Can you believe it's been five months since I last updated? WOW. Guess I'm gonna need to keep writing to make up for that. However, there are only 2 more chapters left after this! So, there's that.
Also, guys, August 6th marks the first year of the story. I wanna do something for all of you, because I love you and I love that you guts stuck it out with this little story. I really can't believe still how you guys even like this story, but I am SO glad you do. Thank you!
Ubeta-ed. I've been writing this chapter for 3 days now and I'm SO sick of it, so I can't read it once again just to check for more mistakes. I did check it, so if you find any more mistakes, you'll just have to forgive me. Also, this is just pure smut, so you know...
Enjoy dirty ones!
Chapter Thirteen
"You're tensed," he comments as he stands behind her, his hands going to her shoulders and kneading her tensed muscles. He hears her groan and feels her slump against him. He knows that she's been having a rough time right now, what with the only blood related person in this realm and any other wanting nothing but to kill her and destroy her. He knows it can quite get overwhelming for her, despite the hard, cold mask she wears, despite the facade—he knows that deep inside she's hurt too.
It never seems like she can quite catch a break.
"I can't help it," she murmurs, turning around in his arms and wrapping her own around his waist. He likes this, likes when she lets her walls down, lets him comfort her, lets him be there for her even if he knows that she doesn't necessarily need him, but she lets him stay. "I can accept wanting to kill me, I get that, a lot of people want to do that. But why is she ruining everyone else in the process? Not that I could judge, I'd been exactly the same."
There is regret that tinges her voice, though he knows that there isn't much that Regina regrets about her action because it's brought her son to her. But still, she's right, there is no point to that much destruction in pursuit of one person, and even more than that there is no need for that senseless pursuit of Regina because Regina's done nothing to that witch. If there is anyone that that witch should go after, it's definitely their mother. Sadly, she's dead now. Still, that isn't any reason for that green bitch to go after Regina.
"Regina," he begins, holding her closer to him and wishing he could embrace away the pain, kiss her tears from her face and wash away the regrets in her mind and heart. "You've made mistakes, you're making up for them now. Once upon a time you might have made everyone, even yourself believe that you're the evil queen, and maybe you're right and she will always be a part of you, but right now, right this moment you are not her. You're Regina Mills, just Regina Mills—a strong, beautiful woman with the biggest heart I'd ever seen."
It is the truth, and she should know that, even if she doesn't quite believe it.
"You're stunning, in every way," he tells her, looking at her with all the sincerity he had.
She scoffs and loosens her hold on him completely before making her way in front of her vanity. She flicks her wrist and suddenly a cloud of purple smoke surrounds her. When it clears away, she's no longer in her evil queen garb, but she's in her night gown—a black lace that lets him see through everything—her uncovered breasts and her bare, well, nether parts.
He's known his queen to be temperamental, mercurial even, but it still surprises him sometimes how fast and how quick her mind changes.
"I'm so exhausted of thinking about my stupid sister trying to kill me," she says, her voice dripping with annoyance, as she rolls her eyes. Then she turns to him and walks over (her hips are swaying and swaying and it's an enticing thing to watch—makes his cock hard in an instant), until she's standing right under his nose (it seems she's forgone her heels, too), and pokes his chest with her index finger. With lowered lashes, she looks up at him. "I want to play a game."
…
She's done thinking about death, about what her sister could do to her if only she's given a chance (decimate and destroy her comes to Regina's mind rather quickly), and just wants to feel, wants to let go of the tension, and just fuck the thief that she loves. That can't be too hard, now, can it?
She sways her hips more than usual, and gives him a salacious look, smirking when she finds his eyes a darker shade of blue after she utters the words, I want to play a game. And she does, she does want to play a game, to divert her mind from all the bullshit of the day. Their encounter at the forest had been promising, before they'd come back and found that her stupid sister had been terrorizing the people in the castle. Now all she wants is to feel Robin all over her, his lips and teeth and tongue, his fingers and all of him all over her. She needs him.
