"Did you pack a condom? Unplanned pregnancies aren't welcome in this home! And that goes for all of you," Gwaine counseled.
My father never asked if I had condoms before I left the house as a teen. He trusted my judgment to make good choices. Pseudo dad was a raving lunatic lately. What has gotten into Gwaine, love them and leave them was his forte.
"With a new tube of lube, Dad, and I packed CONDOMS for multiple naughty times," I snapped . "You aren't being reasonable."
Rolling his eyes, Gwaine waved a hand in our direction, "It's not me… you girls are insane. Sefa's dating a giant, and he doesn't have much to say."
"He's a lawyer, and rather sweet, "I argued to a mad man .
"Hush," Gwaine ordered. He pointed at Mith," You went back to your ex- from school- in some sick sense of revenge. I'm going to make him fall in love with me and dump his ass. Revenge for a building. Bad idea written all over it. Can't do revenge when you have feelings for your mark!"
"I have everything under control," Mith promised. "It's my family building!"
"The crème de crème of my drama… you with the two boyfriends."
"I don't have two boyfriends," I squealed. "I'm singling and mingling."
"With friends," Gwaine roared. "Stop rhyming!"
Sighing I grabbed my overnight bag. "I'm going to wait outside for my date like every kid with an unreasonable parent."
"Watch your ankle."
"I'll call you when we get there."
8*8
A word didn't part Arthur's lips upon his arrival at my home. I swore a smirk formed on his mouth when he caught a glance of me, playing with my phone on the front steps, waiting for his arrival. He wasn't driving… okay. Calmly he explained with sparkling eyes, his father wanted everyone to enjoy themselves without the fear of driving home under the influence. I assumed my face wore confusion because he explained his father sent a car to insure his presence at the event. Last year he went to Bora Bora with Merlin and Morgana. He was stuck like chuck and had to accept his fate.
The ride to Pendragon Manor was rather lengthy, and I fell asleep in Arthur's lap as he watched a movie on a mini screen. Ankle was still a bit achy from my tumble. Merlin was an utter gentlemen-he sent me a cookie bouquet- to cheer me up. He called daily to check to see if my ankle was tender, such a lovely man. I swore Arthur's fingers roamed along my collarbone in my sleep, his light touching calmed my nerves about meeting his parents. His fingers offered me comfort , curving into his embrace… our cocoon felt right to me. Did he feel the same
"Sit up Hon, I might loathe coming here, but the estate is beautiful. Gazing upon nature might curb your thoughts."
Brushing hair from my face, I stretched my arms and leaned into Arthur's embrace, he slipped an arm around my shoulders as his lips brushed over my ears. Can he feel my shivers when our skin makes contact? Did he just enjoy that? Like smelling fresh bread… you want to eat all of it, slowly.
The driver made a left onto a private road decorated with lush green grass, leafy trees, and woodland animals hopping on the lawn, nibbling on seedlings. Is this place real? He's in a cult and he's going to kill me here tonight.
"Stop it," Arthur ordered. "I can see the wheels turning."
"What's up with the frolicking animals?"
"They don't know any better to run and hide from this place."
Caressing his jaw, I noticed his eyes were hard and cold," Do you run and hide from here?"
"I was banished in my mother's womb from the family estate. On my forced visits, I would camp outside with Morgana. Like tonight, did I mention that were camping?"
"Camping?"
"No, you're fine. I'll handle everything."
"I bet you will."
We drove further along the road over creeks, around flower beds, besides stables, and a few homes. Arthur looked at everything with critical eyes.
"Mordred thinks I want this, and I don't. His mother's affair with Uther freed me from being shackled here, and everything else Pendragon. This belongs to him, and I don't want it, ever. Sometimes, I want to kiss my stepmother… and thank her. Then, she opens her mouth."
"What's your mom like?"
"Scones and fairy dust… angelic, gentle, and comforting."
"You love her."
"Adore her and my dad… stepfather, but she's happy with her new life. She was a teenager when she married Uther. Never thought he would kick her out with two babies, and do so many awful things to her. She met Jack, and she found her true path in life, the love of her life."
The car stopped in front of a massive home that reeked history from the shutters to a few crack bricks near the roof. Someone had the horrible job of washing too many windows and scrubbing ancient wood frames. I didn't envy living or working in this home
"It's cold in the winter?"
"Freezing."
"Nice home."
"House, this is a house, not a home. Homes are warm and inviting. This place is hotter than Hell. Come inside, and we need to pack for our night out."
8*8
Everything was a blur at Pendragon Manor, Arthur ushered me into the foyer, and introduced me to Mrs. Brown, his favorite housekeeper. Then he showed me our room, and it had one big bed. Didn't have time to protest or make comments about my honor because Arthur slipped a backpack on his shoulder as we continued our tour of the Pendragon amusement park. Everything was a whirl... wasn't able to catch my breath until Arthur climbed into a golf cart, waiting for us in the backyard more like a public park. Arthur sped away from his horror house to his secret spot deep in the woods.
