Cheap Whiskey from the Corner Shop - Part 2
Malcolm woke up shortly before 5.30am, Grey asleep beside him, snoring lightly with her mouth open. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shared his bed with someone like this. He’d had what could be charitably referred to as flings, but never here and they’d never really involved staying the night, they certainly hadn’t involved quite so much confusion or laying there looking at the woman beside him. Christ she was young, absolutely gorgeous, funny and, yeah, okay a bit of a mess psychologically speaking, but he could hardly talk, but for some reason she was in his bed. For some reason she’d travelled across London late at night just to see him and while he was trying to convince himself the night before had been nothing but the product of alcohol and loneliness on her part he wasn’t entirely convinced about that.She’d said too many things, too many incredibly nice things that he really wasn’t sure he believed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this had been a bad idea though. She looked so young lying there, naked beside him, he’d been her superior for a year, had he somehow taken advantage? Okay so she’d made the first move (although admittedly last night hadn’t even really been the first move, that had happened over a year ago) but did she really know what she was doing?
Carefully he shifted, trying to extract himself from the arm thrown over his chest. With a disgruntled moan Grey tightened her arm around him and rolled closer to the warmth of his body.
Malcolm stilled instantly, he especially wasn’t used to women trying to keep him in bed, he had no idea how to get out of this situation, or how much he actually wanted to come to think of it.
“Grey,” he said quietly, not entirely sure if she was actually awake or not.
“Mmmm.”
“Mind if I have my body back, darling?”
She opened one eye, and moved her leg across his. “Mmmm.”
“Sorry was that you do mind?”
“It’s Sunday,” she pointed out, curling around him, far too comfortable and tired and in Malcolm Tucker’s bed. Things felt incredibly simple here, just like they had last night, though that may have had something to do with her still being at least half asleep.
“You think I get days off? Really?”
Frowning Grey opened both eyes, looking sidelong at him. “What time is it?”
“Half five.”
“Are you shitting me? It’s half five on a Sunday morning and you’re planning on getting up and working?” Clearly she’d underestimated exactly how dedicated to the job he was, and while she didn’t think she was enough to keep him in bed she felt a little offended he was so eager to leave.
“Aye, well it’s what I normally do.”
“Right, yeah,” she said, removing her limbs from his body. “I’ll be off then,” she said, sitting up and looking round for her clothes, trying to ignore how quickly everything had turned to shit. Oh well five hours naked with Malcolm Tucker was better than no hours naked with him, now she just had to get dressed, get on the tube, go home and try and work out what the fuck she was supposed to do now. Go back to masturbating over the thought of him probably. That was healthy, right? At least she had some actual memories rather than just fantasies now.
Malcolm winced. That had probably come out wrong, and now she was talking about leaving, perhaps he’d just given her the perfect excuse, but she really hadn’t seemed in a rush to leave until he’d started treating this morning just like every other, as if she wasn’t here, in his bed, her clothes strewn across his bedroom floor
“Any idea what happened to my pants,” she asked, getting out of bed to look for them.
There weren’t a lot of times in Malcolm’s life when he considered himself to be an idiot, that thought was mostly reserved for other people, almost all other people in fact, but as he lay there in bed, watching the way Grey searched his room, completely naked and confident about that fact it was the only word that seemed to apply. Fuck. He didn’t do apologies, not unless forced by the PM, the word ‘sorry’ tended to stick in his throat, but he knew if he didn’t do something that would be it, she’d leave and he didn’t know how many chances she’d give him, nor did he want to find out.
The leap out of bed wasn’t nearly as graceful as it had been in his head, but Grey trying not to laugh at him was better than the blank look she’d been wearing before. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, moaning against her lips as she kissed him back just as she had the night before, one hand running over his back. Christ she really did like him, didn’t she? Even like this in the cold light of day after he’d been such an insensitive prick, but in fairness it couldn’t have been a huge surprise, could it?
“This my goodbye?” she asked, breaking the kiss reluctantly.
“More your fancy coming to bed and reminding me what normal people do on Sunday mornings?”
Grey looked at him like he was crazy. “If you’re hoping for normal, Malc, you’re shit out of luck. I do know no one in their right mind’s out of bed at this time though, or in fact awake, unless they’re coming back from a club.” She shook her head and yawned.
“If you want to go back to sleep I can always leave you to it for a while. I really do have a fuck ton of work to do, honestly you wouldn’t believe the level of fuck-ups I’m working with.”
“I think I would, I was at DoSAC for a year.” She leant up and kissed him more gently this time. “Yeah, okay, if you’re one of those fucking weird morning people I’m always hearing about. I mean I could be convinced to stay awake but…I might be a little more active in a few hours.”
They were perfectly innocent words, but the way Grey said them made Malcolm’s cock stir. “What time do you want me to wake you up?”
“As long as you can wait?”
“You realise there’s every possibility I’ll completely forget about you once I start working, don’t you?” There was no point in lying, not to her, she knew he was a workaholic, didn’t she? It was probably better to just be honest from the start, if that was even what this was.
“Then I guess I’ll have to come and get you.”
Five hours later Grey woke up of her own accord, completely alone in Malcolm’s bed. With a groan she dragged herself out of it and went into the living room to find Malcolm hunched over his laptop surrounded by papers, a mug and a cafetiere . Grey stood close to the sofa, completely naked with her hands on her hips waiting a few seconds to see if he’d notice her before she coughed pointedly.
“Forgetting anything?”
“Fuck, Grey!” He looked over at her, eyes wide.
“In one,” she replied with a bit of a smile. She couldn’t be annoyed. He’d warned her and she knew exactly what he was like, she’d seen it first hand more times than she could count, plus she had only just woken up, she needed a bit more time to manage annoyed.
“Just give me fifteen minutes. I’m just in the middle of something, if I stop now I’ll lose where I am and it’ll take me another fucking hour to unravel this fucking mess.”
“Fine. Have you eaten anything?” She looked slightly confused that the words had left her mouth. Had he eaten? Okay so she’d noticed the distinct lack of plate amidst the rest of the organised chaos surrounding him, but what did it have to do with her? Malcolm was a fully grown man, he’d managed to survive this long. Plus what was she going to do? Make him breakfast? She didn’t even make herself breakfast. She generally grabbed a biscuit on her way out of the house.
“No, but I’m fine. Don’t worry about it just…go back to bed. I’ll be in in a while, promise.”
She wanted to protest, she was already doubting he’d be in when he’d said but she’d give him a chance, and if he wasn’t back in bed in a hour she’d get dressed, go home and contemplate the fact she really, really liked a man that would always chose work over shagging her.
Half an hour later the door to Malcolm’s room opened and he entered, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it aside as he kicked the door shut. There was still work to do, but he wasn’t a complete idiot and he knew Grey wasn’t the type of woman that would just wait around all day for him to have time for her, nor should she have to be. She was better than that.
“You’re late.”
“Aye well you know what traffic’s like this time of day,” he replied, pulling his boxers off before slipping back into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her and rolling her onto her back. “So this gender equality thing you’re always going on about,” he said, looking down at her as one hand explored her body much more confidently than it had the night before. “Think that implies I get to go on top now, don’t you, darling?”
