We spent the next hour or so playing game after game, the teams rotating each round. the worst round was Pansy, Daphne, and Coco against Blaise, Baz, and I. Mostly because we completely got our asses handed to us.
"Alright, I'm starving, I'm going to get food." I got up and walked over to Coco, kissing the top of her head, and started back towards where the tables were set up.
"Wait up, I want food." I paused to wait for Coco, as the others debated if they wanted to go back for tea and food as well.
"You two seem to be getting along better," Baz commented, handing Coco her shoes, which had been abandoned so she didn't break her ankles while playing.
"There is still a decent chance I'll kill him." she shrugged, using him for balance as she got the shoes back on. I quirked an eyebrow.
"As if you could."
In the end, everyone decided to follow along save for Blaise and Alistair, both of whom wanted to play one more game to break the even score the two of them had. Competitive bastards.
We had just stepped up when Broderick came hurrying over, an odd look on his face.
"Hey, great timing, let's go play a couple of rounds of handball."
"We just came from that, I need food." Coco slipped past him, reaching back for my hand, which I happily gave her
"I'm sure we can get the trays to come back to us-"
"Why are you being weird?" There was a trill of laughter from the tables as we headed in that direction. I gave Broderick a confused look and the one he returned was a little too unreadable.
"It's so sad, really, I feel bad. Seeing them act like they belong here." Ariella was saying. I glanced around for Jacqueline but she was nowhere to be found, maybe in the house. "They think she can snake her way into a good family and suddenly they're one of us. We all know where they came from. Genevieve Selwyn is trash and she's taught her daughter to do the same thing." Ariella was saying. Coco stiffened next to me, I placed a hand on her lower back.
"It's pathetic." Someone else agreed. Behind me, Baz made a sound I'd never heard from him before. Something between a growl and a snarl.
"That's not true, Ariella." Natalie Travers argued. Her eyes flicked up behind Ariella's head, widening when she saw us all standing there. Ariella turned to follow her gaze and gave us all a once-over.
"Oh, I didn't hear you come up." She smiled sweetly. "Lovely party isn't it?"
I clenched my jaw, my hands balling into fists at my side. My eyes flicked over to Coco, who was taking deep breaths. As she opened her mouth, I jumped in. She spent enough time defending herself, it was my turn.
"Ariella. I think it's time you leave." I decided
"Excuse me?" She scoffed.
"Leave," I repeated. "Get out before I escort you out. I don't care who your parents are or what kind of lady you believe yourself to be. Leave." I unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt and began to roll up the sleeves. I needed something- anything- to focus on other than what had just been said.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"So be it." I crossed the garden to the table of people who had been gossiping. "I want all of you to hear this, loud and clear without a single question. Cordelia is my wife. the Selwyns are now my family. they belong here far more than any of you. From the moment of our marriage, any slight against the Selwyns has become a slight against me." I glanced back at the Selwyns, the look on Coco's face left my chest feeling hollow. Angry Coco was normal, I could handle it when she was angry but when she was upset when I could see the threat of tears. It was all I could do to keep control and not hex Ariella Warrington right here in front of everyone.
"You're being dramatic."
"And you're being a bitch. Leave."
"This isn't your party."
"No, It's mine, what is going on?" Jacqueline asked, finally appearing. Jacob Fawley hurried after her, the pair coming from inside the house.
"Theodore seems to think he has the right to kick people out of parties he isn't hosting."
"And Ariella thinks it is appropriate to insult my wife and her family," I responded. Jacqueline quirked an eyebrow.
"I didn't say anything that the rest of us weren't thinking." Ariella defended herself.
"I wasn't thinking it," Natalie spoke up. I felt a hand on my arm and I looked down at Coco, gripping my arm.
"If you really want to open the floor up to cold hard truths, Ariella, I am more than willing to share the common opinion about you." She smiled sweetly. Ariella's eyes went from defensive to rageful in less than a second.
