Um I just sat down a moment ago and realized how much I've already written for this fic and I got chills. I'm not going to say it aloud.. partially because I am still in shock that it could become a reality, and partially because I don't really know if I want another full fic to become a possibility for me as I have 2 others that need finishing (whoops, there I said it!) but looking at No Strings 1 & the feedback that you all gave me... well... i dunno. Let's just see how this goes!
Hola again , Ruffletes! Welcome to the second installment of No Strings.. Warning! This has smut & is unbeated... and my fic ratings have bumped. ... Enjoy(;
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Robin glanced at me with a smoldering look in his eye before moving down to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
"Here?" He said, nodding and the light stubble of his chin touched my skin as he took in a deep inhale through his nose.
I shivered, completely unable to respond as my body continued to tie itself up into knots as I waited anxiously in anticipation.
There was a moment when all I could feel was the stale air of the room around me before Robin's warm mouth was on my skin and I let out a slight gasp. His lips were warm and wet as they attacked my thigh, and I felt his tongue sneak out once, leaving a glistening trail as he nibble his way gently up the innermost part of my leg.
My heartbeat was beginning to sky rocket with every second and I could feel the inner muscles of my leg spasming from all the attention. Beads of sweat were beginning to roll down my body as Robin continued worshiping my sensitive skin and I had had just about enough of the build up. I didn't want anymore teasing. No more foreplay. I wanted his mouth on me, in me, making me scream. I wanted his body on top of mine, warm lips running down my neck as he thrust into me, making me cum. I wanted the release.
"Robin," I panted. Running my hands down into his long hair.
There was a muffled harumph as he continued to kiss my skin, his head bobbing up and down slightly as he sucked on a particularly tender spot.
I gasped, the sound quickly turning into a moan as he soothed the mark that he had no doubt left on the inside of my leg. He went back to kissing me and I lowered my hands, running them down the taught muscles of his back, digging the nails into his sweat slicked skin in order to stop him from distracting me again.
"Robin," I demanded again, this time more firmly.
Finally his head came up, his crystal blue eyes catching mine. They were clouded in a haze of lust and hunger as he stared at me, his desire apparent.
Suddenly my throat went dry, the words that I had been preparing to say to him dying on my tongue as my mouth dried out like it was the Sahara. There was something in the way he was looking at me that was making my body heat up like the insides of an Easy-Bake oven quicker then it had been when his mouth had been on my skin moments before. If I didn't know better I would have said there was something there, behind all the layers or lust and arousal. Something more.
But I did know better. We had only met a few weeks ago, and there was no way that this...this.. arrangement between us could have amounted to anything more then just raw desire in that amount of time. But then there was his eyes. The way their crystal blue was burning holes into my skin. His gaze did something to me and without thinking I ended up doing exactly opposite of what I had been intending to.
My hands reached down, gripping Robin by the back and pulling him up away from my aching sex, feeling the shock radiating through him just as much as it did me. His muscles slid over my sweat slick skin and I connected my lips to his when his mouth came in contact with mine.
"Let me," I whispered before I kissed him again.
It took him a minute to realize what was going on but when he did I felt his hands slide up my sides and wrap around my back, as his fingers reached for the clasp of my bra.
Realizing that he was trying to get the upper hand I shook him off, using his momentary surprise to nudge him and flip us over. Now that I was on top I let my fingers rank up his naked abdomen, my lips trailing down his neck. I could feel the vein that ran from his chest to his neck pulsing as I left hungry bites along his clavicle.
He was hot, and not just in the physical sense, but literally. Every part of his body was on fire, burning me with every touch, but it was worth it. My lips trailed down his chest and across his torso and finally made it to the band of his jeans which is where I stopped when I heard his sharp intake of breath.
I looked up, finding his eyes to be screwed shut, vein pulsing in his neck. This was the first time I had ever seen him like this, his hands gripping the sheets of the bed, his body completely at my mercy. It was exhilarating.
I realized a breath, hearing him hiss as I did so against his bare skin so close to his straining member.
Slowly I dragged my hands up, reaching for the thick fabric, popping open the button that kept the jeans in place. Robins hands gripped tighter on the bed sheets, twisting them slightly when I finally got the jeans unbuttoned and started on his zipper.
I could see the tension in his body from a mile a way and it did nothing but spur me on.
Slowly I dragged the jeans down his sides, unveiling his boxer-briefs and, with an extra push, I freed him of his denim confines.
He took in a gasping breath. Apparently the build up was just as much torture to him as it was to me.