Grey laughed slightly, stretching out beneath him and tangling her legs with his. “You didn’t enjoy last night?”
“Oh I fucking loved last night,” he admitted, pressing closer, already hardening, thoughts of work having shifted to the back of his mind, replaced by memories of the night before. “I just thought since equality was your thing…”
“I’ll be honest, Malc, I’m not actually all that fussy when it comes to positions,” she leant up, kissed him deeply and pulled him further down with her as she raised her hips to meet his, “I just sort of want you fucking me again.”
“Patience, darling,” he said, his hand moving to her hip, gently guiding her body back down on to the mattress.
“Patience?” she repeated as if the word was a foreign concept to her.
“I thought you were meant to be reminding me what normal people do on a Sunday morning, isn’t this the sort of thing?” His thumb trailed over her hip bone as he spoke. “I want to be kept in bed,” he admitted quietly. “I want to lose the rest of the morning to you.”
“Malc,” she said, her voice slightly shaky. This wasn’t how she’d expected him to be, not in any of the hundred fantasies she’d created about him, It was strange, hearing words like that coming out of his mouth, but she couldn’t protest, it sounded like her idea of heaven - a whole morning spent naked in bed with Malcolm Tucker. Or the next hour, since it was already 11am.
He smiled as he leant in to kiss her neck. She was still here, still here and now completely sober and just as keen as she’d been the night before. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, he didn’t have anything to worry about right now apart from making sure she came.
He pulled back to look at her, sliding his hand slowly over the curve of her waist as he gazed down at her laying there in his bed smiling up at him like he was something special. It was ridiculous really if he stopped to properly think about it, she was smart and funny, she didn’t take any of Ollie’s bollocks, even her run ins with Jamie hadn’t phased her, not to mention all the things he’d said to her. She was gorgeous too. He hadn’t really had much of a chance to take everything in the night before. He’d been too shocked and then she’d been too close for him to really get a proper look at her, to really take her in. Now though he could. Now he had nothing else to distract him from the sight of her beneath him, all pale skin and ridges of bones. He hand glided over her rib cage, fingers dancing against each rib beneath her skin. If he hadn’t watched her wolf down takeaways whenever she’d been at Downing Street he might have worried she didn’t eat properly. She wasn’t stick thin though, he remembered his hands on her thighs the night before while she’d fucked him in a way he hadn’t been fucked in over twenty years. They were powerful and muscular, as were her arms. Oh yeah, she was stronger than she looked, strong and forceful and…his cock twitched as his mind ran away with itself, and he moved his hand to her chest. Laid down there was barely anything there, the slightest hint of breast but her nipples were hard, almost as if they were trying to get his attention. Gently he rolled one between his fingers, watching Grey’s face carefully for any negative reaction, trying to work out what she liked, what she wanted, though he suspected she’d have absolutely no problems telling him what that was, especially if she didn’t like something. Slowly he pinched it, increasing the pressure as she let out a hiss of pain and arched her back slightly.
“You want me to stop, Grey?” he asked quietly, licking his lips, suddenly aware he was leaving her other breast out and very much wanting to rectify that.
“No,” she said far too desperately for her own liking. This hadn’t been what she’d had in mind. Him taking control was one thing, but this was torture. How was she supposed to assert her dominance when he had this effect on her?
He smiled a little sadistically at the tone of her voice and pinched her nipple again, harder this time. Again she hissed, but now he knew she liked it it was more obviously a pleasured sound. Dipping his head he took her other nipple into his mouth, sucking against it for a moment before he bit down without warning.
“Fuck!” she cried, as his eyes darted up to see her face, to make sure she was still okay.
Grey smiled, as if she knew what that look meant and slipped her leg over his waist, pulling him a little closer as his fingers and teeth sent near constant jolts of electricity between her legs and it became increasingly difficult to breathe normally. When he stopped, soothing the pain with his tongue, gently lapping against her stinging nipples she had to press her lips together to stop herself from whining in disappointment.
“I take it you’re a bit more comfortable with this whole thing now then. yeah?” she asked with a bit of a laugh.
Malcolm laughed too, his large hands covering and caressing her breasts. “Aye well I figure if you’re foolish enough to want to be here with me, without any vodka or whiskey in your system I’d be a fucking madman not to take advantage of that fact, wouldn’t I?”
“Well y’know I didn’t like to say that but yeah, a little bit. So…have I been patient enough yet?” Didn’t he have work to be doing? Why was he wasting time doing all this when all she really wanted was to feel the weight of him on top of her while he fucked her? Wasn’t he supposed to be an incredibly busy man?
Malcolm laughed again, slightly mocking as he shook his head and ran his fingers over her nipples, noting how hot they felt against them. “I haven’t even started yet,” he admitted, voice low and slightly threatening. The tone she’d heard dozens of times used against ministers when they’d fucked up so badly shouting wasn’t going to cut it.
Oh fuck.
“I’m gonna make you fucking beg me to fuck you, darling,” he informed her.
Grey moaned at the thought, something that took her completely by surprise. This wasn’t what she thought about at night when she was alone in bed. This wasn’t what did it for her. She’d never been good with delayed gratification, she’d certainly never been good with self control and patience and she’d thought Malcolm would be the same. That he’d come back to bed and fuck her without spending too much time tormenting her first. He had more important things to be doing than her, didn’t he? But now here she was, with him looking at her like he was going to devour her, telling her he was going to make her beg and she was pretty sure she’d never been quite this turned on in her life. Fucking Malcolm Tucker!
“Please don’t.”
Malcolm smiled that same sadistic smile, then dipped his head, kissing his way up her neck gently until his mouth was at her ear. “You get points for the ‘please’ but sorry, darling. I’m afraid I cannot acquiesce to your request.”
Acquiesce? All Grey could think about was the throbbing between her legs and the look on Malcolm’s face and he was using the word ‘acquiesce’? She wasn’t even sure what it meant but she was pretty certain it boiled down to a no. Smug bastard.
“Malcolm.”
He smiled against her skin and bit down very lightly. “Yes, darling?”
“Seriously.”
He pulled away just enough to be able to see her face, so he could actually talk to her properly. “Fine, maybe I don’t need you to beg, but I’m sorry, darling I’m not just going to fuck you. Last night was great and everything but…” he shook his head and trailed off.
“But what?” she asked a little worried. Had she done something wrong? Had he lied earlier when he said he’d loved it? Had she been aggressive? Too aggressive?
“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”
“Malc, please.”
“Do you know how much time I spend doing things I enjoy, Grey?” he asked.
“Well I assumed you enjoyed bollocking idiots, so the majority of your life?” she suggested, sitting up slightly. She didn’t like having conversations when she was flat on her back, it just felt sort of wrong.
Malcolm let out a snort of laughter. “It’s a different kind of enjoyment. I mean things I do just for me. Things I want to do. None, absolutely no fucking time at all. And now you’re here, in my fucking bed, all…smooth and soft and naked and fucking….moaning and I don’t want to go and sort out those fucking reports in my living room. I want to be here, in bed with you. I have never had this long to do something I want to, there hasn’t even been anything I’ve wanted to do for this long. I want to take my time. I don’t want to rush it. I want to know what every fucking part of you feels like, what every part of you tastes like. I don’t want to just fuck you and go back to work.”
