Page 47 of Beyond the Cottage (After the Fairytale #1)

Chapter 47

G retta tried to keep her face stern. Her little assignment was probably cruel, but after his cocky impertinence, she couldn’t resist torturing him longer.

And she didn’t actually intend to leave him unsatisfied. She’d watch him flounder around a while then let him reap the benefits of his cock sucking tutorial.

He gave the room a final glance before returning his eyes to her. Instead of bleak desperation, they held resolve. “I hope you’ll still respect me in the morning, my lady.”

He got to his knees, spreading his legs as wide as they’d go. He bent at the waist, back hunching. Holding eye-contact until the last possible second, he lowered his head.

No way.

He couldn’t .

It wasn’t physically possible.

She crawled closer to get a better look…

At his mouth. Heading for his cock.

He got within a scant inch of the head before stopping to readjust. Then he went back in. Alas, he wasn’t actually trying to suck his own dick. His mouth strained for the ribbon tail. Too far away to reach it, but close enough to make her pussy throb.

“What do you even need me for?” she breathed. “Also, done this before?”

He raised his head to glare at her. “No. But I assure you, every fifteen-year-old boy tries.” He dove in again, missing the ribbon, but if he moved to the left and opened his mouth, he’d get the head and then some.

“I won’t object if you want to gratify yourself this way,” she said.

He sat up with a growl. “This isn’t going to work.”

“Keep trying, anyway.”

“Call off this ridiculous challenge.”

“Not a chance .”

Hands still clasped, he wiped his sweaty forehead on his shoulder. “Then stop distracting me.”

Gretta fell to her haunches and shut her mouth. He analyzed the ribbon while her eyes devoured his body. How much longer could she go without touching him? She hadn’t anticipated this torture cutting both ways.

“I have one more idea,” he said.

She gave him an encouraging nod. He lay on his back beside her, knees bent, legs spread. Sighing deeply, he rocked up on his shoulders and flipped his legs back.

The tip of his cock prodded his collarbone. The ends of the ribbon brushed his nipple. Lunging, he snagged one satin strand with his teeth and unfurled the bow. He dropped his legs, chest heaving.

Gretta stared, slowly shaking her head.

“Ansel, that was…” So fucking hot. “A complete failure.”

Grinning, she nodded at the ribbon still banding his cock. The tails hung limply at his abdomen, but it remained tied.

She gave him a pitying shrug.

With a beastly roar, he tackled her. His hips landed between her legs, and one hand pinned her arms above her head.

“I said no hands,” she gasped.

“No more games! Let me fuck you .”

“I thought—” She moaned as he ground against her. “I thought you wanted your dick sucked.”

His free hand shoveled her skirt up. He notched himself at her entrance. “Tell me to fuck you. Better yet, fuck me .”

All the fight drained from Gretta. Her soaked pussy opened for him, drawing the head inside. She lifted her hips to take more.

His open mouth fell on hers. His tongue plunged inside the same time his cock did, and they both let out a harsh cry. There was no savoring or gentleness, she’d pushed him too far. His body punished her, and she knew she’d earned each brutal thrust.

His tempo grew chaotic, feral, harder than last time. He filled her completely, pushing deeper with short, tight jabs.

Gretta convulsed. Blue-flame pleasure licked up her abdomen, exploding in stupefying euphoria.

When it faded, she melted in a pliable heap.

Ansel spared her no quarter. He grabbed her ass, lifting it, and kept drilling her. She flopped her arms above her head and let him take all he needed. Though her limbs remained jelly, her pussy squeezed, clamping him in a vice-grip.

“ Fuck , Gret!” he shouted into her neck.

She did it again, and he went rigid, pouring himself into her with a deep grunt. Then he collapsed.

Their hearts slammed against each other’s chests. Gretta’s head slowly cleared, leaving her in a sleepy, satisfied daze.

“Am I crushing you?” he asked, voice muffled by her hair.

“It’s okay. I could stop breathing and probably wouldn’t notice.”

He got on his elbows and looked down at her. They exchanged slow, oddly shy smiles.

He looked so peaceful. This was a version of Ansel she didn’t recognize, how she imagined he’d been before the cottage. She wanted to see him like this again.

She brushed hair off his temple, and he nuzzled her palm.

Still friends. But now more.

The thought shocked Gretta—mostly because it didn’t shock her. In fact, she felt pretty damn relaxed herself. Like she was where she was supposed to be. Ansel felt like home.

She didn’t know specifically what that meant, but her gut told her they’d gone past friendly fucking. It could still end in disaster, and she had no idea where they were going or where they’d end up, but for the first time in Gretta’s life, she wanted to find out.

Overwhelmed, she nudged his shoulder. “Up, Anse. I have to pee.”

Grumbling, he got off her and they both sat.

“Huh,” he said. “Would you look at that.”

“What?”

He opened her legs and hooked a finger inside her. Gretta felt a slippery tug. With a triumphant grin, he dangled the wet ribbon.

“That’s disgusting,” she said.

He tossed it in the wastebasket and kissed her. “Looks like I won, after all.”

“You cheated.”

“How so? You never said I couldn’t fuck the ribbon off.”

“Well…technically, you used your hands. It’s a wash at best.”

“You always were a poor sport,” he laughed.

She shambled to the bathroom on weakened legs. After peeing, she undressed and returned to the bedroom with her clothes bundled.

Reclining with one knee bent and his back against the side of the bed, he stared at her naked ass as she hung her clothing. When she finished, she folded his pants and shirt then placed them on a chair.

“I never knew you were such a little neat freak,” he said lightly.

“Of course you’d call taking care of one’s garments freakish, considering you’re an abject slob.” She crawled in his lap sideways, curling into his arms. His cock swelled against her hip as he held her.

She closed her eyes with a yawn. “I might need a minute before round two. Or is it round three?”

“Who’s counting? By the way, where will I be sleeping?”

“In bed with me.” The answer came easily, even though she was as inexperienced with sharing a bed as she was with mouth play. She’d missed snuggling him so much.

She yawned again, and he nudged her cheek off his chest. He carried her to bed and tucked her under the covers before turning off the lamp. He settled in behind her, curling his body around hers.