel your wetness already. And when he’s at your damp bloomers, a smile spreads on his lips.

“I’ll do anything.”, he murmurs as his fingers weasel their way into your underwear and brush over your dripping folds. When he pulls the hand back, you can only stare in awe as he brings them up to his mouth to lick them clean. His gaze flickers in your direction, as if to ask silently for permission. When you nod, his head disappears underneath the skirt and he slowly lets your bloomers fall down to pool around your ankles.

Next thing you know, your leg is thrown over his shoulder and you press yourself against the wagon for balance. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you momentarily forget how to breathe from all the anticipation. The only thing you know is that he’s close. You can tell so from his hot breath hitting your skin and his beard brushing over the thick curls between your legs.

Then two fingers part your folds and a shaky moan leaves him. It takes all your willpower not to grab him by the back of his neck and grind against his face. As much as you’d like to ride that pretty nose of his, you’re letting him take the pace with this one. Something wet touches you then. His tongue. Its tip is probing and prying at your entrance, before pressing flat against your cunt and running along it. He repeats the motion a few times, always pulling back right before he gets to your clit.

Desire clouds your mind, leaving it heavier than the alcohol did. You’re not tipsy on the rum anymore. Now you’re just drunk on whatever Javier is doing down there. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, accompanied by soft whimpers. Eyes closed shut, you spread your arms in search for an edge or handle. Anything you can hold on to. Finally, his tongue flicks over your clit that is slightly swollen from arousal.

Stars explode behind your eyelids and you quickly clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle whatever noise is forcing its way out of you. Javier repeats the motion. The part of him that was so keen on teasing and torturing you has disappeared into thin air. He’s equally as hungry and impatient, lapping at your pussy like a madman. Sometimes there’s a rhythm to it and other times there isn’t.

During one of the latter of the two, you frantically hike up your own skirt until his hair is somewhat exposed and you bury your fingers in the dark, thick locks. Holding him tight in your grasp, you nudge him closer to your throbbing core. It tears a low, filthy moan out of him. His own hands have an iron grip on your thighs as if you’re the one keeping him steady instead of the other way around.

“Yes.”, he groans against your cunt. “Please, ride my face. Oh, please.”

His tongue is sticking out, having completely given up on trying to find a somewhat steady pattern. You grind your clit over it, occasionally missing your mark and gliding over his nose instead. Most of your weight is on his shoulder, otherwise you’d slide down the wagon and topple onto the ground. On second thought, you don’t think that you’d mind it if he decides to ravish you on the forest floor.

Whatever drop he can catch, he’s drinking it up. Drinking you up. With one arm firmly wrapped around your thigh right next to his head, he takes his free hand to reach out for you. Through your desperate thrusts, he somehow manages to find your folds without accidentally scratching you and slides a finger in. The second one follows shortly after, practically being sucked up along.

Curling them up, the tips are pressing against your g-spot and your movements falter. Seizing the brief break, his tongue flicks over your clit once more while he pumps his fingers in and out of you in sync. They stretch your walls and vanish inside you all the way up to his knuckles. Something wet runs along your leg and seeps into your shoe. It’s a shame that he’s hidden between your legs this way. You would have loved to watch him at work, see the flush over his cheeks and your wetness coat his face,

“I’m so close.”, you alert him, but you’re not certain that he heard you. He continues his assault on your sensitive nerves and flesh. The orgasm Javier draws out of your is devastating. All strength flees out of your muscles at once and you have to grip onto the edges of the wagon for dear life to not collapse right then and there.

A strangled gasp passes your lips and your eyes are open wide. Hips spasming, you try to pull away, but his tongue is still lapping at your clit. He’s relentless as he eats you out, while his fingers massage your g-spot with a vigor you’ve never seen a man do before. White dots dance in your vision from the overstimulation and the knot that just loosened in your stomach tightens again. It’s as hard as iron and your body is as tense as a drawn bowstring.

The second orgasm feels like a brick to the face. It knocks the air out of your lungs and you sink. Knees unable to keep you upright, they buckle and that’s the only reason he stops. Lips letting go of your clit with a squelching plop, his arms shoot forward to steady you. Your breath leaves your mouth in gusts of clouds. When his head appears again from underneath your skirt, he’s a mess.