Grey just looked at him for a moment, trying to work out what to say. It was kind of depressing really, but not surprising. She’d known Malcolm long enough to know he didn’t exactly have any hobbies or free time and he didn’t deserve that. He had such a stressful job he should have something to help him let off steam. “You can have me as long as you want, you know?” she admitted. “You could fuck me right now, and I’d still keep you here. I’ve waited so fucking long for this, Malcolm, if you think I’m letting you out of bed the second you’ve come you’re mistaken.”
“We’ve.”
“Sorry?”
“We’ve. The second we’ve come,” he corrected. “I still owe you one, from last night.” It had all happened a bit too quickly for him to actually have had chance to see to her the night before, plus it had been a while since he’d had sex with anyone, let alone someone so utterly gorgeous and talented in that department.
“I’m not keeping count here.”
“Just as well I am then, isn’t it? Oh and just so you know I don’t mind being in credit,” he admitted, running his hand slowly down her side and up over the leg still around his waist and guiding it back down on to the bed, legs parted slightly beneath him as he moved his hand to the inside of her leg, his fingers dancing idly across her thigh.
“Malc…please.”
“That’s it, darling. Say it again.”
“Bastard.”
His hand stilled and he smiled patronisingly at her. “What was that?”
“I called you a bastard. Because you’re a bastard.”
“Is this news to you, Grey?” Was he supposed to be something else for her? She’d come here knowing what he was like, she wasn’t stupid. She couldn’t possibly expect him to become someone lovely and caring and gentle for her, could she? If that was what she wanted why the hell would she want him?
“No,” she admitted with a smile. She knew exactly what he was like. Last night, when she’d been in charge and he’d been uncertain and almost shy had clearly lulled her into a false sense of security. Fooled her into thinking Malcolm Tucker would be the sub she’d sometimes imagined him to be, when really he was Malcolm F Tucker, the magnificent bastard that just about everyone in the government and media was frightened of. The Malcolm Tucker she’d fallen a little bit in love with over a year ago. She couldn’t say she was that annoyed.
“Then say it again.”
She wondered what would happen if she flat out refused. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t going to beg. He wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t get out of bed if she didn’t say please, would he? Not after what he’d said about wanting to take his time with her, about ignoring work so he could do this. Only the thing was while part of her wanted to refuse there was another part that wanted to play along. This was just a game after all. Him testing her, asserting his masculinity, his alpha male credentials after she’d initiated everything last night. It was Malcolm reminding her of who he was, what he was like.
She turned her head, kissing just below his ear. “Please,” she whispered, opening her legs a little more, tilting her hips closer to him.
She’d said it. She’d actually fucking said it! He’d half expected a slap, or at least a glare and he’d have taken either and still done whatever she wanted him to. She even sounded like she meant it. Jesus! It was enough to make him moan as he felt himself harden, his cock brushing against her pubic hair and he knew she’d be able to feel him, be able to feel the effect the word was having on him, so it didn’t surprise him all that much when she said it again, her breath warm against his ear. As a reward he moved his hand again, up to the crook at the top of her thigh, as his fingers stroked the sensitive skin there, her hair brushing against the back of them.
“Malc, please,” she said, the irritation clear in her voice.
“You know this is the problem with the youth of today, no fucking patience. They just want everything right fucking now, constant fucking stimulation.” As he spoke he moved his hand inwards, delicately touching between her legs, surprised at just how hot and wet she was already without him even touching her. “Constant, stimulation.” He slid one long, slender finger inside her on the last word, smiling as she moaned desperately.
“What do you say, darling?”
Grey stared at him. Was she supposed to thank him now? Seriously? “Fuck off,” she muttered with as much feeling as she could manage, which was barely any..
Malcolm laughed. He knew he’d been pushing it. He’d been pushing it for a while now, and her reaction was perfect. Oh he wouldn’t have minded a thank you, but ‘fuck off’ was much more appropriate really, and he sort of loved the fact that she’d said it. “That’s my girl,” he said crooking his finger and slowly starting to move it in and out, watching the way her nose wrinkled slightly and her lips parted as she looked at him.
That’s my girl. The words rang in her head. She was supposed to hate things like that. It was patronising and possessive, but the way he said it, the fact her telling him to fuck off got that response, well it changed everything and she just wanted to hear it again. She wanted to say something, she wanted to say a million things. To start a conversation about them, about whether they were actually going to do this, or if he’d just lost himself in the moment, but now really wasn’t the time, not when she was feeling so dizzy and a part of his anatomy was finally inside her. Instead she pressed closer, moving her leg back round his waist as he propped himself up with his free arm to be able to look at her properly again, so he could see her body and her expressions while he attempted to make her come. He wanted to see her, wanted to know what she looked like at the moment of orgasm.
Still he was in no real hurry, not when she looked and felt so incredibly good. not when she seemed unwilling to even blink as she kept her eyes on him as she breathed deeply, the odd little sound of pleasure escaping her lips every so often, sounds he was pretty certain she was trying not to make. He wanted to hear more, of course. The sounds she’d made the night before had been all well and good, but he wanted her to really lose control of herself, he wanted her unable to breathe properly just like she’d done to him.
And so he sped up the movement of his finger. a second joining the first. And fuck she was tight.
“You know you can just close your eyes if you want, don’t you?” he pointed out, surprised by how thick his own voice sounded, his Glaswegian accent a little stronger than usual.
Grey gave him a shaky smile, her leg tightening around his waist as she reached up with her left hand to touch him, his shoulder, his neck, his face and finally tangling in his hair.
“And why the fuck would I wanna do...that,” she said quietly, pausing as her breath caught when his fingers brushed against her g-spot.
“So you can focus on what I’m doing. So you don’t have anything to put you off.”
Did he mean something about himself? Did he honestly still not get it? Fucks sake, the man really was an idiot, wasn’t he? “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, beginning to move her hips with his hand, though she was half waiting for him to stop her, to use his free hand to encourage her to keep still, only he didn’t, thank god.
“I sometimes have trouble keeping my eyes open when I come,” she said, voice now just as shaky as her smile. as her hand at the back of his head applied a little pressure to bring him closer to her. “Wanna make sure I’ve got a good mental picture if I have to close them,” she finished, leaning up to kiss him for only a second.
Perhaps he should have known really, the look on her face seemed like something very close to adoration, or perhaps that was just how she looked in the midst of pleasure.
She exhaled in laughter. “God I’m gonna give you such a fucking ego,” she promised. still watching him as she gave up on even trying to keep any sounds to herself. What was the point? She began to breathe more heavily, her mouth agape as Malcolm adjusted his position to sit beside her, his free hand moving between her legs, his middle finger finding and rubbing against her clit slowly in no time at all.
There was a long, shuddering drawn out sigh from Grey, her hand tightening in his hair and Malcolm knew she was getting close. His fingers sped up, his eyes on her the whole time, the way her lips quirked and her nose twitched, the rise and fall of her chest, and still she was looking at him, so stubborn. He was once again taken by how beautiful she was, how young and he really wanted to tell her, here in this moment, but he couldn’t of course. Wouldn’t. He was Malcolm Tucker, he didn’t tell women they were beautiful, not even women less than half his age currently on the edge of orgasm.