"Ladies." Jacob started.
"Theodore, perhaps we should go. it seems the bleach really has started to sink in and affect her brain." Coco shook her head. "We don't know if she's a danger to herself and others or not. Really best not to risk it." Ariella narrowed her eyes.
"Alright, darling-"
"Love."
"Excuse me?" I paused.
"You called me Love earlier." she corrected me.
"Alright, love, let's go home." I caught her looking back at her brother, who nodded, I was apparently learning how to speak Selwyn twin because I knew instinctively that was him promising to go home as well.
"Thank you so much for the invitation, Jacqueline." Coco stepped forward towards the hostess of the party. "I'm sorry some people don't know how to act in public." She glanced at Ariella accusingly.
"yes, well don't worry, darling, I intend on re-examining my invitation list in the future," Jacqueline promised, giving Coco a kiss on the cheek. Coco stepped back into my arms and we apparated out, appearing to our home, in the front hall.
"I want to rip her eyes out," Coco informed me, not making any move to get out of the hold I had on her.
"A pleasant change from you wanting to take mine." I quipped.
"Excuse you, I've never threatened to take your eyes." She argued. I quirked an eyebrow, remaining silent. "Probably." More silence. "As far as I remember." She shoved at my chest, but then gripped the front of my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss.
I instinctively gripped her waist, holding her body to mine until she broke the kiss with a soft gasp.
"What was that for?"
"Defending me." She answered, now actually taking a step back.
"Oh yeah? All I have to do for a kiss is yell at Ariella for being an ass?" I asked with a grin, stepping forward. "Then what do I have to do to get you naked in my bed?"
"That takes far more than calling out a bitch." She stepped back away from me, a playful look in her eyes.
"Does it?" I challenge her, taking another step forward.
"Absolutely." She nodded, following the step back.
"Then I'll just have to handle it myself." Before she could react, I barreled forward, hefting her over my shoulder, much like I had the night of the engagement party but unlike that time, her scream was one of laughter. I headed down the hall, my hand smacking her ass with a loud 'crack' sound.
I got to the end of the hall before a door opened up.
"What the bloody hell are you two doing?" My father snarled, stepping out and pausing when he saw us, I turned to look at him,
"Enjoying married life," I answered with a grin. The pissed-off glare my father gave me was the best present I could have asked for. I turned and I could see in the reflection off a mirror hung on the wall, Coco flipping my father the bird behind my back.
I couldn't get back up to the bedroom fast enough.
"You're an animal, Nott," Coco informed me as I finally flopped her down on the bed. Her body bounced against the mattress and she looked up at me.
"Yeah, you do that to me." I climbed up on the bed, nudging her legs apart with my knee.
Merlin bless the inventor of the wrap dress. I gave that one little tie a tug and she was basically bare before me.
She pushed to sit up, her arms slipping out of the arms of the dress.
"Back." She ordered me. I frowned, taking a step back away from the bed. She stood and pushed me back a couple more, kissing me roughly, then sliding down to the floor, on her knees.
"Coco." I groaned. She looked up at me with a smile, unbuckling my belt.
"Yes, love?" She asked, she said the word and her eyes shot up to my face. My heart jumped in my chest, I was unsure how I felt about that. About that word, I had used it first, sure but I hadn't really thought about what it meant.
I let my hand run through her thick dark hair.
"That's my girl." Her tongue ran over her bottom lip and she grinned, making quick work of getting rid of my slacks and boxers. I stepped out of everything and she hurriedly pushed it away. I nearly ripped the front of my shirt open and watched with wide eyes as she took the tip of my cock into her mouth.
This was definitely not the first time the two of us had been in this position but I was never going to get over how fucking good she looked. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and I gripped her hair tight between my fingers.
She slowly bobbed her head, taking more and more of my cock until she was gagging, her hands working the inches that she couldn't take into her mouth.