The skin around his lips is glistening in the dim moonlight, his mustache and goatee are completely drenched and his hair resembles more a bird’s nest. His eyes are on fire, almost gleaming in the darkness. While still holding onto you, he stands back up on his feet and his lips find yours. The kiss is a little slower to allow you catch your breath again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull when you taste yourself on his tongue. His mouth is slick from both you and his saliva that is escaping from out the corner and rolling along your jaw. Pushing your body against his, you feel him hard against your lower stomach. Lust still pumps through your veins and you pull at the waistband of his pants.

Javier immediately understands and his hands fly down to unbuckle his belt. As he works on the buttons of his pants, you relax against the solid wood behind you and kick the bloomers out of the way that are still hanging at your ankle. Dirt covers the white fabric, staining it in dark specks, but you push that thought to the side. Hiking up your skirt again, Javier positions himself between your legs.

One of them is up again, wrapped around his waist and he holds it almost the same as before. As he draws closer, you feel his tip brushing over the damp skin on the inside of your thighs. Reaching for the base of his cock, you let your fingers glide over the curls surrounding it. They’re thick, yet at the same time so soft. Holding onto his shaft, you guide him to your core that is beginning to ache with need again.

Javier slides in with ease, stretching your walls more than you could have ever expected. More than you could have ever hoped for. A shaky breath pushes out of him and he draws his brows together. Focus is edged into his features as if he’s fighting the urge to cum right then and there. Snaking both arms around his neck, you plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth before sinking your teeth into his lower lips once more.

“I need you.”, you whisper into his ear with a sultry voice. If he does finish before starting, you’re not going to be upset. On the contrary, it would be a compliment. “I need you so much.”

He whines in response and buries his face into the crook of your neck. Sweat coats his forehead, smearing it over your shoulder, but you don’t mind. You’re quite sweaty yourself.

“Thank you.”, he stutters breathlessly.

Before you can even think about asking what exactly he’s thanking you for, he pulls out only to push himself back in. Veins drag along your walls. You feel each and everyone of them. The pace is agonizingly slow, but deep enough that you keep any pleas to speed things up to yourself. Having never caught a glimpse of the length between his legs, you always guessed him to be average at most.

How wrong you had been. It feels like he’s splitting you in half. With each thrust, his tip kisses your cervix, though it feels more like he’s reaching all the way up to your throat. You feel the stretch deep within you, feel how his length caresses your g-spot amongst many other sensitive spots that you had no idea even existed.

Every now and then he stops in the middle of it, trembling and panting. The attempts at composure last longer each time. The first few only took a couple of seconds, but now you get the sense that whole minutes are passing. Your hands drag over his shoulders and slip around his waist to his back. Burying your fingers into the vest, you yank him closer into your body. Breasts pressed against his chest, you’re certain that he can feel your nipples through his clothes.

The action has driven his cock deeper into you. The smack of wet skin on wet skin must have been heard throughout the entire camp. Luckily everyone is asleep.

“You feel so good.”, you coo into his ear and a quiver runs through his muscles. You had no idea that he’d be so responsive to praise.

“Thank you.”, he mumbles into your neck. His voice cracks at the end.

“Yes, that’s it. Right there. Oh, Javier, you’re so good.”

Each compliment dropping from your lips has him speed up. By the tenth or so, he’s fucking you in earnest. His hips snap forward like an animal heat, driving his cock into you relentlessly. The pleasure has you both tense and loose. With your back arched and head tipped backwards, Javier seizes the access. His mouth is over your throat, sucking, licking and biting. It’ll definitely leave marks for everyone to see the next day.

The grip he has on your thigh is bruising, but you barely even notice. You’re too focused chasing your orgasm as his thrusts shake your body like an earthquake. The pace is set is rough and punishing, abusing your throbbing cunt over and over. It’s the best you’ve ever felt.

“Keep going just like this.”, you moan, feeling yourself dance on the edge of a knife.

Whatever answer Javier wants to say is being muffled by your skin. His teeth bore deeper into your flesh, sending a stinging pain through your veins and that is all you need. As the spot that he’s biting burns as if someone put out a cigarette it, his tip is hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside you. The third orgasm of the night washes over you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

It’s both agony and bliss. You feel as if you’re feeling into an endless pit, but at the same time lifted high into the sky. When you clench around his cock, quivering, Javier follows you over the edge right after. Hot ropes of cum shoot into your cunt and he still rolls his hips forward as if to make sure that not a single drop goes to waste.