“Go on,” he whispered, “Go on, darling. The sooner you come the sooner I can fuck you.” He smirked at her, all arrogance and a little bit of faux distain.
She was so close she could feel it, the burning in the pit of her stomach as she looked at him, unwilling to even blink. She hadn’t had time to really savour things the night before. Hadn’t had chance to just take in the sight of him, to really focus on what they were doing, on the fact she was really here with him, no rushing.. And god he was wonderful, the look on his face as he watched her. Her hand curled in his hair as she bit her lip. as she fought to keep her eyes open and locked on him.
“Go on,” he said again, the digit on her clit speeding up, rubbing against her more firmly “close your eyes, darling, let go.”
Her body tensed as she finally gave up, closing her eyes as her muscles pulsed around his fingers, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she began to buck against his fingers, mouth open and breathing ragged as she came around his fingers right in front him, and god she looked good, so out of control, because of him. After a few moments, when it seemed her orgasm was easing he slowed his fingers. carefully removing them from her, still watching her as she opened her eyes, smiling slowly up at him, as she moved her hand from his neck down to his back. Still watching each other he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean with a groan.
It was upsetting how incredibly sexy he looked. The way he licked those beautiful, long fingers of his and she was sure he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Not bad, darling,”” he said, his head tilted as he looked down at her, almost examining her. He leant in, kissing her slowly, smiling against her lips as her tongue ran over his own, tasting herself. “Now you don’t mind if I spend the next half an hour or so between your thighs, do you?”
Grey hit him half heartedly. “You promised me a shag,” she pointed out. “Don’t make me beg.”
Malcolm laughed, “Some other time then, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she agreed. Under any other circumstance she probably would have been all too eager to have him where he’d offered, but she just wanted him on top of her, inside her.
“So…” he trailed off, moving so he was straddling her, looking down at her like she was the prey and he the predator. “This better for you?” He moved his hands slowly over every inch of her body, coming to a rest at her hips.
She looked up at him, feeling his weight on top of her, but not how she wanted it, not where she wanted it.
“Almost,” she admitted, sitting up a little. “I’d rather you a bit lower down though. between my legs.” She stopped and shook her head, why was not just saying what she wanted? It was ridiculous. “I want you fucking me, Malc, “ she said. “I want you completely on top of me. Just...fucking hell you’re the most difficult man to shag I’ve ever met!”
Malcolm smiled, inching his way down, until the mattress was beneath him rather than her body, kneeling between her legs as he looked down at her, a look of thinly veiled frustration on her face. She was too wonderful like this. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at him like that, with such need, actually he wasn’t sure anyone ever had.
He smiled as he shifted, lowering himself back down on top of her, positioning himself against her but stopping with the tip of his cock against her as he reached up to move her hair away from her face. “Tell me you want me to fuck you again,” he said quietly, his smile all arrogance.
Grey moved her leg, hooking it over his waist, her heel digging into his back as she pulled herself up, propping herself up on her elbows as she tilted her hips a little closer. “You’re such a cunt,” she told him, closing the space between them and kissing him hungrily. She’d let him take control for far too long now, and honestly all this waiting, all these mind games were driving her crazy.
Malcolm moaned against her lips, kissing her back as he gave up on holding back, on making her wait as he thrust into her slowly, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her closer. The night before had been a blur, everything had happened so quickly, so frantically, but now, now he could really focus on everything, on how good she felt against him. How smooth her skin was, the faintest lingering of her perfume on her skin. He kept his lips against hers as he continued to move, slow and steadily, just enjoying the feeling of her, so hot, and tight against him. He held her against him, feeling the pounding of her heart against his chest. Finally he pulled back, gasping for breath as he looked at her, her gaze unwavering, a smile curving her lips.
“You took your time,” she said, just as breathless as he was, her body moving with his as she reached up, her fingers curling into his hair.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he said, still thrusting into her.
“Arrogant fucker.”
“Sorry, darling, it’s just that there’s this fucking gorgeous lunatic that apparently wants my body, hard not to be, you know?”
Grey laughed, her muscles pulsing around him as she did making Malcolm moan at the sensation as he began to speed up. He’d used all the restraint he’d had already, and now he’d finally given in it was incredibly difficult to hold back.
Her hand tightened in his hair, the free one gripping his shoulder, clinging to him as she matched his pace. her eyes still, always, locked on him. Last night there’d been the cloud of alcohol, of a year’s worth of wanting, but that didn’t apply anymore. She’d had her night with him, fulfilled a hundred fantasies, it was different now. More real. Last night there’d been the possibility of it just being a one night thing, but here they were, in the cold light of day, still wrapped around each other.
They continued to move, their bodies pressed together as their speed increased, their hips meeting as they held on to each other. eyes locked like she was still afraid to blink. Their mouths were open, both of them breathing heavily, as he moved his hand over her body, memorising her through touch, covering every bit of her body, trailing his fingers down her stomach until he stopped between her legs, his middle finger rubbing against her clit while they continued to move together. All he wanted was to make her come again, like he had something to prove, though really he knew he didn’t, knew she wanted him for him, still it didn’t hurt. did it?
Grey’s legs wrapped around him, holding him as close as he was holding her, as their hips bucked desperately together, both of them getting closer, Malcolm’s finger speeding up and pressing more firmly.
And then her breath hitched, and Malcolm paused for only a moment then restarted his ministrations, watching every little twitch on her face, taking in the way her back arched and her hips pressed impossibly close.
“Malc,” she managed to gasp his name, her fingers digging into his flesh as she came, her eyes closing, and god she was beautiful like this, completely out of control, completely relaxed, and it took him only a few seconds more to come himself, the feeling of her muscles contracting around him more than enough for him.
Grey lay there, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath. Last night had been great, but it had been nothing like that. He knew exactly what he was doing which was good to know, not that the sex part was that important to her, or at least it hadn’t been until just now when she’d found out exactly how good he was at it. “Fuck,” she muttered, rolling over to look at him, his chest heaving as he too tried to catch his breath.
“Give me a few hours to recover first, aye?”
“I could probably do with something to help me build up my energy. You got any food here other than maize based snacks?”
Malcolm side eyed her. “Cheeky bitch.”
“Is that a yes or no? Only I’m not sure I have the energy to go out and get food.”
“Never had a real man, darling?” he asked, panting.
She almost mentioned Jamie but thought better of it. The less she thought about that little fuck up the better. Plus he’d been a huge disappointment in bed, unlike Malcolm.
“Well…I don’t think I’ve ever come quite so hard with another human being, I’m normally the one expending the most energy though. You remember last night, right?”
He rolled over to face her. She looked even more amazing now - well fucked and dishevelled., cheeks flushed and blonde hair a mess. “Oh I remember last night,” he confirmed. He was pretty certain he was never going to forget last night as long as he lived.
“So you get that that’s not what this is, yeah?” She leant in to kiss him softly on the lips. “And anything else I could possibly say here’s going to give you an even bigger ego than you’ve already got and no one needs that.”
“So what is it?”
“I haven’t eaten in eighteen hours, and yeah okay the whole mind blowing orgasm thing hasn’t helped.”