"Regina…" he trails, looking unsure. Of course he'd want to make sure that she's okay with this, that she's not too upset, otherwise he'd feel as though he's taking advantage of her. He always wants to put her first, and she loves him even more for it, but at this point she just wants to feel him. But right now this is what she wants, this will be what makes her feel better.
"I want to play a game, Robin," she reassures him, her voice dropping sultrily, and her eyes looking up at his with the heat that she feels deep inside. She steps back a little and waves her hand, making a box appear on the bed. She smirks as Robin looks at her curiously. "Let's play the teasing game." Robin's brows furrows further at that and she smiles, leading him to the bed and making him seat as she takes the seat beside him. "We'll play Never Have I Ever."
He nods slowly, as if in trepidation. Then he looks up at her. "Is that it?" he asks.
He probably thinks it will be easy. But no it's not. Of course it's not.
"Basically yes, but we won't be drinking." She lifts the box and opens it to reveal folded pieces of paper inside. "Each paper has a body part written inside. And we'll play the basic never have I ever, but as I said there will be no drinking involved, instead the loser takes a paper, and whichever body part is indicated, we have to suck or lick for ninety seconds. This timer will help us with that part. You are not allowed penetration, not even fingers, and I'm not allowed to give you a hand job, or anything of the sort, and neither is allowed to come. First one to forfeit will have to suck the other to completion. Is it clear?"
His eyes darken as they widen and he nods, slowly at first, then vigorously, smirking at her. Of course he'd like that.
"Let's toss coin on who goes first," she tells him, conjuring a coin for them to use, before handing it to him and letting him flip it. She calls heads, when he tosses, and he slaps the coin to his arm, taking his hand away to reveal a tail. She rolls her eyes. "You can go first." Then she looks him up and down, and no, that just would not do. She flicks her wrist to remove his clothing, making him chuckle, shaking his head. "Okay, now you can begin."
He smirks at her, that annoying smug (handsome) smirk of his, and she huffs. "Never have I ever sucked a cock," he says and god, he's so predictable.
She rolls her eyes again before reaching for the box. She shuffles it a bit before she picks one and opens the folded paper. "Neck," she reads, and she smiles, knowing where exactly the spot is that drives him wild. He visibly swallows as she crouches and crawls to him, situating herself on his lap as she rests her hands against his chest. Softly, she kisses jaw, down his neck, stopping just above the spot where his shoulder and collar bone meet. She lets her tongue peek out, licking him, moaning at the incredible taste of him, before she bites down on it. She soothes it with her tongue, and then bites down again, but this time she sucks the flesh in, as one of her hand come up to tangle her fingers with his hair. She pulls against the strands, exposing his succulent flesh even better to her, and sucks even harder. She lets his scent invade her senses as she makes quick work of his neck. He'll be sporting a hickey, but his collars would cover it, so who cares? She certainly doesn't, now when he tastes this good.
She hears him moan, feels the sound vibrate from his chest and she smirks against his skin, enjoying what she can do to him with just her mouth. His hands grasp her waist now, squeezing, and she can feel him hardening, and it makes her giddy, makes her want him even more, knowing how easy it is for her to rile him up. She lets up with the sucking and places a soft kiss at her handiwork when the timer beeps, signalling that ninety seconds is over.
She grins wickedly as she clambers off his lap and sits back down to her previous seat as though nothing happened. He glowers at her, but hasn't this been her idea, was it?
"My turn," she says with giddiness in her voice. "Hmmm, never have I ever eaten a pussy." She waggles her eyebrow at him, no doubt, right now he's imagining it. She almost laughs out loud.
He groans and reaches out for the box, with a smirk, and knowing what's coming next, she reaches for the box as well. She laughs outright when he looks up at her with surprise.
"Regina?" he asks, but his voice is strained, as though the image suddenly becomes too much.
"Robin?" she sing-songs as she reaches for the box. "Whichever I pick should work for the both of us." She watches him swallow and she mentally congratulates herself. "Pick your jaw up the floor, darling. So I experimented when I'd been the Evil Queen. I've not since I'd been in Storybrooke, and I'm not planning to again."
"It's not that," he murmurs, as though regretful of his actions, but there is a curiosity in his eyes, and she knows, always does, that he would never, could never judge her for anything, he doesn't ever want to. "I'm just…the image is just too much."
