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“Um…I’m sorry.” Sophie fidgeted as she pointed at the tree that he was sitting underneath. “That’s usually my sitting tree.”
He listened to the woman before he glanced back at the tree he was sitting against, looking at it for a moment before he looked back to her with concerned eyes. "Did you piss on it?"
“Yep, really. True story. Bitches be crazy. So what are you up to….loitering in parks? Surely London has more interesting things to offer than a tree.”
"Damn. I'm not loitering. Parks sole purpose is to offer people the oppourtunity to enjoy nature...when there are high rise buildings all around it. Does it?"
“That’s a very good point. I guess you wouldn’t mind if I polluted it then?” she asked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
"Once again...I don't own the air, or you. Do whatever you want."
Corey’s head was spinning just breathing in his exhale but her lungs didn’t miss the oxygen they felt they were lacking. She didn’t feel lacking in anything; between his eyes locked on her own and the pleasure he was sending through her body. It was addictive to see the pleasure in his dark eyes and feel his growl over her tongue. Her hand gripped the bottle tighter and with that came her other gripping tighter into the wolf’s hair, teeth biting at his lips and begging blood from them so hungrily as her hips rolled up into his touch. That had her stomach tensing and her core dripping heat through thin fabric, her hand falling away from his messy hair to run down his stomach and over his hardened length through denim. Corey groaned as he locked their hands between them, whining the harder his hips rolled into her own and her head fell back harder to the wall with the sound and the way her hips jerked with the tensing of her walls for him. “Fuck……fuck fuck….” He was so thick under her hand and she rubbbed him harder, careful to use the pressure of her hand against him and not the rougher fabric. Her mouth watered like her body did then, the wolf’s teeth on her neck making her cry out for him as tension released and beaded down her thighs with shudders running through her veins.
He groaned against her lips as he felt her grip flex more in his hair, pleasure racing down his spine from that touch and he panted harder, breathing her in and moving with her. He drank in her features, studying every shift in her dark eyes as he pushed harder, circling her nerve faster through the thin cotton on her hips. He could taste metallic on his lips, blood that she'd drawn with her teeth and he gave it to her lips, kissing her hard and finding her taste before her head falling back had his lips moving to her neck, marking her cream skin and growling more as he heard the words leave her lips. Her smaller hand against his length had tension coiling tighter, so close to finding release but it was the feeling of her spilling for him and the sound of her crying out for him that pushed him over, feeling his cock throb under her grip as he pulled her down harder. His hips jerked, seeing her walls and it was pure instinct to slam his hips into hers, trying to work the thick heat that was now spilling from him deeper inside of her, even though it was merely spreading to his own leg but he moaned against her neck, panting against her skin as he worked them both through release and slowed his pace, though his lips traveled lower to capture her nipple, sucking softly at her skin. He groaned feeling her harden for him, his cock still throbbing beneath her smaller hand and his teeth raked carefully over her tender skin, still circling her nerve and feeling more of her heat soak through the thin fabric and coat his fingers.
Corey groaned feeling his smile spread with hers, getting off even more on what felt like a game just between the two of them. It wasn’t just that, and she was well aware, but it was no one’s business but theirs either and she captured his bottom lip between her teeth to rake over flesh with a moan. Her head fell back to the wall and she was broken from his lips as he pulled her down with his grip in her hair, bringing her hips closer to his and feeling the addictive contact his length made with her nerve through fabric. It had her lips parting and panting and her skin growing so much hotter. The flannel of her shirt was instantly too thick but the heat was addictive too and intoxicating as a soft sheen formed on her skin and she felt her walls tensing longingly for him, searching for him in a way she didn’t yet know and making her hand curl tighter in his hair. Her other still grasped the cold bottle tightly against his shoulder blade just to not drop it and pink spread to her cheeks, lips trying to find his and nipping roughly at him, at his chin and down his neck before her walls tensed harder and throbbed with his fingers rubbing her clit through thin fabric. Brown eyes fell to see their movements, to see him and roll harder against him, to get her nerve up more and run her hand down from his hair feeling how hard he was just to run her fingertips over him through denim like she hadn’t before and then her hips jerked harder against him, feeling him and slick heat pool to her thighs as she whimpered in pleasure.