“Mind blowing orgasm?” he repeated, unable to stop himself from smiling.
“You were there, weren’t you? This isn’t fucking news to you, is it?”
“You’re doing a fucking shit job at not giving me an ego. Maybe I just assumed you were faking it, both times.”
“I don’t fake orgasms, I don’t see the point.”
Malcolm smiled, shuffling a bit closer and slipping his arm around her back. “Course you don’t.”
“Would you want me to?”
“Fuck no. I’d rather know I’ve definitely made you come than you faking it for my sake. Fuck that.”
“Exactly, and how the fuck are you supposed to know if you’re doing the right thing. It’s just going to lead to a crap sex life. I’d rather just tell you what to do than fake it. If I needed to, obviously.”
“Not too disappointed then?” Malcolm asked with a smirk.
“Fishing for compliments?”
“I’ve got you naked in my bed, darling. What other compliment could I possibly need?”
“Smooth talking bastard.”
“I have my moments.”
“Seriously though, what’s the food situation?”
“I’m sure I can rustle something up, if you ask nicely.”
“You’re really pushing your luck, Malc.”
“I remember when you showed me respect,” he replied, fingers twisting in her hair. “’Yes Malcolm, no Malcolm. Three bags fucking full, Malcolm.”
“That was when you were my boss, although I think you might be misremembering a bit. I never showed you that much respect.”
That much was true, it was one of the reasons he liked her actually. She wasn’t afraid of him. Oh he was sure she respected him, but she wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. If she’d just been some meek little girl he’d have had no interest in working so closely with her.
“Are you gonna make me breakfast or not?”
Malcolm turned his head to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was almost 2 pm. “More like lunch at this point.”
“Lunch, breakfast, whatever. Are you going to feed me or direct me to food or something. You‘re a shit host.”
“So demanding,” he said shaking his head. “And it was you that showed up without so much as a phone call.”
“Yeah, that was terribly rude of me. How ever will you forgive me?” she asked sarcastically.
Reluctantly he moved away, sitting up and looking around for his clothes. “Cheese omelette, do you?”
“You don’t have to.”
“No, no, you’re right you should keep your energy up. And you know me, I’m an investor in the people, feeding the poor and hungry and all that.”
“Malcolm Tucker, saving the world one person at a time?”
“Something like that,” he agreed getting out of bed as he found and pulled on what were probably his boxers. “Think you can make it as far as the living room?”
“I’ve got like ten minutes, yeah? I might’ve recovered by then.”
“I’ll call you when it’s almost ready, you can let me know.”
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Part 3
Carefully he shifted, trying to extract himself from the arm thrown over his chest. With a disgruntled moan Grey tightened her arm around him and rolled closer to the warmth of his body.
Malcolm stilled instantly, he especially wasn’t used to women trying to keep him in bed, he had no idea how to get out of this situation, or how much he actually wanted to come to think of it.
“Grey,” he said quietly, not entirely sure if she was actually awake or not.
“Mmmm.”
“Mind if I have my body back, darling?”
She opened one eye, and moved her leg across his. “Mmmm.”
“Sorry was that you do mind?”
“It’s Sunday,” she pointed out, curling around him, far too comfortable and tired and in Malcolm Tucker’s bed. Things felt incredibly simple here, just like they had last night, though that may have had something to do with her still being at least half asleep.
“You think I get days off? Really?”
Frowning Grey opened both eyes, looking sidelong at him. “What time is it?”
“Half five.”
“Are you shitting me? It’s half five on a Sunday morning and you’re planning on getting up and working?” Clearly she’d underestimated exactly how dedicated to the job he was, and while she didn’t think she was enough to keep him in bed she felt a little offended he was so eager to leave.
“Aye, well it’s what I normally do.”
“Right, yeah,” she said, removing her limbs from his body. “I’ll be off then,” she said, sitting up and looking round for her clothes, trying to ignore how quickly everything had turned to shit. Oh well five hours naked with Malcolm Tucker was better than no hours naked with him, now she just had to get dressed, get on the tube, go home and try and work out what the fuck she was supposed to do now. Go back to masturbating over the thought of him probably. That was healthy, right? At least she had some actual memories rather than just fantasies now.
Malcolm winced. That had probably come out wrong, and now she was talking about leaving, perhaps he’d just given her the perfect excuse, but she really hadn’t seemed in a rush to leave until he’d started treating this morning just like every other, as if she wasn’t here, in his bed, her clothes strewn across his bedroom floor
“Any idea what happened to my pants,” she asked, getting out of bed to look for them.
There weren’t a lot of times in Malcolm’s life when he considered himself to be an idiot, that thought was mostly reserved for other people, almost all other people in fact, but as he lay there in bed, watching the way Grey searched his room, completely naked and confident about that fact it was the only word that seemed to apply. Fuck. He didn’t do apologies, not unless forced by the PM, the word ‘sorry’ tended to stick in his throat, but he knew if he didn’t do something that would be it, she’d leave and he didn’t know how many chances she’d give him, nor did he want to find out.
The leap out of bed wasn’t nearly as graceful as it had been in his head, but Grey trying not to laugh at him was better than the blank look she’d been wearing before. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, moaning against her lips as she kissed him back just as she had the night before, one hand running over his back. Christ she really did like him, didn’t she? Even like this in the cold light of day after he’d been such an insensitive prick, but in fairness it couldn’t have been a huge surprise, could it?
“This my goodbye?” she asked, breaking the kiss reluctantly.
“More your fancy coming to bed and reminding me what normal people do on Sunday mornings?”
Grey looked at him like he was crazy. “If you’re hoping for normal, Malc, you’re shit out of luck. I do know no one in their right mind’s out of bed at this time though, or in fact awake, unless they’re coming back from a club.” She shook her head and yawned.
“If you want to go back to sleep I can always leave you to it for a while. I really do have a fuck ton of work to do, honestly you wouldn’t believe the level of fuck-ups I’m working with.”
“I think I would, I was at DoSAC for a year.” She leant up and kissed him more gently this time. “Yeah, okay, if you’re one of those fucking weird morning people I’m always hearing about. I mean I could be convinced to stay awake but…I might be a little more active in a few hours.”
They were perfectly innocent words, but the way Grey said them made Malcolm’s cock stir. “What time do you want me to wake you up?”
“As long as you can wait?”
“You realise there’s every possibility I’ll completely forget about you once I start working, don’t you?” There was no point in lying, not to her, she knew he was a workaholic, didn’t she? It was probably better to just be honest from the start, if that was even what this was.
“Then I guess I’ll have to come and get you.”
Five hours later Grey woke up of her own accord, completely alone in Malcolm’s bed. With a groan she dragged herself out of it and went into the living room to find Malcolm hunched over his laptop surrounded by papers, a mug and a cafetiere . Grey stood close to the sofa, completely naked with her hands on her hips waiting a few seconds to see if he’d notice her before she coughed pointedly.
“Forgetting anything?”
“Fuck, Grey!” He looked over at her, eyes wide.
“In one,” she replied with a bit of a smile. She couldn’t be annoyed. He’d warned her and she knew exactly what he was like, she’d seen it first hand more times than she could count, plus she had only just woken up, she needed a bit more time to manage annoyed.