Choosing to let the torture endure just a bit more, I let my nails trail up his legs, leaving little white lines on his toned thighs. My hands lightly ghosted over his undergarments, feeling the heat of his hard erection through the thin material and as they did so and I heard a slightly disgruntled 'Regina' come from his lips.
"Yes?" I asked innocently, hearing him grunt again.
"We don't have long so stop being a tease," he responded plainly, turning his head to face me as he opened his eyes, "If you're going do it, do it. If not, then stop keeping me waiting."
If I had been the me of three weeks ago, I would have stopped right there, stood up, grabbed my coat and left. But I wasn't that same girl anymore.
No, now I was bolder, more adventurous, more frisky, and dare I say, naughty? And as for the time constraint, he was completely to blame!
I stared at him for a minute, waiting for Robin to turn his head towards me again. When he did I gave him a predatory look followed by the raise of my eyebrow before lowering my head.
I could see his mouth beginning to open again, but I stopped him from speaking, running my hands quickly up his sides and grabbing them hem of his boxers. With a tug I was able to pull them down and relinquish him of his last remaining article of clothing.
I realized in that moment that this was the first time in all of ours times together that he was completely undressed before I was. I would have laughed at the irony of the situation however, at that moment, I had more pressing things laying right before me. Or should I say standing before me?
Robin began to release a quite moan the second the boxers were off and his erection was released but that stopped, turning into a full blown gut wrenching groan as my hands wrapped around him and pumped him hard, once.
His head, which had been propped up on his shoulder as he looked down at me dropped back, hitting the pillows behind him hard and bouncing once as my hands stay wrapped around him.
"Regina," he said again, this time a bit more unintelligibly.
"Mmm?" I hummed.
He grunted.
I pumped him again, enjoying the effect I was having on him. Running my hands up from the base of his shaft and up to the crown, just missing the tip of him on purpose. I dropped my hands back down and started all over again from the beginning.
I repeated the action one time, two times, three times, before I paused again, releasing my hold on him.
"What was it that you were going to say?" I asked in the most domineering tone that I could muster.
The man below me almost groaned again, but this time it was out of need instead than want.
"Please," he whispered, breathily.
"What was that?"
"Dammit, Regina! Please! I need you."
A wry smile cracked on my face at the sound of Robin being reduced to begging and I returned my hands to him.
"Well," I said, pumping him once again, "because you asked so nicely."
Robin's eyes snapped open and watched me wide eyed as I leaned down. His gaze only lasted for a second however, because the moment my warm breath hit his member his eyes began to roll backwards into his head and I let my tongue flick over him teasingly. He clenched the bed sheets in his hands and I licked my lips, taking a moment before going back and taking him fully into my mouth.
Robin bucked.
xxx
It was somewhere around 6 am on Thursday morning, the birds were twittering, the world was waking and I could smell the scent of freshly cooking bacon wafting up from downstairs.
Wait. Bacon?
That definitely was not normal Thursday morning procedure in the Mills house!
I shot up in bed, nearly hitting my head on the large overhanging head board behind me. Tossing the extremely thin covers off of me, I shivered as the cold air hit my skin and I looked down.
I was completely in the nude and that was definitely not normal!
Taking a moment to breathe in and out before I let out a shriek of panic, I looked around, trying to get my bearings.
Okay. There were pictures of places that I hadn't been and people that I didn't recognize on the walls of the small room which was painted grey which only resulted in making the space look even smaller. There was one extremely large leather chair in the corner with an old guitar that looked like it hadn't been played in a while sitting leisurely upon the seat. There was a large desk in the corner, which took up the remainder of the space in the room, covered in hundreds of stacks of papers and pens. I looked over to the other side of the bed to find to my horror, my skirt, my bra, and my blouse strewn out on the plush sheepskin looking floor and, most horrifyingly of all, my thong which was hanging on the handle of the door, somehow flipped inside out, across the room from me. A door handle which was now beginning to turn as I stared at it.
Gasping I instantly I shot backwards, dropping my head back down onto the bed. However, in my haste to pretend that I was still out cold, I ended up hitting my head on said headboard behind me and let out a yelp of pain!
"Ouch! Dammit." I cried, reaching my hand up to rub a circle on the back of my head where my skull had just collided painfully with the carved wood.
"Are you okay?" Came a voice and I froze.
If I had thought that I had accidentally missed the memo and had woken up on the set of a cheesy, smutty "What Happens in Vegas" type of movie I was wrong. I had fallen asleep and was magically transported to the set of The Twilight Zone, Season 3 episode 1, and I was the lonely women!
Afraid that when I turned I might see the old war time looking man that didn't speak English staring back at me, gun in his hand, I did the only sensible thing I could think of.
I hid.
Under the covers. Like a little child. Literally.