Dark eyes couldn't stop taking her in, tracing over her features and feeling the way his heart skipped harder just seeing her and moving with her like this. His stomach was in knots and he breathed in every sound that left her lips, watching pleasure spread through her hue as he felt her hand flex more into his hair and he groaned with the pleasure that brought. It raced down his spine and he could feel the cold of the beer seeping through his shirt too and he ducked his head more to find her lips, to kiss her with hunger before he followed her eyes between them and moaned more, able to see how hard his cock was for her and watching as her smaller hand found his length through the fabric. Max's breath hitched, moaning more for her and telling her how fucking good she felt, even like this and his hand rubbed faster over her nerve, demanding more of her even as he felt slick heat pool for him under his fingertips. He rolled his hips harder into her touch, harder into her hips, grinding against her and trapping both of their hands between them as his other curled more into her locks and he crashed back to her lips, tension coiling in his core and pushing him nearer to the edge. Fuck, she felt so good, even like this and he loved feeling her touch even through denim, his mind moving past that to wonder just how fucking good she'd feel wrapped around him and he groaned over her tongue. She was so wet for him and that whimper turned him on more, his growl picking up in his throat for her as his lips trailed down over her neck to bite at her skin, marking her and breathing her in as he moved faster and harder, his cock throbbing under her touch.
“Oh, I’m sorry.. I was just getting some air”
"...I own neither the outdoors nor the air so...no need to apologize."
She couldn’t help but smile across his lips and she nodded approval, her lips parting on a gasp across his as the strength of his arms supported her and pressed her more into the wall. It was so addictive and she loved it, nonchalant in meeting him like this and Corey groaned as his teeth assaulted tender skin on her neck. Her head fell back to the very wall he was using against her, hips rolling into his for friction that already had her stomach twisting and her pulse drumming through her veins in the need to feel him. He slipped under the flannel of her shirt and used rough lace against her and Corey hardened for him, heat surfacing between her thighs, slick and wet and making her pulse and then the taste of his mouth had her dripping to thin cotton and rolling her hips harder to find him, to feel him through the barrier of fabric between them as she flexed her grip on the beer bottle and her other tugged harder at his hair. Corey was so quickly starving and her body flushed with that hunger, rolling her hips faster against him in need.
Her smile against his lips had his own spreading, making his stomach twist as his skin warmed for her, burning hotter and more so as they moved in a way they knew, his pulse picking up and drumming in his ears. He felt her harden for him and he groaned under his growl, panting more against her lips and rolling into her harder, faster, feeling the way she answered that too. The tug at his hair had him moaning over her tongue, able to feel the heat of her core through the denim on his hips and he hardened more for her, his length throbbing in want and need and he pinned her more, grinding against her hips. Max kissed her harder, more desperate for her and his left hand ran higher over her neck to thread into her curls, to pull her down against him and make her grind more against his hard length, pleasure pulsing through his body. His other hand ran lower though, tracing over her stomach before moving down her thigh and back higher to press into the wet heat of her shorts, feeling the way she was soaking the fabric for him and he groaned against her lips, rubbing her swollen nerve through the fabric though he didn't lose his movements, feeling denim graze over his cock and the rough material wasn't her, but fuck, he wanted it to be.
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Holding the cold glass of the beer in her hand she enjoyed the warm wood floors beneath her feet as she walked towards the living room, thoughts retracing back to Max’s words. “I imagine there’s fish but I picture them with monocles and little bow ties.” She muses, pausing though to cant her head knowing he was behind her and feeling him as his hands slipped under her flannel shirt to make contact with her skin. “Scratch that, robes and wands.” She smiles, dark eyes growing impossibly more so as she met him and was walked back and pinned hard against the nearest wall. The beer stayed locked in her grip and her hips rolled closer to him in a movement they knew and she hissed against his ear feeling the contact she craved and his teeth, bringing one thigh up at his hips before she used that leverage to bring up the other.