“Just give me fifteen minutes. I’m just in the middle of something, if I stop now I’ll lose where I am and it’ll take me another fucking hour to unravel this fucking mess.”
“Fine. Have you eaten anything?” She looked slightly confused that the words had left her mouth. Had he eaten? Okay so she’d noticed the distinct lack of plate amidst the rest of the organised chaos surrounding him, but what did it have to do with her? Malcolm was a fully grown man, he’d managed to survive this long. Plus what was she going to do? Make him breakfast? She didn’t even make herself breakfast. She generally grabbed a biscuit on her way out of the house.
“No, but I’m fine. Don’t worry about it just…go back to bed. I’ll be in in a while, promise.”
She wanted to protest, she was already doubting he’d be in when he’d said but she’d give him a chance, and if he wasn’t back in bed in a hour she’d get dressed, go home and contemplate the fact she really, really liked a man that would always chose work over shagging her.
Half an hour later the door to Malcolm’s room opened and he entered, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it aside as he kicked the door shut. There was still work to do, but he wasn’t a complete idiot and he knew Grey wasn’t the type of woman that would just wait around all day for him to have time for her, nor should she have to be. She was better than that.
“You’re late.”
“Aye well you know what traffic’s like this time of day,” he replied, pulling his boxers off before slipping back into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her and rolling her onto her back. “So this gender equality thing you’re always going on about,” he said, looking down at her as one hand explored her body much more confidently than it had the night before. “Think that implies I get to go on top now, don’t you, darling?”
Grey laughed slightly, stretching out beneath him and tangling her legs with his. “You didn’t enjoy last night?”
“Oh I fucking loved last night,” he admitted, pressing closer, already hardening, thoughts of work having shifted to the back of his mind, replaced by memories of the night before. “I just thought since equality was your thing…”
“I’ll be honest, Malc, I’m not actually all that fussy when it comes to positions,” she leant up, kissed him deeply and pulled him further down with her as she raised her hips to meet his, “I just sort of want you fucking me again.”
“Patience, darling,” he said, his hand moving to her hip, gently guiding her body back down on to the mattress.
“Patience?” she repeated as if the word was a foreign concept to her.
“I thought you were meant to be reminding me what normal people do on a Sunday morning, isn’t this the sort of thing?” His thumb trailed over her hip bone as he spoke. “I want to be kept in bed,” he admitted quietly. “I want to lose the rest of the morning to you.”
“Malc,” she said, her voice slightly shaky. This wasn’t how she’d expected him to be, not in any of the hundred fantasies she’d created about him, It was strange, hearing words like that coming out of his mouth, but she couldn’t protest, it sounded like her idea of heaven - a whole morning spent naked in bed with Malcolm Tucker. Or the next hour, since it was already 11am.
He smiled as he leant in to kiss her neck. She was still here, still here and now completely sober and just as keen as she’d been the night before. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, he didn’t have anything to worry about right now apart from making sure she came.
He pulled back to look at her, sliding his hand slowly over the curve of her waist as he gazed down at her laying there in his bed smiling up at him like he was something special. It was ridiculous really if he stopped to properly think about it, she was smart and funny, she didn’t take any of Ollie’s bollocks, even her run ins with Jamie hadn’t phased her, not to mention all the things he’d said to her. She was gorgeous too. He hadn’t really had much of a chance to take everything in the night before. He’d been too shocked and then she’d been too close for him to really get a proper look at her, to really take her in. Now though he could. Now he had nothing else to distract him from the sight of her beneath him, all pale skin and ridges of bones. He hand glided over her rib cage, fingers dancing against each rib beneath her skin. If he hadn’t watched her wolf down takeaways whenever she’d been at Downing Street he might have worried she didn’t eat properly. She wasn’t stick thin though, he remembered his hands on her thighs the night before while she’d fucked him in a way he hadn’t been fucked in over twenty years. They were powerful and muscular, as were her arms. Oh yeah, she was stronger than she looked, strong and forceful and…his cock twitched as his mind ran away with itself, and he moved his hand to her chest. Laid down there was barely anything there, the slightest hint of breast but her nipples were hard, almost as if they were trying to get his attention. Gently he rolled one between his fingers, watching Grey’s face carefully for any negative reaction, trying to work out what she liked, what she wanted, though he suspected she’d have absolutely no problems telling him what that was, especially if she didn’t like something. Slowly he pinched it, increasing the pressure as she let out a hiss of pain and arched her back slightly.
“You want me to stop, Grey?” he asked quietly, licking his lips, suddenly aware he was leaving her other breast out and very much wanting to rectify that.
“No,” she said far too desperately for her own liking. This hadn’t been what she’d had in mind. Him taking control was one thing, but this was torture. How was she supposed to assert her dominance when he had this effect on her?
He smiled a little sadistically at the tone of her voice and pinched her nipple again, harder this time. Again she hissed, but now he knew she liked it it was more obviously a pleasured sound. Dipping his head he took her other nipple into his mouth, sucking against it for a moment before he bit down without warning.
“Fuck!” she cried, as his eyes darted up to see her face, to make sure she was still okay.
Grey smiled, as if she knew what that look meant and slipped her leg over his waist, pulling him a little closer as his fingers and teeth sent near constant jolts of electricity between her legs and it became increasingly difficult to breathe normally. When he stopped, soothing the pain with his tongue, gently lapping against her stinging nipples she had to press her lips together to stop herself from whining in disappointment.
“I take it you’re a bit more comfortable with this whole thing now then. yeah?” she asked with a bit of a laugh.
Malcolm laughed too, his large hands covering and caressing her breasts. “Aye well I figure if you’re foolish enough to want to be here with me, without any vodka or whiskey in your system I’d be a fucking madman not to take advantage of that fact, wouldn’t I?”
“Well y’know I didn’t like to say that but yeah, a little bit. So…have I been patient enough yet?” Didn’t he have work to be doing? Why was he wasting time doing all this when all she really wanted was to feel the weight of him on top of her while he fucked her? Wasn’t he supposed to be an incredibly busy man?
Malcolm laughed again, slightly mocking as he shook his head and ran his fingers over her nipples, noting how hot they felt against them. “I haven’t even started yet,” he admitted, voice low and slightly threatening. The tone she’d heard dozens of times used against ministers when they’d fucked up so badly shouting wasn’t going to cut it.
Oh fuck.
“I’m gonna make you fucking beg me to fuck you, darling,” he informed her.
Grey moaned at the thought, something that took her completely by surprise. This wasn’t what she thought about at night when she was alone in bed. This wasn’t what did it for her. She’d never been good with delayed gratification, she’d certainly never been good with self control and patience and she’d thought Malcolm would be the same. That he’d come back to bed and fuck her without spending too much time tormenting her first. He had more important things to be doing than her, didn’t he? But now here she was, with him looking at her like he was going to devour her, telling her he was going to make her beg and she was pretty sure she’d never been quite this turned on in her life. Fucking Malcolm Tucker!
“Please don’t.”
Malcolm smiled that same sadistic smile, then dipped his head, kissing his way up her neck gently until his mouth was at her ear. “You get points for the ‘please’ but sorry, darling. I’m afraid I cannot acquiesce to your request.”