Some of it manages to leak out and run down both your legs like white pearls. For the longest time, the two of you remain frozen in this position and you can feel him turn soft inside you. When he finally finds the strength to pull out, you feel awfully empty. More of his semen follows, falling onto the ground with a splat.

The night lies completely silent, aside from your heavy breathing and you brush some of the hair strands out of his face that are sticking to his sweaty forehead. The scent of forbidden sex fills the air, clinging to your bodies and clothes. Javier mumbles more words of gratitude as he plants a trail of kisses over the side of your face.

“You’re so beautiful.”, he murmurs. “Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I just… I don’t want to mess this up. Being here with you, I mean. It’s— it’s nice. Really nice. And I guess I’m just afraid of saying something stupid and ruining it.”

You chuckled at the way he tumbled over his words. He must have been even more nervous than you initially thought. You didn’t want him to be. So… you decided to show him there’s no need to be nervous.

“What if I said there’s a thing we could do that you can’t ruin by saying something stupid?” You offered, watching Kieran’s face blush at the suggestion in your voice.

His eyes widened. “W-what do you mean?” He asked, sure of misunderstanding your offer. There was no way a girl like you was offering to have sex with him, his horny mind must have been playing tricks on him.

You leaned in slightly. “I could show you. If you trust me.”

How could anyone decline such an offer from you? The whisper came so inviting yet seductive, and the look you gave him made Kieran sure of not having misunderstood your intention.

Kieran blinked, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “S-show me what?”

“Do you trust me, Kieran?”

He nodded, not having to even think about that. A part of him didn’t want to believe what was about to happen. But another part of him couldn’t wait, and that certain part of him was very excited. He shifted slightly in spot, his body betraying the very physical reaction neither of you could ignore.

You couldn’t help it when your eyes momentarily glanced at that tent forming in his pants. Looking back up at him, you smirked again. “Well, now we’ve got some real confirmation.” You joked, aiming to diffuse any nervousness Kieran could be feeling.

Kieran’s face turned an impossible shade of red, and he stammered. “I— uh, I didn’t—”

“Relax,” you interrupted softly, leaning in closer, “means I’m doing something right, doesn’t it?”

You knew you can’t rush it, so firstly you focused on something simple, which was kissing him. Sitting on the grass beside him wasn’t quite close enough, so you shifted into his lap, straddling his thighs as your lips met his. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so they remained somewhere on the ground. His fingers nervously picked the grass blades.

Without breaking the kiss, you guided Kieran to lie down. The way you subtly swayed your hips, making your crotch rub against his, made him think he was gonna cum right then, even if there still were clothes separating you.

“Whoa, whoa,” he managed to stop you, “I need you to know I-I haven’t been with a w-woman like this before.”

Your lips curled into a playful grin, and you couldn’t resist a quip. “What about a man?”

Kieran let out a nervous laughter. “W-what? No! I—uh—no!”

“Relax, I’m kidding,” you rolled your eyes playfully, “okay, let me warm you up to the idea of a woman wanting to fuck you, alright?”

“O-okay.” He nodded.

Kieran’s eyes widened when he saw your hands travel to the buttons of your shirt. One by one, you unfastened the buttons, your gaze fixed on him. But Kieran wasn’t looking at you, not directly. He was entirely focused on your hands, the way your fingers moved so confidently, teasing him with the promise of what was about to come.

When you were done with all the buttons, you let the shirt slide off your shoulders, and you tossed it aside. That was all you were wearing on top, nothing underneath. Your bare chest was inches away from Kieran’s face. He truly couldn’t help but admire the way your nipples hardened at the slight change of temperature.

He let out a curse under his breath. “Fuck…”

Giggling at the awe in his reaction, you grabbed his hands from where they were resting and guided them to your breasts. His hands touched you hesitantly, as if he was afraid of doing a wrong move. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, and it felt so good you couldn’t stop a soft gasp from escaping your mouth.

“Am I doing it right?” The man wanted to make sure this was okay.

“Yeah,” you assured him softly, “perfect.”

As you continued to make out, this time with his hands caressing the soft skin of your breasts, you felt the arousal grow even more undeniable in your lower stomach. The more confident Kieran seemed to get, the more you knew you could lead him further. You didn’t wanna make him wait too long for the thing he must have been desiring the most.