She laughs and shakes her head. Men. She picks another folded paper and reads it, "Pussy or Cock," then she laughs, makes a comment about how fitting it is, before she opens her legs to him and raises an eyebrow. So?
He growls and pulls on her open legs until she's lying on her back, spread eagle. He kisses upwards, until he reaches the hem of her nightie and rucks it up her hips, exposing herself to him. He leans in and buries his nose against her cunt, breathing in deeply, making shivers of sheer want course through her. God, she wants him. But she's not going to lose. No, she's not.
She sits up again and crouches, her ass sticking up, before pushing him down so he's the one lying down. She straddles him, and she could feel his hardness standing sliding against her. She smirks at him, before pivoting, presenting her shapely ass at him. She looks back over her shoulder with a sultry smile.
"Might as well just 69, then, don't you think?" she asks him, though it's not a question, as she reaches up for the timer and sets it, before she leans down and licks the length of his hard cock. There's a precum on the head, and she licks that too, before letting her lips encircle just the tip of him. He hears her groan with a mouthful of her pussy, before his tongue licks the length of her slit, up her clit, and sucks down on the little bundle of her nerves, making her buck her hips against his face. It makes her up the ante, the way he could just make her so wanton, so lustful, so wet (not that she's not already, she's been wet since she'd felt his arousal against her bare naked ass when she'd sucked on his neck), so she opens her mouth a little wider, sucks him in a bit harder. He's not the one to be left behind though, because he sucks on her clit harder, lets his tongue lap up so much of her hot wetness, making her moan and groan around his hardened cock in her mouth.
His hips thrust up when she sucks particularly hard, and his cock hits the back of her throat, and she grins wickedly, sucking him just a bit harder, just a bit deeper, until she's deep throating him.
"Regina," he says, pulling away from her wet cunt for a moment, as the feeling overwhelm him. She groans at him and thrusts her hips in the direction of his mouth, telling him without words what she wants him to do. Quickly he obeys, puts his mouth where she's wet and hot and throbbing for him, lets his tongue slide through the length of her slit, once, twice, another time, before he sucks on her clit.
God she's beginning to see stars.
And then the timer beeps.
And she's beginning to hate that piece of shit.
She lets up and climbs off of him, takes a few deep breaths before settling back down on her seat. She wants so much for him to fuck her now, just fuck her hard, deep, fast and rough, again and again until she begs him to stop, until she can't take anymore. But she still has a game to win.
"Next," she says, trying to compose herself long enough. She looks up at him and sees his eyes have turned darker, and his breathing is harsh as he tries to settle.
He needs to cum, too, evidently.
He growls at her. She smirks. This makes an entertaining game, certainly. Frustrating, yes, but definitely entertaining.
"Never have I ever fucked outdoors," he says.
And she rolls her eyes.
Of course.
She hands him the box with a raised eyebrow and waits for him to just take a paper from the damned box. He grins when he finally does, and reads, "Nipples," before dropping the paper back down and reaching for her.
She shakes her head at him, "Me first," she says as she settles down on his lap again, their intimates touching now, sliding, but she makes sure that he doesn't penetrate her. She runs her hands all over his chest before she leans down and captures one pink nipple in her mouth. She uses her teeth first, grinding them around his nipple, before sucking on the pink tip, making him throw his head back and moan. She knows that nipples are erogenous zones for men too, but she just hasn't realized how much. She alternates between sucking and biting, soothing it with her tongue every time until her ninety seconds was up, and then it is his turn. He moves the cups of her nightie down, until her breasts are exposed to him. She sets the timer, just as he starts peppering kisses against her chest.
He then licks one puckered nipple, flicks his tongue against it, before he closes his mouth around it and sucks, sucks hard, because he knows that is exactly how she wants it. Her fingers tangle in his hair, and she moans, sighs, groans, when he sucks hard on her nipple, moving to its twin to give it the same attention. By the time ninety seconds is over, her nipples are so hard, to the point of pain, and the only way to alleviate it is for him to just fuck her, right then and there.
