Sexy snippet from chapter 38 of Blood and Steel: The council
(Everybody loves risky smut). 😛🤘🏻
I move through the medbay, repetition passing the time. Despite my assurance Cade tells me to take it easy.
"Don't push it." "No patients yet, just get your hands moving." "Organize, sanitize."
I pass the counters I've scrubbed a dozen times already, trays arranged in perfect lines, sterile packs stacked neatly. I reach for a stack of gauze pads and sterilization wraps, aligning them on a shelf. The smell of alcohol and iodine lingers on my hands.
"Medic Harrow."
Cades voice comes from the door way, he stands there with a box in his hands.
"I need you to take this to storage. Excess gauze, marked for the rear cupboard up the stairs, past the war room and engineering offices."
I take the box from him, staggering briefly from its weight. Its cardboard is trickled with blood, this is excess left over from the blast.
"Easy, finish up and get to lunch early. I know you hate the crowds."
"Yes sir, thankyou."
Im almost disappointed with the early finish, but maybe I could take lunch with Clara, if she's up for it.
The corridor before the stairs stretches infront of me. Past the war room, up the stairs.
Easy.
Until I spot Arthur at the far end, waiting for the council I'm guessing, standing tall, broad, and annoyingly in the way. He doesn't move towards me immediately, but our eyes lock.
I roll my eyes as his own becomes predatory, trying to force the blushing smile away. He gives me a subtle nod towards the large room, his eyebrows raising suggestively.
I try to keep walking but he closes the distance before I can pass him.
"Camille.."
He murmurs, his tone a teasing one.
I shoot him a mock stern look, heart ticking faster than I'd like. Concentrate!
"Maxson.."
In a blink he checks our surroundings, his hands on my waists as he walks me into the room. He shuts the door quickly, and with a soft click it's locked.
My eyes flick to the blacked out windows, looking for a flaw in the glass, a gap that would lead to our ruin.
He takes the box from my hands, letting it drop to the floor dramatically, pushing it away with his foot. He guides me softly towards the table, the edge pressed just below my rear.
"You've got things to do.."
I whisper, trying, not very hard, to still his hands from wandering.
"I've always wanted to have you on this table.."
I dodge his lips, drawing a soft laugh from him.
"I know the council meets in the early afternoons on Wednesdays, we can't!"
He licks a stripe up my neck, brushing my concerns off. I can feel him smirk against my skin.
"I'll make short work of you then girl."
"You-"
My words die as he brushes my hair back, proceeding to kiss me. He finds no arguments there.
"I've wanted you all morning, I woke up with my hand wrapped around myself."
He groans into my mouth, hands trailing up under my uniform to caress the softness there.
"And did you spill?"
I whisper, my own hands now clawing and pulling at anything they can grasp.
"I saved it for you."
My hand trails down, cupping his blood swollen cock through the fabric. An almost smug smile appears on my lips as he struggles.
"Gods you're hard."
"I've got so much for you-"
My pulse rockets, the lust and the fear of getting caught melting together, into a concoction that makes my cunt clench.
"You'll have to wait until later.."
I think he's about to pull away to cool himself, before a hand trails up into my hair.
In the next moment my cheek is pressed flat against the table, his hips already rutting into me from behind.
"I'm going to ruin you on this table."
His words pause as he reaches under me, fumbling with my buttons until my trousers loosen, giving way as he pulls them down roughly.
"I'm going to make you scream."
He kneed's the soft flesh of my ass like dough, only pausing to aggressively fumble with his belt, freeing himself.
The heat, the fear and even the sound of his desperation makes me flutter.
"We can't.."
Im muted as he leans over me to bring his lips, teeth and tongue to the back of my neck, and then my ear. His rapid panting mimics my own as his now free cock presses blindly.
He retracts, and I immediately miss the weight of him. His fingers rub over my clothed cunt, pressing into the spreading dampness.
He peels the fabric to the side, and drags his two fingers through the stickiness there, but doesn't press in.
"You going to be good for me?"
My hip bones dig into the hard wood below as I squirm. He pulls my underwear fully to the side, the fabric making a slight ripping sound as it protests.
"Yes.."
With one arm he retrains one of my own, my forearm held tightly across my middle back. It's almost painful, in a delicious way.
