cribellate | Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[ She shouldn't be impressed. He's a boy who's been given everything and continues to expect it. But Rose feels a thrill up her spine at his haughty arrogance and a tingling between her legs at the promise of what's to come. She smiles sweetly as she takes his hand and they move to the elevator bank, the innocence on her face lasting only until the mirrored doors close and they are alone.

She pushes him against those doors, her body pressing firmly to his. There's a smirk at her wicked mouth. ]

Such a good boy.

Am I?

[He takes her hand and pressed it back between his legs. His erection is working back up, twitching under her fingers.]

You should give me a reward for it.

[ The elevator thrums around them, soft jazz filtering through the speakers as Rose drags her fingertips over the shape of him inside his trousers. ]

Maybe I will.

[ Her pretty red mouth finds it's way inches from his, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. ] What does a boy like you think a reward should be?

I told you. I want you to blow me.

[He presses a hand to the back of her head, his fingers in her hair, to press their mouths together. He kisses like a promise. He really wants a fucking blowjob.]

Come on, Rose.

[He rocks his hips up.]

I'm hard for you.

[ He's very persuasive with his tongue. Rose sometimes hates how persuasive. Because a kiss should not have her wanting to drop to her knees in a classy person's elevator.

She's saved by the bell though, the ding of their arrival, and she grabs a hold of his shirt so he doesn't just topple through the sliding doors. ] Sweetheart, you're always hard for me.

[ The first time she saw him, she'd been taking her clothes off. Of course he is. ]

[He would have stopped the elevator, given the chance.

He reaches for her, grabs her to almost carry her down the hall.]

Yeah, it's starting to be a real problem.

[Well, a 'problem', at any rate.]

[ She's laughing at him as he lifts her off her feet, and then when he's opening the hotel door she palms his ass from behind. It's ridiculous and scandalous, but jesus, does she want him. Rose's grin is wicked as she kicks the door closed with a heeled shoe and then she's reaching for him.

Her hands settle at his hips and pull until there's little room between them. Then she sinks to her knees. Rose presses her cheek to the shape of his growing erection, just nuzzling him for a long moment. ]

It's a good thing I'm a problem solver.

Jesus and all the saints.

[But she is beautiful there, kneeling at his feet, her face against him. He should feel badly about this; he should hate himself for it. But the self-loathing in Declan doesn't ever manifest in moments like his, and he's grateful for that. He threads his fingers in her hair and tugs a little so she's looking up at him.]

You're a glorious thing.

[ She smiles up at him, and if he didn't know her very well he'd think she was the depiction of an angel. But there's wickedness in her eyes and her palms are sliding up his thighs and to the waistband of his trousers. ]

I like to think so.

[ His button gets popped, his zipper tugged down. Rose presses her nose to the curve of his cock through the fabric of his briefs. She then tugs those down over his hips, leaving them in a pool around his ankles. Her breath skates over his flushed skin. ]

Mm. I've missed this.

[ She presses a kiss to the base of his cock. ]

[He shoulders his coat off, tosses it, but doesn't stop looking at her. She's nuzzling him like it's the best thing she could do, like she loves it, and maybe she does. It certainly doesn't hurt his ego any to watch.]

You're telling me.

[He runs his fingers through her hair, tugs on it lightly, and moves his hips so his cock rubs against her lips.]

[ Rose loves how he reacts to her. He's still haughty, still sees himself as a young God, but when they're fucking or about to, it's always a partnership. They're in this together.

He rubs his cock against her lips and she responds with licking along the shape of a vein there, rising on her knees to follow it all the way to the head where she tongues his slit. Rose presses against the sensitive skin there before blowing on it, her fingers curling around him to keep it in place.

When her lips seal around his tip she hums before sucking lightly. ]

[He makes a noise of desperation, and his fingers tighten in her hair. Her mouth is just as good as her cunt, and here he gets a fucking incredible vista of her mouth stretched out around him. God, he loves this, but the reason it's good is because he can't really wait to get his hands on her, to have her screaming under him, or above him, he doesn't care, it doesn't matter, so long as she gets an orgasm out of it.

That's really what he wants to give her - an orgasm.

He lets out of his breath in measured amounts, and his hips stutter a bit, buck up into her mouth.]

[ The noise he makes sends a pulse of longing through her so strong that she can feel it between her legs, her free hand sliding beneath her skirt to press against the fabric of underwear. Rose licks at him eagerly, sweeping her tongue over the shape of his cock before swallowing it back down.