You broke the kiss, asking, “You ready to take this further?”

“Yes. I—I am.” He stated, his confidence once again shadowed by his nerves.

“Let me take care of you.”

With that, you shifted so that you could undo Kieran’s pants. His breath became shallow, as if he had just realized how lucky he was. As you helped him out of his pants, his arousal became undeniable. His hard cock was leaking precum, and you wondered if he’s going to cum the moment you touch it.

You decided to take the risk and stroked him a few times, your thumb spreading the precum along his length. Kieran closed his eyes, gasping as you touched him. How could you just proceed without ever tasting him? It clearly surprised him when he felt you taking his dick into your mouth, but you just had to do it. It was just too tempting, and the salty taste of his precum turned you on more than you already were.

You let go of his dick, it making a pop sound as it left your mouth. “Alright, let’s teach you how to fuck a woman before you bust in my mouth.” You joked.

He opened his mouth to respond, but the words died in his throat when you pulled your skirt off. When he realized you weren’t wearing anything else underneath − no bloomers, no nothing − his cock visibly twitched.

When you were once again in the man’s lap, you smiled at him. His eyes expressed his desire for you, so you didn’t waste any time. You wanted it just as much, so you grabbed his hard cock, aligning it with your dripping core. Normally, you would have teased him, sliding the head of his dick along your folds, but maybe next time.

You didn’t want to torture him like that now. Without keeping him waiting, you sank down on his cock, letting out a moan that must have been the most beautiful sound Kieran had ever heard.

“Goddamn it.” Kieran cursed when you started moving your hips slightly up and forward, then drawing them down and back.

You leaned down, your lips near the man’s ear. “Feeling good, hm?”

All he could do was moan in response. It felt good, so damn good his mind couldn’t conjure any words. His head was completely empty, his full focus on you. When you added another sensation − your lips meeting his in a heated kiss − he felt ready to fill you up at that moment.

But he didn’t want this heavenly moment to last so short. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying to think about anything but the way your warm, tight cunt gripped him. Guns, saddles, chores, Grimshaw − God, anything − but with your every move, his mind snapped back to you.

Subconsciously, his hands eventually traveled to rest on your hips. Not like he was going to guide your movements, but now instead of picking out grass blades, he was kneading your flesh in his hands. When his hips bucked involuntarily to meet yours, a gasp escaped him, and his nails dug into your skin, leaving faint crescents.

When you broke the make out session to allow Kieran and yourself to take a breath, he took the chance to apologize. “I— I’m sorry.”

You let out something that resembled both a chuckle and a moan as your hips never stopped working their magic. “Don’t be,” you murmured, “that’s exactly what I want you to do.”

Kieran’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers pressing into your flesh as though grounding himself. His hips bucked again, this time with more force. “I—It’s just… you feel so good.”

As the pace picked up, both your bodies working in sync, your breath got equally shallow as Kieran’s. You felt yourself reaching your high, and you knew Kieran was also so close to his. Damn it, he was trying to control himself to not disappoint you. He was silently pleading for the moment he can finally let go.

“Fuck, I— I don’t think I can—” His voice cracked as he stumbled over his words, his body starting to tremble beneath yours.

“Shh,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss him, your lips brushing over his jaw, his neck, anywhere you could reach, “it’s okay. Let go, I want you to.”

“But I—”

You interrupted him. “I know how badly you want it. Just do it. For me.”

Your words were all he needed. Having the approval from you, his moves became erratic as his breaths turned into desperate, broken moans. His head tipped back, his entire body tensing beneath you as he finally let himself succumb to the overwhelming sensation.

The feeling of his cum being released into your core sent you over the edge, and your cunt fluttered around Kieran’s cock as you reached your orgasm right after him. When Kieran finally looked at you again, his eyes flickered to where your bodies were still joined. His white release mixed with your clear, sticky juices was dripping down his dick, creating a small circle at the base of his shaft.

Afterwards, and after cleaning yourselves up in the lake, you lay next to each other. The sound of Kieran’s breathing was steady now. You rolled onto your side, gazing at him. His eyes were closed, a small smile present on his lips. He looked relaxed, more at ease than you had ever seen him before.

As if he sensed you were looking at him, his eyes opened and he met your gaze. “Was… was that okay?” He asked.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “More than okay.”

“I don’t want this to end.”