Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 32
Welcome to the next part in my Wednesday Briefs flash fiction serial, Innocence & Carnality! Each chapter has to be between 500 and 1,000 words and this week I skipped using a prompt. No prompt this week, my head was elsewhere.
Nathan reacts to his accidental moment of voyeurism.
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Part 32
I was so humiliated, my feet refused to move. How deviant must I have been to stand watching? I wanted to knock and apologize, but the obscene noises resumed.
Leave now, before something else happens.
Stumbling backwards, I spun and found my way back to our bedroom. Leaning back against the door, I pushed it closed, making a point to turn the lock.
“Where’s your treasure?” Rother asked.
I tried in vain to swallow my embarrassment and the agitation it spawned. “Um… Harston was preoccupied.”
“How so?”
“He seems to be getting along better with Blythe than I expected.”
Rother’s brow cocked as he scrutinized me. “As in…”
“Intimately.”
“You saw Blythe undressed?” he growled as his posture stiffened. This was not the reaction I expected given Rother’s profession.
“And my valet, but not on purpose. I may be scarred for life.” My attempt at levity didn’t smooth my husband’s scowl. It was strangely endearing and somewhat offensive.
Either way, his reaction did little to dim my racing pulse. It made me pay attention to the cut of his clothes, and how well he filled them out. The growth along his jar caught my fascination, and how it burned my skin when he bit me.
The reason behind his displeasure was absurd—I would never betray him in such a manner—but the sight of Blythe and Harston’s heated rutting left Rother’s earlier suggestion of how we could spend our time far more appealing. Flashes of the sights and sounds were stoking my ardor. However, if he continued to stew in his unhappiness, this would end in an unsatisfying argument. And given my state of arousal, I needed him. The thought of tending to myself left me uneasy. Rother’s participation was also the only scenario I found myself comfortable. Propriety demanded it.
Not wanting to add to the confrontation, I attempted to defuse it. Stepping close enough to brush our chests together, I stroked his broad shoulders. We were no longer strangers to each other’s bodies, but touching Rother elated and terrified me. “There’s no competition when you compare a man to my husband.”
“Really? Tell me about him.”
I inhaled deep, squirreling away the nerves choking my part in this roleplay. “He’s daring. Handsome.” The more I spoke the braver I felt. “A devilish rogue who brings out my carnal side. Who makes me want to embrace it.”
Rising onto my toes, I feathered a soft kiss to his lips, trying to entice him. If I came off too eager Rother might resist, and I couldn’t afford that. Staring into his dark eyes, I watched them gleam with desire. With a graveled moan, he snatched a fistful of my hair and devoured my mouth. He ground against me as his tongue relieved me of any last hesitations. The swollen evidence of his interest pressed hard into my hip.
When Rother released my hair, I tore away at my restrictive clothing. His smoldering gaze watched every piece of skin I revealed with a fresh hunger until I was completely bare. Pulling me close, he resumed the kiss. He squeezed and kneaded my backside as my wandering hands dismantled his belt and trousers. Rother wasted no time kicking them away, not even breaking our connection. Unbuttoning his shirt, he moved to slide it off.
“Leave it on,” I whispered against his mouth.
Chuckling, he pulled back, licking his lips. How decadent he appeared partially dressed, and I refused to look away as I walked backwards, leading him to the bed. I climbed up onto my hands and knees, my rear right at the edge where he could reach me.
Coming up behind me, Rother pressed his sex into the valley of my ass. The silky hardness drew a shudder over me. I wanted my husband, but the idea of lovemaking fled with each second.
He bent over my back, his chest hairs tickling my skin as he breathed in my ear. “You want me to take you like this?”
“Please.” I rubbed my cheeks up and down his length in response.
Standing upright, Rother’s hands roamed my back as he made sure I knew how hard he was. He leaned over to the night stand and gathered the oil. I closed my eyes as his fingers defiled me, and I silently begged for more. His movements were rushed, the preparation hurried, and I welcomed it.
Holding my hips, Rother pushed into me. I fisted the sheet as I pushed back, determined to get deeper. Once his balls touched my own, he drew back and sank into me again.
“Harder,” I gasped.
My husband complied. He pounded into me, the slap of his skin a sharp contrast to the brush of his shirt along my thighs. Shoving back, I met each of his thrusts. The impacts jolted my backside, sending shocks through to the front, each surge rushing into my groin. I cried out in matching rhythm, marking the cadence. The charge built into a torrid fire, and it threatened to detonate. My wanton pace left me on the fringe of self-control and I willingly leapt off the precipice.
A guttural howl ripped out of me as I exploded without touching myself, spraying the bedding under me. Rother gasped, his grip tightening into my flesh. Driving shorter and deeper, he shouted a string of expletives and spilled inside me.
My body shivered, the quaking of my release continued far beyond the finish. When Rother finally slipped out of me, I fell forward, not caring about the damp covers beneath me. He climbed up behind me, leaving soft bites along my shoulder and neck as his sated gasps ghosted over my skin.
As my giddy high leveled itself, it brought a wave of guilt with it. My thoughts were elsewhere rather than on the lewd moment I just shared with my husband. I wasn’t sure how to cope with reenacting the scene I shouldn’t have been exposed to in the first place.
Check back next Wednesday for the next installation… Be sure to take a read at the other briefers free reads this week here: Wednesday Briefs