He'd never get tired of hearing her talk, something that couldn't be said for many people in this world. He loved listening to her, loved hearing where her mind was and he nodded in agreement to her words now. "One with a scar shaped like lightning on his little fishy forehead. Ron would have to be a goldfish- blatant ginger." he mused, mumbling against her skin before his teeth found it instead and the hiss that left her lips had him groaning, his breathing already picking up. Max felt her shift closer, his hands moving to support her as she brought both legs up and he instantly pressed her back more to the wall, rolling his hips slow and deep against her own. He raked his teeth harder over her skin, able to taste metallic as his hands ran back higher, claiming her breasts through thin lace and instantly he was annoyed with that fabric but he used it against her, rolling tender flesh under the lace and dragging his lips to find hers. He crashed into her with want, with need, and his hips rolled harder against her, grinding against her and feeling his cock start to harden for her as hie kissed her deeper and found more of the taste he was becoming so addicted to.
Corey glanced over her shoulder at him as she moved towards her bedroom, pausing at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m ambidextrous but my mind leans right as dominant strength. The thought of leaning over the right side of the boat and using my left to stay steady on the railing is massively nauseating to think about. Leaning over the left side and using my right hand to stay steady sounds perfect if I were to throw up pickles and purge myself of weakness.” Corey explains, already started in moving up the stairs and looking to the den opposite her room in habit before she kicked her boots off and worked down her jeans to trade them for a softer pair of red boy shorts, her thermal shirt traded out for one of her red and teal flannel shirts before she heard Max and felt her stomach twist. Her brown eyes darkened though, like a dangerous hunt as his hand was felt on her hip and her hand moved to take the beer from him after shoving up one sleeve. Corey’s other hand reached to tug at the front of his shirt pointedly as she slipped past him towards the den and brought the mouth of the bottle to her lips for a drink.
He heard her words, listening to her and nodding to show that it made sense to him, that he was listening and he held his eyes traced over her body as she shifted into her room to change, Max's stomach twisting more as he bit back a groan. "Never really thought about it that way, and I've never gotten sick on a boat, but I'd probably be on port with you, given that I'm a righty." he smiled, taking another sip of the beer before he moved closer and he noted the darkness in her eyes and felt his own shift to match as she tugged at his shirt. He followed after her, moving into the upstairs den and he had to duck his head in a few place from the low rafters but his hands were instantly moving back to her hips, slipping under the flannel to find bare skin and he walked her back to the closest wall before he pressed closer, breathing her in and flexing his jaw from the way it affected him, wanting her and ducking his head to find her neck with his lips, his teeth.
“Probably. All the sea-fearing folk who prefer land just hanging over the starboard bow and losing their lunch. Port bow would be my choice. It just feels more comfortable to lean that way to me….” Her brows knit, thinking about that a little more to discern why exactly the port bow felt more stable in her mind to lean over, less vertigo from the feeling that came with the thought of the ship potenially capsizing. “I’ve never been on a boat.” She conceded, shrugging then to reach her door and pull it open to hold behind her for Max as she stepped inside, eyes going to him over her shoulder and running silently over him before she hung her bow and moved to her room in a routine they knew well. “Beer in the fridge…”
He laughed warmly listening to her, not losing her eyes but his brows creased just lightly in thought with her words, tilting his head curiously. "Why the port side?" he asked, genuinely curious to her reasoning but he shook his head lightly with the words she gave him now. "I've only been on fishing boats. Something tells me there's probably not a lot of places to fish here but...we should go some day." he mused, moving to her fridge to grab a beer and he opened it before he moved after her into her bedroom, taking a long sip before he walked closer to her and offered her the beer, his free hand flexing over her hip.