"Never have I ever fucked a male thief," she says, grinning at him salaciously, because of course, it means that she's going to suck him off, whichever part of him, for another ninety seconds. And she knows he's bound to break, bound to forfeit the game, and it's just exactly what she wants.
Without a word, she reaches for the box and picks a paper, reads it aloud, "Clit or Balls," she says, snorting. Why bother with better words for it, right?
She crawls to him, and pushes at his shoulder until he's lying on his back, and then she pounces on him, without preamble or precaution—just starts sucking his balls in her mouth, alternating between left and right. She's surprised he's lasting this long, she can see it in his eyes, sees the way his eyelids flutter, his breath quicken, knows that he's close to cuming...and maybe that's it, that is why he's not stopping her. So he can come without having to terminate. It's not cheating, not technically, but it gets him off.
She huffs as she licks down one ball, before sucking it in her mouth hard and deep, knowing how much he likes that. He's moaning above her, and he's really, really close, she can tell...
And then the timer beeps, signalling that time is up.
She smirks at him.
Serves him well, to be honest.
He groans and she chuckles, looking at him with smug eyes. She watches as he struggles to sit up and sits back down on the mattress.
"I forfeit," he growls then, before he's tackling her down, lying her on her back. He gives her no time as his mouth immediately finds the pooling wetness between her thighs. He flattens his tongue and runs it through the length of her slit, up towards her aching clit and sucks down on it, hard, making her buck her hips at the unexpected jolt of pleasure that runs through her core.
Her head lolls and her eyes fall to the back of her head when he sucks at her clit again, before he uses his tongue to fuck her, thrusting inside of her, in, out, in, out, until she feels the rising of her climax within her. Her muscles tighten and she doesn't think she can last any longer, only knows that she needs him, needs this, needs to come apart. She needs more, right there, just right there, and she groans aloud when he slants his tongue and hits her g-spot. His hands cups her ass before travelling up to the back of her thighs, lifting it up so that she is more exposed to him, his tongue never once leaving her pussy.
He is a talented one, she'll give him that.
"Yeah, baby, more," she groans, fingers tugging at his hair to bring him closer to her.
She moans when his tongue leaves her and then slides up again, before he sucks on her clit once more, and then stars explode behind her eyes, and so does she. She cums, cums, and cums in his mouth, shivering violently as her orgasm takes a hold of her.
She breathes deeply, trying to regain her equilibrium, feeling him breathing against her sensitive cunt. She tugs on his hair until he looks up at her.
"Fuck me," she orders, legs spreading wider to reinforce her point.
He doesn't need to be told twice, he nods, and then rights himself, aligning their sex with each other, before he pushes in. They both groan simultaneously at the feeling of being one again, and then there's very little time in between as he starts to move inside her, slowly at first, building up his speed until his hips are thrusting faster and faster, his cock driving harder and deeper inside her. She slides her hands up and cups her own breasts, knowing he enjoys watching her touch herself, twisting her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, moaning when the pleasure of her actions combines with one particularly hard thrust of his hips.
She's close now, so fucking close, and she knows he is, too, knows it from the way he throws his head back, his hands gripping her waist tighter as he drives inside her more forcefully. He pumps his length inside of her in just the right way, hitting just the right spot, just to make her beg for more, Robin, more, please, right there baby, and then oh!
She feels her orgasm over take her whole body, coming in waves and lasting forever and ever, as he rides it out, his cock still pumping inside her. He's coming, he tells her so, and with a few more thrusts, a flick of his finger over her clit, a pinch, and then he comes, taking her along with him.
And Jesus, it feels so good. He collapses beside her, the mess of their play all but forgotten now. She runs her fingers through his sideburns, placing a kiss against his damp shoulder.
"You look less tense," he teases, grinning up at her, lazily.
She chuckles, waggling her eyebrows. "I find that our games do that to me," she retorts, making him snort, laughing.
And what a wonderful sound that is.
A/N: I came back with a bang, literally. Welcome me and this story back by letting me know if you are all still interested.
Also, sorry for ruining Never Have I Ever for all of you hahahaha #sorrynotsorry