Acquiesce? All Grey could think about was the throbbing between her legs and the look on Malcolm’s face and he was using the word ‘acquiesce’? She wasn’t even sure what it meant but she was pretty certain it boiled down to a no. Smug bastard.
“Malcolm.”
He smiled against her skin and bit down very lightly. “Yes, darling?”
“Seriously.”
He pulled away just enough to be able to see her face, so he could actually talk to her properly. “Fine, maybe I don’t need you to beg, but I’m sorry, darling I’m not just going to fuck you. Last night was great and everything but…” he shook his head and trailed off.
“But what?” she asked a little worried. Had she done something wrong? Had he lied earlier when he said he’d loved it? Had she been aggressive? Too aggressive?
“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”
“Malc, please.”
“Do you know how much time I spend doing things I enjoy, Grey?” he asked.
“Well I assumed you enjoyed bollocking idiots, so the majority of your life?” she suggested, sitting up slightly. She didn’t like having conversations when she was flat on her back, it just felt sort of wrong.
Malcolm let out a snort of laughter. “It’s a different kind of enjoyment. I mean things I do just for me. Things I want to do. None, absolutely no fucking time at all. And now you’re here, in my fucking bed, all…smooth and soft and naked and fucking….moaning and I don’t want to go and sort out those fucking reports in my living room. I want to be here, in bed with you. I have never had this long to do something I want to, there hasn’t even been anything I’ve wanted to do for this long. I want to take my time. I don’t want to rush it. I want to know what every fucking part of you feels like, what every part of you tastes like. I don’t want to just fuck you and go back to work.”
Grey just looked at him for a moment, trying to work out what to say. It was kind of depressing really, but not surprising. She’d known Malcolm long enough to know he didn’t exactly have any hobbies or free time and he didn’t deserve that. He had such a stressful job he should have something to help him let off steam. “You can have me as long as you want, you know?” she admitted. “You could fuck me right now, and I’d still keep you here. I’ve waited so fucking long for this, Malcolm, if you think I’m letting you out of bed the second you’ve come you’re mistaken.”
“We’ve.”
“Sorry?”
“We’ve. The second we’ve come,” he corrected. “I still owe you one, from last night.” It had all happened a bit too quickly for him to actually have had chance to see to her the night before, plus it had been a while since he’d had sex with anyone, let alone someone so utterly gorgeous and talented in that department.
“I’m not keeping count here.”
“Just as well I am then, isn’t it? Oh and just so you know I don’t mind being in credit,” he admitted, running his hand slowly down her side and up over the leg still around his waist and guiding it back down on to the bed, legs parted slightly beneath him as he moved his hand to the inside of her leg, his fingers dancing idly across her thigh.
“Malc…please.”
“That’s it, darling. Say it again.”
“Bastard.”
His hand stilled and he smiled patronisingly at her. “What was that?”
“I called you a bastard. Because you’re a bastard.”
“Is this news to you, Grey?” Was he supposed to be something else for her? She’d come here knowing what he was like, she wasn’t stupid. She couldn’t possibly expect him to become someone lovely and caring and gentle for her, could she? If that was what she wanted why the hell would she want him?
“No,” she admitted with a smile. She knew exactly what he was like. Last night, when she’d been in charge and he’d been uncertain and almost shy had clearly lulled her into a false sense of security. Fooled her into thinking Malcolm Tucker would be the sub she’d sometimes imagined him to be, when really he was Malcolm F Tucker, the magnificent bastard that just about everyone in the government and media was frightened of. The Malcolm Tucker she’d fallen a little bit in love with over a year ago. She couldn’t say she was that annoyed.
“Then say it again.”
She wondered what would happen if she flat out refused. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t going to beg. He wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t get out of bed if she didn’t say please, would he? Not after what he’d said about wanting to take his time with her, about ignoring work so he could do this. Only the thing was while part of her wanted to refuse there was another part that wanted to play along. This was just a game after all. Him testing her, asserting his masculinity, his alpha male credentials after she’d initiated everything last night. It was Malcolm reminding her of who he was, what he was like.
She turned her head, kissing just below his ear. “Please,” she whispered, opening her legs a little more, tilting her hips closer to him.
She’d said it. She’d actually fucking said it! He’d half expected a slap, or at least a glare and he’d have taken either and still done whatever she wanted him to. She even sounded like she meant it. Jesus! It was enough to make him moan as he felt himself harden, his cock brushing against her pubic hair and he knew she’d be able to feel him, be able to feel the effect the word was having on him, so it didn’t surprise him all that much when she said it again, her breath warm against his ear. As a reward he moved his hand again, up to the crook at the top of her thigh, as his fingers stroked the sensitive skin there, her hair brushing against the back of them.
“Malc, please,” she said, the irritation clear in her voice.
“You know this is the problem with the youth of today, no fucking patience. They just want everything right fucking now, constant fucking stimulation.” As he spoke he moved his hand inwards, delicately touching between her legs, surprised at just how hot and wet she was already without him even touching her. “Constant, stimulation.” He slid one long, slender finger inside her on the last word, smiling as she moaned desperately.
“What do you say, darling?”
Grey stared at him. Was she supposed to thank him now? Seriously? “Fuck off,” she muttered with as much feeling as she could manage, which was barely any..
Malcolm laughed. He knew he’d been pushing it. He’d been pushing it for a while now, and her reaction was perfect. Oh he wouldn’t have minded a thank you, but ‘fuck off’ was much more appropriate really, and he sort of loved the fact that she’d said it. “That’s my girl,” he said crooking his finger and slowly starting to move it in and out, watching the way her nose wrinkled slightly and her lips parted as she looked at him.
That’s my girl. The words rang in her head. She was supposed to hate things like that. It was patronising and possessive, but the way he said it, the fact her telling him to fuck off got that response, well it changed everything and she just wanted to hear it again. She wanted to say something, she wanted to say a million things. To start a conversation about them, about whether they were actually going to do this, or if he’d just lost himself in the moment, but now really wasn’t the time, not when she was feeling so dizzy and a part of his anatomy was finally inside her. Instead she pressed closer, moving her leg back round his waist as he propped himself up with his free arm to be able to look at her properly again, so he could see her body and her expressions while he attempted to make her come. He wanted to see her, wanted to know what she looked like at the moment of orgasm.
Still he was in no real hurry, not when she looked and felt so incredibly good. not when she seemed unwilling to even blink as she kept her eyes on him as she breathed deeply, the odd little sound of pleasure escaping her lips every so often, sounds he was pretty certain she was trying not to make. He wanted to hear more, of course. The sounds she’d made the night before had been all well and good, but he wanted her to really lose control of herself, he wanted her unable to breathe properly just like she’d done to him.
And so he sped up the movement of his finger. a second joining the first. And fuck she was tight.
“You know you can just close your eyes if you want, don’t you?” he pointed out, surprised by how thick his own voice sounded, his Glaswegian accent a little stronger than usual.
Grey gave him a shaky smile, her leg tightening around his waist as she reached up with her left hand to touch him, his shoulder, his neck, his face and finally tangling in his hair.
“And why the fuck would I wanna do...that,” she said quietly, pausing as her breath caught when his fingers brushed against her g-spot.
