Missy Jane - Born of Stone

“Oh! Did you do that?”

This time he did laugh. His cock jumped again and he nodded. “I am able to move it to some extent.”

“Ah. Um…can I touch it?”

“Oh yes, my darling. I would be very happy if you did.”

She lifted one hand and let it hover just over the head of his cock for a moment. He folded his arms behind his head to fight the temptation to grab her and roll her beneath him. He ached to pound into her delicate body.

Finally, when he wasn’t certain he could wait another second, she slowly dropped her hand and palmed the head. He groaned and moved his hips without thought. She closed her finger over him gently. Too gently.

“It won’t break. Rub it, tug on it a little even.” Her thin brows shot up but she did as he said. “Yesssss, sweet Astrid.” She smiled and squeezed her hand enough to steal his breath. “Oh do that again.”

She did and he nearly shot off the floor. Moisture leaked from the tip while she ran her small hands over him. They weren’t smooth like other women’s—a sign of her hard work—but he didn’t mind one bit. The small calluses on her fingers worked to incite him further and soon he was pushing off the floor with his heels as he rocked his hips into her grip. He widened his thighs and an ache formed in his balls.

“Your other hand, sweetness…cup my balls.”

She looked confused for a moment and he was about to demonstrate when her gaze dropped between his spread legs. He saw the moment she understood and soon her other hand had a firm grip on him.

“Oh, yesssss. Squeeze them just a little. Yes, like that.”

One hand faltered a bit while she concentrated on what the other was doing, but he didn’t mind. It was probably for the best since he was so close to coming already. He’d completely forgotten his request for her mouth until she leaned over him unexpectedly and licked a drop of moisture from the head.

“Gods…”

He fisted his hands beneath his head to keep from grabbing her.

“Was that okay?” she asked.

He could only nod while beads of sweat formed on his brow. She smiled and stole his breath again. Then she leaned down and got to work licking him like a treat. He wouldn’t last much longer like this. For a moment he considered stopping her, but then he glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed as she worked her tongue over him. Both hands moved in tandem now and she began to hum softly. She appeared to be enjoying herself. Well, who was he to stop her pleasure?

He grinned at the thought and relaxed into her ministrations. All too soon he felt his seed bubbling to the surface. He groaned and placed a hand gently against the back of her head.

“I’m going to come. It’ll shoot out…quickly.”

He could barely get the words out through his panting breaths but she nodded in acknowledgement. She didn’t stop and he wondered if she realized what was about to happen. And then it was too late to worry about it because he was coming with such force his eyes rolled back. He gripped the furs beneath him and tightened his thighs as jets of seed shot from his cock. Most landed on her hand and his belly, but she gasped when some caught her chin.

She pulled back a bit before leaning forward again and licking the source.

“Fuck…”

He could barely breathe from the force of his orgasm but he watched as she sat up. She held her hands before her and looked at his seed expressionlessly. Then before he could comment, she began to lick them clean.

“Gods, Astrid, you’ll have me hard again in no time.”

She stopped to raise an inquiring brow.

“Do you have any idea what it does to a man to see you licking his seed from your fingers?”

A blush filled her face and she shook her head. “Um…no.”

He sat up, grasping her wrists in his hands. “It reminds me of how good your tongue felt against my cock, and makes me want more.”

“Oh…”

Then he kissed her.

Astrid rested patiently on the fur-covered floor while Orestes dipped a cloth into a bowl of warm water. He took such care cleaning her hands it brought tears to her eyes. No man had ever cared for her. She’d never known a father or any other male relative. Once she’d become a woman the men in her village had taken notice. Her first lover had hurt her and frightened her badly. She’d run away from there as fast and as far as her legs could carry her. When she had finally stopped running she had allowed another man to take her in for a night, thinking her only currency lay between her thighs. One night with him proved she couldn’t live such a life and she’d run again. Then she’d lived in the forest.

“What is it?” Orestes asked. “What has you frowning so?”

She shook her head and tried to smile for him but knew it was a weak attempt. “Nothing important. Just thinking of the past.”

He finished cleaning her hands and dropped the cloth into the bowl. He set it aside then sat beside her.

“Was it so bad? I imagine so if you found Simon’s offer tempting.”

She shrugged but couldn’t hold his gaze. “I was born in the village of Keto to the West. My mother was never one to care much of what I did or where I was. I never knew my father.”

“Keto is over seventy-five leagues from here, Astrid. How long did you travel? Were you alone? And on foot?”

She chewed on her lip then caught herself when his gaze tracked the motion. Was he angry? Disbelieving? She didn’t think so but he was guarding his thoughts too well to know for certain.

“Um, yes…to both. I ran from Keto in the dead of night and found myself in Nerthus three days later. I was terrified of being alone but my mother had moved us into the home of a horrible man. I couldn’t stay there. In Nerthus, I tried to find work. A man offered to take me in…I only stayed with him a night before running away again.”

Shame filled her and her face heated. She turned away from his knowing gaze. How had he found her useful in his bed when she had been so worthless in Nerthus?

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. You didn’t steal or harm anyone in what you did to survive. You’re better than most.”

This time the tears fell before she could stop them. She didn’t want to cry in front of him again because it seemed to distress him so, but thoughts of her past still frightened her.

He took her into his arms and rocked her before pulling back to wipe away her tears.

“Sorry. You must think I’m such a baby.”

He smiled. “Not at all. I think you’ve had too hard a life for one so young. How old are you?”

She had to think about it, which was embarrassing. He didn’t seem to mind her hesitation while she considered the answer.

“Um…twenty summers at least. My mother said I was born in summer. Just after Beltane.”

“Only twenty?”

She couldn’t help her spurt of annoyance at the disappointment in his voice. “Well, I haven’t been counting. Could be more but for certain not less.”

He looked at her with surprise before chuckling and placing a swift kiss on her lips. “No need to get upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“All right. Do you have any idea how old I am?”

“Uh…”

“Well, I have no real age, I suppose, since I was formed fully as I am and not as a babe.”

“I’d heard that was so.”

“Yes. The same for my brothers. We’ve protected the realm for nearly seventy summers.”

“Seventy?”

She couldn’t hide her shock but he just grinned. “I look pretty good for my age, eh?”

That made her laugh. “Well…yes.”

He kissed her again. “And you are absolutely delectable, my little star.”

She really liked it when he called her that. It warmed something inside her she’d thought would always be left cold by the harshness of her life. It also reminded her of when she was very small and some of her earliest memories. They were good ones, back when her mother acted like one and not some wanton woman who couldn’t care less for her only child. She would take Astrid out to the fields and they would lie in the grass. Her mother had told her she was named after the stars and they twinkled just for her as if to say hello to one of their own.