"That's my good girl." I groaned, closing my eyes. She pulled back, her teeth scraping the sensitive skin so slightly. I shuddered, gripping her hair tighter. "Deep breath," I warned.
She didn't hesitate, doing exactly as I asked, her mouth wide open before I pulled her forward onto my cock, fucking her mouth- getting every last inch down her throat twice. She coughed and sputtered when I finally let go of her hair and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She shoved my hips away as she regained her composure but she didn't look angry- not in the least. The fire in her eyes had a whole different meaning.
"Get on the fucking bed." She ordered. I grinned and headed over, climbing up onto the bed and watching as she walked closer. My eyes remained glued on her body, every smooth curve and every inch of soft skin. My mouth watered for her.
Coco climbed up on the bed, straddling my waist.
"That was not the way to treat your good girl, Theodore." She admonished, reaching back behind her, her hand wrapping around my cock. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the bed. "I'd hate to see how you treat a bad girl." She slowly ran her hand up and down my length, teasing me.
"I can show you." I offered. I heard her laugh and felt her weight left off of my stomach as she hovered over my cock.
"Can you?" She asked, slowly lowering herself down. "Because right now it doesn't look like you're prepared to do anything but lay there and take whatever I give you."
I opened my mouth to argue, but she fully sank down onto my cock and I groaned, running my hands over my face.
"Maybe," I answered, opening my eyes as she laughed.
"That feels closer to the truth." She remained seated there for a moment too long, I thrust my hips up and she shook her head. "So impatient." She began rolling her hips and I relaxed into the bed.
"Patience is not my forte." I reminded her.
"Oh trust me I know." She placed a hand on my chest, right over my heart, for balance and began to move her hips, riding me.
I forced myself to keep my eyes open for as long as I could, watching her as she fucked herself on my dick, as her perfect body bounced up and down on me.
For one stupid second, I was tempted, tempted to let out the words- to tell her that I loved her. But words blurted during sex didn't count- shouldn't count. Love wasn't real and even though I'd called her that earlier- and it had meant more to her than I apparently thought it would- saying it like this would be cruel.
Love was a lie. Everyone would disappoint you eventually and the farce of love made it worse.
so instead of spouting bullshit, I did something better, I reached down and let my thumb toy with her clit. That seemed to be the correct answer as she cried out, her hands moving up to her breasts, to tease her nipples.
She knew how to give herself the pleasure she wanted. I liked that, I liked that a lot, she didn't wait for permission to do as she pleased, not in life and not in the bedroom.
"That's my girl, cum for me, Coco, I want to feel you dripping down my cock,"
"I- I'm almost." She whimpered, her legs shaking.
I smirked and adjusted so I had one hand between her legs and the other on her hips, digging my heels into the bed before I began to jackhammer up, hitting her faster- she cried out, her hands freezing on her chest- fully distracted by my actions.
"Right there- don't stop." She demanded- it wasn't begging, Cordelia Nott didn't beg, no, she demanded. And I happily complied, a moment later I felt her, her body stiffening, her cunt tightening as she came, her head rolling back as she cried out in pleasure. I got out a few more thrusts before I was doing the same, filling her with my cum. She slumped forward, laying on top of me, for a moment, both of us were coated in a thin sheen of sweat but I didn't care.
My arms moved around her, holding her to me as she recovered.
"Fuck." She muttered against my chest. It took a minute but she got up, her legs taking two tries before they held her up.
"Give me a minute and yes, we can again." I teased.
She flipped me the bird before walking out of the room, leaving the bedroom door open.
"Would you like a drink?" She called back to me.
"Yes," I responded, watching her. She picked up a second glass and added a pour of whiskey. I took mine neat, I had noticed she preferred hers on the rocks. I had no idea if she'd been a whiskey drinker before our marriage but she certainly was now. I stood and headed for the sitting room.
"You're just as impatient as I am." She accused without looking back at me.