Sliding her bow onto her shoulder she felt her stomach twist anxiously just from a look, and Corey nodded. She knew that look. “Closer.” It was closer and she started walking that way, taking a small less beat path through the trees that broke out onto the wet pavement of a one-lane driveway. “It’s like pickles with sailors. Captains of ships used to take barrels of them out on the water because they helped the crew from getting sea-sick. It’s the salt and the vinegar, acidity with lemon.” Corey mutters, slipping her bow back to her hand as her place broke through the trees and the black of her Jeep parked haphazardly in the lawn.
His stomach was twisting just seeing her, just talking to her but so much more with that look and he moved with her down the path to her house, listening to her words. It was something that he didn't know and he smiled as he stored that information, liking simple conversation like this but mostly...he enjoyed her company. "That's interesting. I've never really had a problem with stomach aches but the pickles on ships is really interesting. Probably had to buy them by the gross when they got some landlubber." he smiled, looking over at her and his eyes didn't lose that look but he took her in too before his hue moved to see her Jeep, her house and his stomach twisted more as he moved closer with her.
“I think apples are the only fruit that can get away with salt….except…” Corey canted her head watching him pull her arrows free and move closer to her, reaching to take them carefully from his grasp just to slip them back over her shoulder into her quiver. “Lemon. My mothers’ remedy for a stomach ache and lime….a contributing factor in the stomach ache.” Hangovers. She quirked a brow at the offer, hungry as she always was, but eyes said more in the way of what she was hungry for. “My place or..?”
He listened to her as he handed off her arrows, dark eyes focused on her own and he smiled softly with her words, the breath of a chuckle leaving his lips. Max wasn't lost from that look though, knowing that look and returning it before he nodded at her question, walking beside her to head toward her place. "Yours is closer." he told her quietly, running a hand through his hair. "I'll have to remember that salt and lemon trick, though."
It was like breathing by now, long-since, actually. Her eyes stayed on Max’s and her hand moved on it’s own trained accord to pull another arrow from her quiver before it was just as quickly lined and pulled to fly and sink again into the bark of the tree between two of his fingers, the motion repeated in succession to sink another. “Green is alright, with salt.” She shrugs, relaxing her hip to lower her bow. “Making you hungry by talking about apples?” She scrunched up her nose, but she was always hungry so she couldn’t dispute it either. “Lunch what?”
His eyes once again stayed on Corey's as she drew another arrow and he watched it fly before his smile spread slowly on his lips, looking at her for another long moment before he retrieved the second and added it to his hand with the other, nodding lightly with her words. "I used to eat crab apples with salt." he mused, a little off topic in sense but still. "Well, I"m already hungry and the mention of food only made me more so. I don't want apples though." he told her, straightening up from his spot on the tree and moving closer to her, twirling her arrows carefully between his fingers before he handed them to Corey. "Lunch as in...do you want to go get some lunch?"
“Don’t ever kill the ants. I had an ex who was idiotically and deathly afraid of them, like a little bitch, and I’m helping them plot murder.”
"It wasn't intentional. Really? That's um...I mean, they're ants. I could understand if they were those giant ants from South America that are super toxic but...the worst we have here are fire ants. We should hire and colony."
A small smirked played on her lips, clearly so very amused with how skilled he was at spirit fingers but her brown eyes didn’t leave his as she let an arrow fly to sink into the wood between his index and middle. “Never really liked apples. All the bullshit about doctors just made me more ornery.”
He didn't even blink as she released the arrow, trusting her, and he heard the arrow whiz above his head to sink into wood, making him turn enough to look at it above him before he smiled. His right hand reached to pull it free, flexing his strength and it took a moment before he pulled it out, moving his dark eyes back to her before he spoke. "I like food." he shrugged. "I only like yellow apples though. You're making me hungry...er. Lunch?" he asked, though his left hand was still above his head, fingers spread slightly for her to shoot between them.
“Your hand will suffice just fine, Pup. Unless it’s a snack you need.”
"Gotcha." he told her, holding her eyes while he placed his left hand above his head, wiggling his fingers just slightly at her. "I'm always down for a snack, though."
“…What?”
"Would you like me to find an apple?"