And with his other hand, he levels his tip, teasing my aching core.
"Fuck, I can feel you trying to suck me in."
I almost get what I so desperately want when I nudge myself back against him. Instead he tightens his grip on my arm, making me hiss out.
"I thought I told you to be good?"
I groan out against the wood, my breasts squished under my weight.
"Greedy girl."
Finally, my heat begins to swallow him, inch by inch, until he fully bottoms out. The feeling of him finally filling my walls coaxes water from my eyes, and a ragged sob from my lips. Drool pools on the table where my face rests.
His hand moves to tangle within my hair again, tilting my head back so my voice is no longer muffled against wood.
"Let me hear those pretty moans."
He gets what he requested as he starts to bull into me, his hips snapping against my rear, making a lewd slapping sound that almost rivals the sounds he now pulls from me.
The angle that he tilts my head restricts my larynx, making my voice strained and pinched. A small mercy while his hips plough into my walls like a brahmin to the fields.
"You're going to make a mess for my councilors girl-"
His words are grit out, breathy from the exertion, his brutal pace that overwhelms us both.
My head almost slams against the table as he releases me suddenly, instead wrapping his arm around my neck to hoist my upper half off the table. My body arches away from him, but he keeps his grip as he fucks me standing.
"You like that?"
I whine out in reply, dazed and dizzy.
"Did I fuck you dumb girl?"
He continues to piston into me, his hips kissing my skin with bruises no doubt. His arm around my neck squeezes gently, while the other trails down over my stomach, finding his target as he begins to play with my pearl.
"Cum for me, before those crones descend to spoil our sin."
My knees almost buckle as he forces me closer to my peak, refusing to slow even as I beg and tremble.
"S'too much! Wait-"
A moan only half escapes, his hand cupping over my mouth, my now unrestricted airway gasping for oxygen as it gasps out in orgasm.
Tears flow freely as I spasm around him, and he's not too far behind, his hips pounding into me mercilessly.
"Keep clenching around me like that and I'll breed you."
He smothers his groans in my hair as he reaches his pleasure, his hips slowing into a slow, uneven thrust as he twitches. Giving me every last drop before he gently pulls out.
I catch myself with my arms against the table. He kisses my shoulder as he readjusts my underclothes, keeping his seed trapped there.
"There, you can keep it now, sweet girl."
My brain is reduced to a bowl of milky oats as I recover, clumsily redressing as he does the same.
Im still catching my breath a few minutes later, his hair is mussed, almost sweetly so, before his hands reach up to right it.
After he's done, he comes over to do the same to mine. It sticks to the sheen of sweat on my forehead, and his tender, gentle hands brush through to untangle it. His thumb lingers on my temple, a brief pause, like he's pocketing the sight of me to keep for later.
He meets my lips with his, smiling into it, a breathy laugh escaping us both.
"Your cheeks are rosy.."
He smiles, and I tut his hand away, laughing.
"I should go.."
I begin, already turning to reach for the abandoned box on the floor against the wall.
And then the door handle rattles, my stomach drops so hard I think I may vomit, or asphyxiate.
Another rattle follows, more impatient this time, the handle tested again. For a beat I can't move, I can't breathe, fear drains all rosiness as my mouth floods with that awful, coppery taste of panic.
The corridor beyond tunes in all at once, voices, footsteps just arriving, people expecting entry.
The council.
Arthur clicks his fingers, drawing me from the trance like state, a radstag in floodlights, and lifts a finger to his lips. A small gesture, a command.
Be silent.
I nod, barely.
From the other side of the door, Captain Kells' voice cuts through, gruff and mildly irritated.
"Is this door jammed again?"
Maxson moves, all warmth now gone, replaced by composure. He crosses over to the door in unhurried strides, faintly amused,
"I've got it from this side, captain."
Theres a pause, before Kells murmurs something on the other side, complaining about maintenance.
Maxson turns back to me, and without a word takes me by the hand. He takes me to the other side of the large room, toward a narrow set of doors I hadn't noticed before.
A filing cupboard, half hidden behind a rolling map. He opens it wide enough for me to slip inside.
"Breathe.."
He murmurs, low and steady. I must look as terrified as I feel, because he pauses for a second, and his mouth tilts into a roguish smile. He lifts his brows, giving me the barest wink.
"Trust me."
