5A little smut.
Chapter Eleven: Interlude
I hope you're well, Bull.
Sadly, I am not. I'm three cheap drinks away from slamming my fist into Ideras' face. He's lucky I haven't figured out a way to get to him. Yet.
In the meantime, I've been making friends. Well, 'friends' is a strong word, but Naltuka doesn't hate me anymore. And Amia…well, who can tell with that one. Speaking of her, guess who the new assistant to the court alchemist is? Gods, I'd give a few toes to know how she got that position.
How's the coast? I don't think I spent a day on the coast that wasn't dark and damp. Not much different than here, actually. I heard a few days ago one of the nobles took a dive off the east tower, straight into the sea. The guards are pretty sure he did it to himself, but there's an investigation anyway, which makes my life difficult whenever I'm out after dark.
Don't ask why I'm out after dark. I have perfectly good reasons. Usually.
Gods, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
Love, your weed
P.S. There's a P.P.S. on the next page. Don't read it until you're sure you're alone. Trust me. Oh, and once you've had your fun? Do me a favor and burn it.
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Io's sharp eyes saw the flush on Solus' cheek, the quickness with which he tucked Olaia's letter in his kaftan.
"Saving it for later?"
Solus rose from the table, his meal unfinished. "Don't follow me," he warned Io. His voice dropped as he added, "And knock before you come in."
"Ah, one of those letters." Io grinned. "Are they any good?"
"Painfully."
"Don't worry about me tonight. I'm seeing Ainu later anyway."
"Then I'll meet you down by the water at dawn."
"So early?"
"That's when Atrea says she saw the crab."
"Right. The crab as big as a dog. You sure she's not making a fool of you?"
"If Atrea said she saw it, she saw it. Will you be there or not?"
"All right, I'll be there. Now leave me to eat in peace." He waited until Solus was a fair distance away before shouting, "Enjoy that spicy letter from your wife!"
His ears weren't the only things burning. Olaia's letter was practically burning a hole in his pocket.
Alone. The room was dark and quiet, though Solus could faintly hear the din from the dining room as he bolted the door. He started a fire and undressed, folding his clothes neatly before he lay down, propped up on his stump as he began to read the rest of the letter.
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P.P.S.
Don't forget to burn this. I mean it. We're going to talk a lot about nipples. You'll like it. You won't like it if anyone else gets their hands on this.
You ready? Lie back. Let me sit on you. Not on your cock. Not yet, anyway. I just want to touch you like I'm really there. Your grim but kissable face, the shoulders that earned you the name Bull. Your tits are better than mine, and I'm not even sad about it.
You feel me on top of you yet? My hands on your skin? My fingers lightly trace your collarbone, that scar from the Pit, and the scar down your sternum you still haven't told me about. My fingertips graze their way down your ribs, across your belly, teasing your ticklish navel. Gods, the way you squirm between my thighs, do you know what that does to me? It wakes that ache in me, the one that needs you not to be soft.
You're protesting right now, aren't you? You want to be soft, gentle, slow. But I'm the one in charge right now. My fingers climb your ribs, my palms narrowly miss your nipples. You want me to touch them, but I won't. Not yet. I'll touch you everywhere else first. Godsdamnit, Solus, I love your body. I can't resist a kiss; why don't I bend down and steal one? Your reward? Maybe you feel my nipples brush yours while I take my kiss. Who knows, maybe I feel your stiff cock behind me.
I trace circles over your chest, careful not to touch your nipples, no matter how hard you struggle. Maybe a kiss. I close my lips around your nipple, my tongue soft, slippery, warm. You moan. I suck and you shiver. My palm slides over your other nipple, heavy and slow. Don't worry, I'll get to it in a minute, once you're hard and swollen and straining for the ceiling.
I scrape your nipple with my teeth, bite gently, bite again, a little less gently.
Do you still want soft?
I'm not very gentle with your other nipple either. But if I recall correctly, it excited you last time.
I don't think you do want soft anymore, but you won't admit it. It's all right. I have all the time in the world. Open your legs, let me climb between them. That's it. I touch your hips, your thighs, everywhere but that fat cock that's throbbing to be touched. Sometimes I get close, and you moan.
Gods, I always forget how you could crush me between those thighs. I don't think you will, though. Not when I kiss your cock. I'm not going to touch you with my fingers yet, but I've always had an irreverent tongue. You have incredible self-control, you know that? A lesser man would've given up and taken me.
Hard.
And fast.
Do you want it yet? How much more attention can you take?
I know that place you like, just under the head. I press my tongue flat against and feel your heartbeat on it. Why don't I rub you a little? Bounce you on my tongue. Close my lips around you and put a little pressure on you? What if I suck?
Pull out if you need to. Don't finish yet. We'll do that together.
Remember how deep I took you last time? A girl could choke on you. I didn't, if you'll recall.
Hm, you're probably trembling right now. I hope you've touched yourself by now. If not, you should. I—
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A break in the writing startled Solus into reality for a moment. Had Olaia been similarly interrupted? A little embarrassed and self-conscious?
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Sorry, I was interrupted. No more; I've bolted the door. Is your door bolted? Do you have a door? Well, you take whatever risks you want. In a few minutes, I'm going to climb into bed and touch myself, wishing my fingertips were your lips, your tongue. First, I'd better take care of you, my big bull.
All right. You can be on top this time, but my bottom had better be bruised, or you're demoted.
I love the way you look at me as you climb between my legs, like you're hungry. Touch me. I need you too. You're going to give me what I want, but you're going to be vengeful about it, aren't you? You'll tease me with your fingers first. Touch my piercing and make me jump.
You didn't forget the piercing already, did you?
Keep your fingers light, like a breath of air, and tease me. Growl in my ear, suck on my throat, leave a mark there if you want. I don't care. Take your revenge on my tits. That's fine, but you'd better do it with your cock rammed deep inside me, because I'm about to explode.
There you go, big boy. Mm, you feel so godsdamned good. Hard, Solus. Fast. Harder. I need you now, my love. We can be gentle later. Take me there, Bull. Yes! There's my champion.
You know why I like it rough? Because for those few minutes, I'm entirely at your mercy, and you're fighting so hard for control, on the edge of losing it, and it might sound foolish to you, but I've never felt safer.
Whew, I nearly did myself in. I don't know about you, but I'm ready to burst. Finish with me, will you? Finish inside me while I shout your name; I don't care who's around to hear. You make me feel incredible, my love.
Right now, it's just us, you and me, and I'm squeezing you so hard, because you're here, and you're mine.
I've heard it's called afterglow, but I think in this case, it's more like aftermath, and that's exactly how I like it. You hold me gently, like you're sorry for giving me exactly what I wanted. How is it possible to be both irritating and attractive? Haha, I know: pot, kettle, black.
How do you feel now? Satisfied? Sore? I'll be both in a minute.
All right, you know what to do. Burn this letter. Then close your eyes and imagine my arms around you, my kisses on your shoulder, my heartbeat and yours.
Sleep well, my love.
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Solus did not sleep. For once, that was fine.