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“Fuck! Jack, please!” Cordelia cries as Lucky Jack thrusts into her mercilessly.
It was hot. So very hot. Not just the grumpy, but earnest man above her, bending her in half, but the world around her--inside her--was hot.
Burning hot enough that tears spilled down her cheeks and still she grinds back down. Meeting every one of his thrusts with a desperate clench of her cunt.
“Gods, Blondie, ya killin’ me ‘ere.” Jack groans into her ear.
Sweat beads on her face, dripping down her jaw to trail down her neck. Jack sticks his tongue out and licks a hot trail up her trachea. Making her sing.
One hand clings to the back of Jack's vest, the other she wraps up in his long, greasy black hair, fingers digging into the magma plates there and pulls.
“Fuck!” The fire genasi cries out, his thrusts stuttering out of rhythm.
Cordelia was hot, so fucking hot. Her body on fire in a way she's never experienced. Not just the coil of pleasure growing tighter and tighter just below her navel, but Jack's cock inside her making her feel like she is being burned from the inside out
And she wants more.
“More, Jack. Don't–don’t make me ask twice.” She pants into his mouth as she drags him down into an open mouth kiss, sucking on his tongue, hoping it burns. Hoping it leaves a scar.
Lucky Jack growls something deep in his chest before he pulls out of her completely.
Before she even has a chance to protest, Jack yanks her further down the bedroll, hiking her knees up over his shoulders, one hand--the rough magma plated hand that burns like the flame of Auralis--presses down just below her neck. His other hand guides his cock back into her and she keens like a wounded bird into the cool morning air.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. Takin’ me so good.” Jack grunts, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. “Gonna fill you up so good, gonna feel it drippin’ out of you all the way to Derriten.”
Cordelia whines, squirming on his cock. Torn between trying to claw away from the feverish heat between them or wanting to succumb beneath the flames.
The ground is hard and cold against her back even through the bedroll, the occasional breeze cools the sweat on her forehead only for it to be quickly replaced.
“Jack, please!” She doesn't even know what she's begging for. For him to stop? For him to never pull away, not even for a breath?
That coil wraps tighter and tighter, cinching her ankles behind his neck, racing up her spine to wrap her throat like a choker.
The searing image of Jack's hand sliding up from her collarbones, to plant around her throat, to brand his handprint into her pale flesh for all to see that she belonged to him.
The hickies covering her bare breasts weren't enough. She needed more.
Cordelia yanks his hair again, forcing a punched out moan for the man's throat. She pulls and pulls until Jack finally jerks his head up from her chest to meet her eyes.
No words leave her as their eyes meet. She just wills him to understand what she wants, what she needs.
She's so close.
“Please.” Barely a whisper in the cold breeze.
A fire--pun intended--reignites in Lucky Jack. His steady thrusts soon turn borderline vicious as he drives into her, striking that spongy spot inside her with the same precision he applies to his work.
Another thing for him to take apart and put back together again.
Cordelia’s spine arches off the ground as she comes with a shout. Body tenses like a bowstring as waves of pleasure rocket through her. And yet Jack keeps moving. Efforts redoubled, chasing his own release. He kisses into her slacked mouth, memorizing her taste with his tongue.
“Let it go, Blondie. I gotcha.”
His hand slides up to her neck, just below her jaw, calloused fingers dipping into those barely there divots over her veins and arteries.
Her heartbeat echoes in her ears.
Jack does not squeeze, but the weight of him, the heft and strength of his hand holding her down is exactly what she needs. What she craves.
The noises above her grow louder, the teeth on her shoulder grow sharper, each thrust strikes harder and harder. She knows she'll feel the phantom presence of his cock in her cunt for days to come.
With a snap of his hips, burying him deep inside of her, Jack comes with a muffed shout, his sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder meet.
Cordelia comes again with a cry as she feels Jack cum inside her, and it's so fucking hot! It burns and burns deep inside her that she knows she needs to experience this ecstasy every day for the rest of her life or she'll go mad.
They lay there panting for a while. Muscles growing pleasantly sore, sweat quickly cooling in the morning air.
A comfortable silence settles over them.
Unwillingly, Jack carefully lowers her legs back to the ground one at a time, cautious to not hurt her.
She eyes him with an impish grin.
“What?” Jack asks as he goes to pull out, but Cordelia doesn't let him get far, hooking a leg back around his waist.
“How much longer do you think Goniant and Skye are going to be gone?”
Jack shrugs, but a smirk blooms over his face. He leans forward to press a gentle kiss between her breasts. “Dunno. Why? You got somethin’ in mind?”
He rocks his hips gently back into her.
“I have a few ideas.”