I lounged on a boulder, watching Arthur organizing a camp site while I slapped mosquito and gnats. Arthur speared the ground with a spoke, muscles ripping in his back. I did enjoy the view immensely, beads of sweat dropping down his taut back. Or when he stopped his cave man act to chug down a bottle of water, my lust was treated to his lightly haired chest with a path of hair leading to his… yeah, impure thoughts.
He paused for a moment; my hands were on a slapping spree to destroy as many bugs as possible.
"I'm a bit jealous, you must be sweet. They won't leave you alone."
Carefully, Arthur sprayed my legs with insect repellant and rubbed my skin firmly, his fingers seemed to be everywhere like the man was a centipede. I sat in wet panties paired with throbbing nipples and raging hormones. It's going to be a long night.
8*8
Crossed my ankles, curls on Arthur's neck as we watched a bunch of stars, he was really into it. I could barely move because I feasted on Smores. He made actually Smores with real graham crackers, and roasted over an opened fire. Like a child, I licked my fingers as he laughed at me.
He pointed out the Big Dipper and Little Dipper, and I lay enthralled by his knowledge of stars.
"That's Andromeda; she was saved from a monster. She was a lucky girl… right guy at the right time."
"Like you , Arthur?"
"Sometimes, things align to show you a path of endless possibilities. It's not about the right guy or time. Just fate and destiny. He was the right guy because he was made for her."
"Sometimes, you have to go along with the ride."
Arthur rose to rest on an elbow, his body nestled into mine. his finger reached to touch my lips.
"You are so very special, Guinevere. Never in my life did I think that I would stumble into you."
His lips brushed across mine tenderly , asking permission to proceed. Opening my lips, his tongue sank into the hot recess of my mouth, my fingers climbed up his scraggly cheek to cup his chin. His tongue grew aggressive with deep swipes into my mouth, pressing hard. Arching into his kiss, my cami straps dropped from my shoulders; Arthur pulled his lips down my face ,dropping kisses on my chin and collar bone. Shivering when his tongue licked my pulse, his fingers slipped into the bodice of my navy cami. He laughed loudly," You little minx, you aren't wearing a bra."
"It's built into the top."
"Likely story."
I thought maybe a kitten roamed around the campsite until I realized the little mewling sounds came from me. I'm so loud but his fingers are flickering my pebble hard nipples, … his touch is hot and inviting. Staring into a starry night, balmy air touches my nipples when my top was yanked away.
"So beautiful."
"Ohh… Arthur," slipped from my lips, his mouth sucking on my nipple, teeth sinking into my lip. My legs parted in an open invitation, my hand under his wet T-shirt, touching his slick skin. The air tingled on my nipple when Arthur drew the other one in his mouth, nibbling, licking, and sucking until my eyes closed tightly as stars reformed in my mind. Oh… it felt so good. His hand rested on my stomach; my panties clung to my hot, drenching center. His hands snuck up, massaging, cupping my boobs while he sucked loudly. I watched him through half closed pleasure coated eyes, moaning and whimpering.
Arthur sat up, and tugged my shorts and panties from my body. Smiling, Arthur tore his clothes from his body, and his body was amazing in the moonlight, hard and sinewy. I ached to touch him. Arthur's body lowered to cover mine. He parted my legs, running a finger down my moist center until I squirmed and grunted; my mind consumed with pleasure and delightful sensations. Firm quick strokes were intermingled with playful touches causing me to writhe and arch into his hand. My breath caught when his head dropped between my legs, his tongue pressing on my nub as he plunged his fingers deeper into my sheath, twisting and searching until my desire coated his fingers and tongue. His actions pushed to the brink of a hot pleasure. Then, he paused kissing my thigh, he smiled up at me. I opened my legs wider as he moved into the juncture of my body. His chest hair caressed my sensitive nipples, our lips meeting in sweet kisses as he thrust deep into me.
"Ohh… my … Arthur."
"So damn tight, Guinevere."
My legs wrapped around his waist tightly, my hands roamed down his back until they reached his buttocks, urging him to thrust deep, hard, and fast.
"Fuck… good," he muttered as he pounded into my body. "Need to slow down… savor you."
"You're fine… need more."
My tongue licked his neck, tasting his musky sweat. My toes curled as my eyes closed, squeezing his back, my climax hit me hard until I was shaking, quivering, screaming with crickets and owls in the darkness. He cradled me tightly as his movements grew frantic, his breath hot in my ear. With one last slam, Arthur came deep inside of me. Arthur collapsed on me; brushing kisses on my face; my arms holding him, cool air calming our bodies.
Everything changed now.