Her teeth drag lightly against sensitive skin, her thumb rubbing light circles at the space between his balls.

He's a delight, strong and lean and tall above her. He's pretty like this, and the noises she can drag from him are the kind that she imagines in the middle of the night. ]

[He moans again, and then pulls her up by tugging on her hair, so she's off him, and then bends over to pick her up. He's lean and deceptively strong.]

I want-

[He kisses her, then, whatever his want was getting swallowed by her mouth, and his mouth on hers, and he's pushing her against the door, his hand fumbling up her skirt to press his fingers against damp fabric and then to push it aside to push his fingers inside of her.]

Christ, you're so wet.

[ Rose locks her legs around his waist, her arms slung over his shoulders to let her grip him by the hair. She is wet, and ready, and so when he pushes his fingers inside of her she clenches around them eagerly. ]

Mm. All for you, baby.

[ It's cheap, she sounds like a whore. But that's what he likes. ]

[It is what he likes. He pushes her against the wall, presses his fingers into her, fucks her on his fingers.]

I'm going to make you come, Rose.

[He leans in, and rubs her clit with his thumb, and kisses her on jaw.]

I'm going to do it more than once, and you're going to beg for it.

[ There's no way to mask the shudder of anticipation that rocks through her body and so she simply pulls Declan's head closer by the grip in his hair and trails her lips over his jaw to where she can breath at his ear. ]

Promises, promises.

[ Her body pulses, more warmth rising to her skin. She's fairly sure she's flushed and wrecked already and there's still more to come. ]

I hate words. How about you fuck me already?

[He takes his fingers out of her and fumbles a minute, finds a condom, slides it on, and then he's pressing her up against the wall and pushing his way into her. It's fast and it's hard and his hands are up on her thighs, holding her open and apart for him.]

No more words then-

[He says it and presses his mouth to her neck, to her mouth. The noise he's making with her against the wall is deafening and he doesn't care.]

[ There's something about the wildness the two of them inspire. They each have a hunger in them that only the other can match.

When Declan pushes into her, Rose can only clutch him by the shoulders, hold on as he shifts and takes up the pace. Her heel bounces half on her foot before it drops to the floor, her skirt rucked up around her pale thighs. She bites at his throat, momentarily forgetting to leave him in his pristine state. Rose's moan is a wicked thing, a harmony to the rattle of the door behind them. Whatever poor soul wanders past is going to know exactly what's going on behind this closed door.

And she doesn't care. ]

[He fucks up into her and tilts his head down a bit, not even caring about the mark, not even working the way around how he'll explain the bruise of Rose's teeth, because he doesn't care. She moans and it goes straight to his cock, and it makes him move his hips faster, it makes him growl against her.

They're slamming into the door, and he doesn't care, he doesn't care about the way she moans because it's so fucking good. He reaches between them and rubs his hand against her clit, rotates his fingers there, and pushes into her, over and over-

-he can't last long. He can't, when she feels so good, when she's been so good. His orgasm rips through him with a low sound that hooks up out of his belly.]

[ He's relentless.

He's a whirlwind, a storm, a fire. Rose clutches at his shoulders, her shoulders aching from where they're pressed into the doorway. She'll be sore all over later, hurt in her thighs and between her legs. She'll remember this and touch herself again, thinking about him and how good he makes her feel.

For now she doesn't think. His fingers are on her clit and her cunt feels tight and hot and hungry. He comes and she lets one hand fall from his shoulder to curl around his wrist, keep him moving against her even as his orgasm robs him of higher faculties. It doesn't take long, Rose's head falling back with a thunk and her body shaking through it. She's panting as she smiles. ]

I've missed that.

[He tilts his head and kisses her, blinking through the shuddering remains of his orgasm.]

Mm. Ashley's out of town next week. Visiting her mom.

If you want to see more of me.

[He'll have class but it frees him up substantially.]

[ She's back on her feet by then and she takes a long, lingering look of him, a smirk plastered across her pretty face. ]

Oh, I could do that. [ Her fingers walk over his chest, a tease in it. ] I wouldn't want you getting lonely.

Aren't you sweet?

[He laughs a little, and pulls her back, pulls her towards the bed by her hips.]

Do you want to stay?

In this fancy hotel with such a fancy boy?

[ Does she want to stay?

In answer she smirks and dances out of his grip to throw herself on to the bed, hair fanning everywhere, a pleased smile on her lips. ]

Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

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I LOST THIS NOTIF APPARENTLY??? unless it never came, who knows.

God damn it DW

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