Oh my God I think my cheeks could light on fire from how much they were burning right now.
"Regina?" came the voice again, much closer to me and I gasped. This person knew my name?
Suddenly I felt the covers slipping away from me as if someone were trying to pull them off of my body and I realized that someone was indeed trying to pull them off my body!
"Stop!" I yelled, throwing my arm out in a whacking motion, trying to take out the stranger that was trying to get me vulnerable and naked with one blind hit.
The person in question stopped, stepping back as the creak in the floor informed me and I rolled over, whipping my head out from underneath the sheets, instantly wishing that I hadn't moved so fast.
"What the hell do you want?" I yelled into thin air, feeling my head beginning to throb. Almost instantly I realized that in the midst of my attempts to roll over, I had forgotten that I was stark naked underneath the thin sheets, and now my breasts were completely exposed to this stranger! I immediately began simultaneously trying to wrap the blankets around myself, whilst tucking them under my armpits to keep whatever remained of my modesty in tact, and I blinked, trying to get my vision to return to me.
Everything was underwater. Or I was dreaming, because the whole world seemed to be bobbing up and down currently, and I was pretty sure that TV screens didn't float?
"I brought you some food and water to help with that nasty hangover you now doubt have." The voice said again.
I could feel my stomach beginning to turn at the mention of a hangover and my eyes shut as my memories started to come back to me.
I could faintly remember something about a 'parent-teacher' night, and my best gal pal Tink dragging me along, seeking out Henry's so-called new prick of an English teacher so that I could give him a piece of my mind and finally stop unloading onto her all of my frustrations with him. Suddenly there were flashes of one very attractive British man with piercingly blue eyes and I could remember little snippets of heated conversation, before the images in my mind turned into something different and the brightly-fluorescently lit schoolhouse morphed into some dimly lit place that looked somewhat familiar.
Granny's!
I shook my head as images of the late night diner slowly came into focus.
It had been late, and only the regulars and late night crowd people had been in the joint, as it was a Wednesday night, and that meant you had either came to drink, or were already drunk.
I was lifting up another drink in my hands, raising it in mock salute, before I tipped my head back and downed the shot in one gulp, setting it back down on the table with a satisfied grin as it clinked upon the glass.
"So," I heard the man with a deep accent sitting next to me say, "I suppose I can see where you are coming from, however it's not my way to make special exceptions for certain kids, no matter how attractive nor convincing their mothers may be. I have a code, I have my honor, and I choose to live by it, no matter how much other people may not like it."
"Well forgive me for saying it, but I don't really care much for your 'code' right now. Hang it, hang your stupid rules and come step into the real world, a world where people don't live by there honors or their values, they just live to survive and not get eaten alive." I said, feeling the liquid that I had just ingested beginning to work it's magic on loosening my body and, apparently, my tongue.
"Well, forgive me for not having such a bleak out look on life M'lady." The man retorted, "I was raised in such a way that, though at times I may have seen the worst in people, I also saw the best, and I learned quickly that being held to a standard that demanded nothing but excellence was the only way to weed out the champions from the followers.
There is nothing wrong with your son receiving a low grade Regina. He's a smart boy, in fact he's one of the brightest in my class. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to give him any special treatment, no matter if he struggles with writing or if his mother comes at me with her title and threatens me with losing my job. He has such a wonderful brain and vast imagination, and with a push, he will be able to accomplish great things. I wouldn't want to take that away from either him nor you. As a matter of fact, there is only one thing I would like to do for you."
Feeling the drink working it's way through me I rolled my eyes, biting at the bait he had no doubt just cast out for me. "And what is that?"
"I can see that your stressed, and by the way you're downing those drinks I can tell that you're going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning." He began, shifting closer to me in his seat, "It would be my honor if you would allow me to accompany you home tonight. I would feel awful if I let you slip out those doors and didn't make sure you got back to your house safely and got a good night's sleep."
At that I snorted, letting my fingers trail over the edge of the counter as I tossed my head back at the mock sentiment.
"There's no way I'm going to be getting any sleep tonight," I said, shaking my head to confirm it.
The blue eye'd man squinted, "Why not?"
"To stressed. To wound up first by this grade you're giving my son and second by all of the pressures of being a single parent, and working the long hours of my job but also raising my son and never being sure if I'm doing right by either one."
There was a pause and I wasn't particularly sure why I had chosen to share that bit of information with an almost a virtual stranger to me, sitting in a bar - which he had dragged me to after I continued berating him long after the 'parent' part of the 'parent-teacher' conference had finished - but I had, and there was no getting the words back now. So I sat there, a stoic look on my face, trying hard not to let my freaking out on the inside show how nervous I felt on the outside, waiting for his response.