"I certainly am." I agreed, walking up behind her, my cock already half-hard as I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. She tilted her head, giving me full access to her throat. "Patience is a virtue practiced by better men than I."
"That's absolutely true." She agreed. I bit down on her shoulder, drinking in her gasp. It was better than the whiskey. I reached out, plucking a single piece of ice from her glass, I popped it into my mouth to clean away any whiskey clinging to the surface, then quickly took it out, slowly running the frozen chunk over her collarbone. She whimpered, pressing back against me, but not trying to escape.
"but I suppose it is one I should work on." I teased, running the ice cube down over one nipple, the bud hardening instantly.
"Theodore." She whined as I trailed it over the valley between her breasts, back up to the second nipple. It hardened just as quickly as its counterpart.
"Yes, Cordelia?" I asked, my lips still moving over her exposed neck.
"Touch me." She demanded. I grinned and bit down again, dropping the ice cube, it hit the floor, forgotten, and my fingers, still cold from the ice, dipped between her legs.
She cried out, her body at war between getting away from my icy touch and wanting pleasure. Lucky for her, my fingers warmed quickly as I worked her clit, My free arm wrapped around her, holding her up against my body as I easily plunged two fingers into her pussy, still messy with my cum and hers.
She gripped the arm I used to keep her up, her nails digging lightly into my skin, her hips rolling to meet my hand.
"Oh god." She gasped, her head lolling back to rest on my shoulder, her breath already heavy.
"Not God, just your husband." I teased. She opened her mouth as if to retort but all that came out was a cry of pleasure. "Good girl," I growled, adding a third finger to her cunt. She was warm and tight and took it all so fucking perfectly. I struggled to hold onto her as her head dropped forward, adjusting her weight as she came around my fingers, her nails digging harder into my arm. Not quite enough to break skin, but close. It set my nerves on fire. I didn't give her a chance to properly recover before I was pressing her to the wall, entering her cunt from behind.
She quickly moved her feet further apart to allow me the space to hit her deep and fast. There was nothing soft or sweet about this and we both knew it. We didn't need or want that. I wanted to make her cum, I wanted to fill her up and see it dripping down her inner thighs.
"You like that, don't you?" I snarled at her. "Being used, being filled over and over." I gripped her hips and she nodded. "Use your words, Coco, I want to hear you answer me."
"Yes- fuck- yes, I love it." She admitted. I adjusted, tugging her with me so her ass stuck out just a little further and I started to really pound into her, Her hands pressed flat against the wall as she cried out. Coco was never shy about being loud and I fucking loved that. i loved hearing how good I made her feel. Daphne had really been my only partner before Coco and she had been great- but reserved in that she didn't want to be loud. Coco didn't give a fuck if anyone could hear us.
I slowed down as I felt her tightening and she let out a whine, her head whipping back to look at me with narrowed eyes.
"How dare you-" I grinned at her and picked up the pace again. "You- are the- worst." She informed me her words breathless, with an edge of a whimper in each once.
"I really am." I agreed, I gripped her hip even harder, I wanted to leave bruises, marks that I would see on her body later. My wife would be wearing my marks.
I had never felt so possessive before, I wasn't sure if it was good. I felt her start to tighten up again and before I could even slow down again she glared at me.
"Do it and die." She threatened. I laughed, keeping up my bruising pace. I watched as the muscles of her back contracted and relaxed as she came. I was close, so close,
I pulled out, turning her around to face me, and quickly slid back into her cunt. I wanted to see her face when I came, She stared back at me with half-lidded eyes, the pleasure written all over her face. She wrapped her legs around my waist and my hands held her hips as I fucked her. neither of us worried about the mess.
She leaned in and kissed me, the motion sending me over the edge. my hips slowed as each thrust pulled more and more cum until I was completely spent.
I leaned against her, her back to the wall and she kissed my head gently.
"we should go to parties more often." She mused. I had no words- I just laughed.