It was about a good minute later before he responded again.
"Regina," he said, his tone completely different then it had been before. There was something darker, thicker, like a rich dessert and my mind instantly snapped to chocolate and I found myself wishing we had chosen to go to a chocolate factory and not a bar to continue this less than riveting conversation.
"Yes?" I answered, waiting for him to finish.
The man in question shifted again next to me, causing his leg to bump into my own and I tilted my head, studying him out of the corner of my eye. He was nervous. Judging from the way he had gripped his drink tightly, which was only half touched, and the way he was currently gnawing on his bottom lip, which I took to be a nervous habit of his, he was mulling over something that he badly wanted to say to me and yet wasn't quite sure how to get it out.
Odd? I thought to myself, now staring incredulously at the incredibly outspoken man sitting completely silently. It wasn't like him to not have the words to say and I so badly wanted to ask him if the 'cat got his tongue' but judging by the way his eyes were flickering back and forth I decided that now might not be the best time so I decided to go with a more direct approach.
"Whatever it is, just say it," I stated, nudging him with my knee. "It's not like you could offend me any worse than I have you tonight."
At that the man smiled, although just a small one, but I felt a small bubble of pride well up in my chest knowing that I was the one that had put it there. If that feeling of pride however was mixed with something else more arousing, well, that wasn't completely my fault; it's not everyday one get's to sit by an extremely hot man and get his full attention dedicated to yourself for three hours straight, so I would take the feeling where I could get it.
Robin let his hands drop and he set down the glass in his fingers.
His eyes trailed over to my seat, coming up and making their way up my body slowly. When they reached my face however I felt my heart pound hard as my breath hitched in my throat and I stared into his eyes.
They were black. Well, as black as blue could be.
They weren't literally black but they had an extremely atramentous tinge to them, making them dark, steely and so utterly addictive that I couldn't look away.
He took another deep breath and his tongue came out to wet his lips and I had to physically remind myself to stay seated in my own chair while he spoke for my body had decided that it wanted to jump him as badly as it wanted to breathe, and I was having a really hard time convincing myself as to why I wasn't over on his seat right now, sitting on top of him and making his mouth mine.
"Regina," he said again, this time a bit more huskier then before, but still as rich and wetness inducing as the first time, "I could help you with that if you wanted."
"Help me with what?" I asked, not sure what it was that I had asked for help for.
"The stress thing."
"Oh?" I said, nodding my head once in understanding, "And how would you do that?"
Robin leaned closer, as if he was getting ready to unveil the worlds biggest secret to me and I couldn't help but lean in a fraction of an inch, if anything to get another whiff of whatever aftershave he wore which had hints of pine needles and musk and it made my head fuzzy in a good way.
"I'm quite good at de-stressing women."
"Oh? Teacher salary not cutting it? Did you picking up being a masseuse on the side?" I joked.
"No," the man said seriously, but a small smirk did curl up on the corner of his face. "Nothing like that."
"Well then do tell me Mr. Locksley, how exactly do you 'de-stress' women?"
He stared straight at me, black eyes glimmering as he spoke, "It involves eating out but I'm not talking about taking you to any restaurant M'lady."
I sat back, completely confused, staring at the man in front of me with a puzzled expression. The moments seemed to tick by and his gaze on me didn't falter, it only seemed to intensify as his eyes stayed deep blue, locked with mine as I thought about his words.
Eating out but not at a restaurant? I wondered, pondering the meaning, until all of a sudden- it just hit me.
"Oh!" I gasped, my eyes flying open, lips no doubt forming a small circle as I put two and two together.
My eyes flicked up, meeting his, and only then did I see the little flicker of something even darker in those icy blue irises. Like a flame, flickering behind the glass, just waiting to be exposed to the air.
Robin sat there, in all of his glory, and I took a moment to look him over to see if I was just going crazy. Judging by the almost amused look on his face and the devilish gleam that he had in his eye, I could tell I had guessed right.
"You didn't seriously just ask me that right now, did you?" I asked.
"It depends," he shrugged.
"Depends on what?"
Robin's eyes found mine and burned holes into them, "Depends on whether or not you want me to."
I sat back in shock, clearly unprepared for the new man that I was meeting. Robin was attractive yes, there was no doubt about that, and his accent did things to me that I lady probably shouldn't admit to, but to ask a woman straight out if you wanted him to eat you out was pushing it even for his level of sexual appeal!
But then again, who was I to say 'no'?
Wasn't this what we all prayed for?
For God to send us a man that wasn't afraid to ask for what he wants? That looks good and smells good and has a good job and a libido to match?
Staring at the man next to me for a moment longer my shock began to fade away slowly and - blame it on the shots of alcohol that were already in side me - I leaned forward, closing the distance between us.
Instantly I was surrounded by the smell of the forest after it rains, a deep earthy scent and I felt my insides do a flip as this tingling sensation ran straight from the base of my neck and down into my toes as I felt his light 5 o'clock shadow brush erotically against my cheek.
My eyes were still open as I stared at him, looking for any sign of a joke or hesitation. Finding none, I continued to move forward and close the gap until there wasn't any room to move anymore. And then I kissed him.
Hard.
I let my lips trail over his, and there was a moment where he didn't seem to be responding, but that only seemed to last for a second, because a breath later his hands were on me, running through my hair, and wrapping around my waist as my fingers were pulling at his shirt and I was lost. Breathless, feeling his stubble mixed with the softness of his lips assaulting me and my heightening senses all at once.
One of his hands, the one that was on my hip slipped and moved down to cup my ass and I had to pull away as I remembered where we were.
I rested my head on his, panting heavily and whispered into his ear.
"Let's go."
xxx
My head was still throbbing as I got up, now seated up right in the small bed, my back against the carved headboard, a glass of water in my hands.
"I cannot believe I had that much to drink last night." I said to no one in particular, rubbing my forehead with my palm.
"Trust me, neither could Granny."
'Eugenia was there?!" I shrieked, completely horrified at the thought that the one night the elder woman actually decided to show up at her diner - and serve behind the counter no less! - was the one in which I had seemed to make an absolute fool of myself. And, to put the metaphorical icing on to top of this very shitty cake, with my sons new middle school English teacher no less!
That was a lot of 'no-lesses' in one string of thought. I mused to myself. Dear God I'm so hung over.
"Oh yes," The man next to me said, breaking my concentration, "who do you think it was that served you all those drinks?"
I groaned. If I could manage to think straight for longer than a second before my train of through derailed itself, I would make a mental note to have a stern talking with Eugenia on the ways in which she ran her 'fine since '89' establishment. But I wasn't even managing the sitting up thing well enough at the moment to process any more information. Currently, I could feel my body slipping further and further out of my control as my side drew closer and closer to the bed.
My elbow hit the mattress first, followed by my triceps and then shoulder. But, before the side of my head could hit the pillow tops and complete this epicly-drunken face plant, I felt a hand wrap around my other arm, and I was pulled up.
Even though I was now properly vertical again, my head parallel with the bed, I could feel my brain beginning to spin at the sudden righting of my body and my stomach followed.
Instantly I flung my legs over the side of the small bed, not really caring to register the difference in texture of the furry floor bellow me as opposed to the wooden tiles of my bedroom, and whipped out in the direction of where I thought a bathroom should be.
Apparently, after nearly running straight into a wall, Robin redirected me, sending me straight on the pathway to the lavatory.
Nearly taking myself out against the door, I made it, with no bumps nor bruises to show... so far.
I'm not exactly sure what all I had to drink last night but I can confidently say that the entire continence of what was in my stomach was now in the toilet bowl, floating around. I flushed it.
Turning towards the sink I washed out my mouth, ridding myself of the after taste of whiskey mixed with vomit.
My stomach however beginning to stir again, and I gripped myself, as if holding on with a death grip around my mid section would somehow keep me together and keep the vomit down.
"Shit," I whispered to myself when I realized that that wasn't going to happen and I rushed to the white bowl again.
About five minutes later there came a knock at the door and I turned my head slowly before snapping back and groaning in misery.
"Regina? You still alive? Is everything alright in there?"
Fine. I thought to myself. Just dandy. I'm just hurling up what could be the equivalent of all the food at my quinceria, into one tiny little bowl, with no sign of it ever stopping. But all's good! Don't worry. There is no cause for alarm here!
"Regina?" The man said again, this time a bit louder.
There was the sound of the door handle twisting and I yelled back.
"I'm alive!" I said, wishing though that he were dead for making me speak at all in this predicament. My stomach gurgled.
"Alright," his voice said and the door handle stopped moving. "I'll just be out here."
Alrighty, I nodded, realizing to late that the door was closed, therefore he could not see my nonverbal answer.
Not wanting to take the time to spend the effort to respond again however, I just turned back, dropping my head on the toilet bowl, groaning.
that's all for now folks! this may be the only update for today... it may not... i haven't decided yet. there is something I have that is right on the brink of being done (two somethings to be honest... but the other involves the fabulous Inquisitive Dreamer - but don't tell her I told you that(; ) so I guess we will see! Mwah! thank you for reading, can't wait to hear your comments!
Ruffles x