“So you can focus on what I’m doing. So you don’t have anything to put you off.”
Did he mean something about himself? Did he honestly still not get it? Fucks sake, the man really was an idiot, wasn’t he? “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, beginning to move her hips with his hand, though she was half waiting for him to stop her, to use his free hand to encourage her to keep still, only he didn’t, thank god.
“I sometimes have trouble keeping my eyes open when I come,” she said, voice now just as shaky as her smile. as her hand at the back of his head applied a little pressure to bring him closer to her. “Wanna make sure I’ve got a good mental picture if I have to close them,” she finished, leaning up to kiss him for only a second.
Perhaps he should have known really, the look on her face seemed like something very close to adoration, or perhaps that was just how she looked in the midst of pleasure.
She exhaled in laughter. “God I’m gonna give you such a fucking ego,” she promised. still watching him as she gave up on even trying to keep any sounds to herself. What was the point? She began to breathe more heavily, her mouth agape as Malcolm adjusted his position to sit beside her, his free hand moving between her legs, his middle finger finding and rubbing against her clit slowly in no time at all.
There was a long, shuddering drawn out sigh from Grey, her hand tightening in his hair and Malcolm knew she was getting close. His fingers sped up, his eyes on her the whole time, the way her lips quirked and her nose twitched, the rise and fall of her chest, and still she was looking at him, so stubborn. He was once again taken by how beautiful she was, how young and he really wanted to tell her, here in this moment, but he couldn’t of course. Wouldn’t. He was Malcolm Tucker, he didn’t tell women they were beautiful, not even women less than half his age currently on the edge of orgasm.
“Go on,” he whispered, “Go on, darling. The sooner you come the sooner I can fuck you.” He smirked at her, all arrogance and a little bit of faux distain.
She was so close she could feel it, the burning in the pit of her stomach as she looked at him, unwilling to even blink. She hadn’t had time to really savour things the night before. Hadn’t had chance to just take in the sight of him, to really focus on what they were doing, on the fact she was really here with him, no rushing.. And god he was wonderful, the look on his face as he watched her. Her hand curled in his hair as she bit her lip. as she fought to keep her eyes open and locked on him.
“Go on,” he said again, the digit on her clit speeding up, rubbing against her more firmly “close your eyes, darling, let go.”
Her body tensed as she finally gave up, closing her eyes as her muscles pulsed around his fingers, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she began to buck against his fingers, mouth open and breathing ragged as she came around his fingers right in front him, and god she looked good, so out of control, because of him. After a few moments, when it seemed her orgasm was easing he slowed his fingers. carefully removing them from her, still watching her as she opened her eyes, smiling slowly up at him, as she moved her hand from his neck down to his back. Still watching each other he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean with a groan.
It was upsetting how incredibly sexy he looked. The way he licked those beautiful, long fingers of his and she was sure he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Not bad, darling,”” he said, his head tilted as he looked down at her, almost examining her. He leant in, kissing her slowly, smiling against her lips as her tongue ran over his own, tasting herself. “Now you don’t mind if I spend the next half an hour or so between your thighs, do you?”
Grey hit him half heartedly. “You promised me a shag,” she pointed out. “Don’t make me beg.”
Malcolm laughed, “Some other time then, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she agreed. Under any other circumstance she probably would have been all too eager to have him where he’d offered, but she just wanted him on top of her, inside her.
“So…” he trailed off, moving so he was straddling her, looking down at her like she was the prey and he the predator. “This better for you?” He moved his hands slowly over every inch of her body, coming to a rest at her hips.
She looked up at him, feeling his weight on top of her, but not how she wanted it, not where she wanted it.
“Almost,” she admitted, sitting up a little. “I’d rather you a bit lower down though. between my legs.” She stopped and shook her head, why was not just saying what she wanted? It was ridiculous. “I want you fucking me, Malc, “ she said. “I want you completely on top of me. Just...fucking hell you’re the most difficult man to shag I’ve ever met!”
Malcolm smiled, inching his way down, until the mattress was beneath him rather than her body, kneeling between her legs as he looked down at her, a look of thinly veiled frustration on her face. She was too wonderful like this. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at him like that, with such need, actually he wasn’t sure anyone ever had.
He smiled as he shifted, lowering himself back down on top of her, positioning himself against her but stopping with the tip of his cock against her as he reached up to move her hair away from her face. “Tell me you want me to fuck you again,” he said quietly, his smile all arrogance.
Grey moved her leg, hooking it over his waist, her heel digging into his back as she pulled herself up, propping herself up on her elbows as she tilted her hips a little closer. “You’re such a cunt,” she told him, closing the space between them and kissing him hungrily. She’d let him take control for far too long now, and honestly all this waiting, all these mind games were driving her crazy.
Malcolm moaned against her lips, kissing her back as he gave up on holding back, on making her wait as he thrust into her slowly, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her closer. The night before had been a blur, everything had happened so quickly, so frantically, but now, now he could really focus on everything, on how good she felt against him. How smooth her skin was, the faintest lingering of her perfume on her skin. He kept his lips against hers as he continued to move, slow and steadily, just enjoying the feeling of her, so hot, and tight against him. He held her against him, feeling the pounding of her heart against his chest. Finally he pulled back, gasping for breath as he looked at her, her gaze unwavering, a smile curving her lips.
“You took your time,” she said, just as breathless as he was, her body moving with his as she reached up, her fingers curling into his hair.
“Good things come to those who wait,” he said, still thrusting into her.
“Arrogant fucker.”
“Sorry, darling, it’s just that there’s this fucking gorgeous lunatic that apparently wants my body, hard not to be, you know?”
Grey laughed, her muscles pulsing around him as she did making Malcolm moan at the sensation as he began to speed up. He’d used all the restraint he’d had already, and now he’d finally given in it was incredibly difficult to hold back.
Her hand tightened in his hair, the free one gripping his shoulder, clinging to him as she matched his pace. her eyes still, always, locked on him. Last night there’d been the cloud of alcohol, of a year’s worth of wanting, but that didn’t apply anymore. She’d had her night with him, fulfilled a hundred fantasies, it was different now. More real. Last night there’d been the possibility of it just being a one night thing, but here they were, in the cold light of day, still wrapped around each other.
They continued to move, their bodies pressed together as their speed increased, their hips meeting as they held on to each other. eyes locked like she was still afraid to blink. Their mouths were open, both of them breathing heavily, as he moved his hand over her body, memorising her through touch, covering every bit of her body, trailing his fingers down her stomach until he stopped between her legs, his middle finger rubbing against her clit while they continued to move together. All he wanted was to make her come again, like he had something to prove, though really he knew he didn’t, knew she wanted him for him, still it didn’t hurt. did it?
Grey’s legs wrapped around him, holding him as close as he was holding her, as their hips bucked desperately together, both of them getting closer, Malcolm’s finger speeding up and pressing more firmly.
And then her breath hitched, and Malcolm paused for only a moment then restarted his ministrations, watching every little twitch on her face, taking in the way her back arched and her hips pressed impossibly close.
“Malc,” she managed to gasp his name, her fingers digging into his flesh as she came, her eyes closing, and god she was beautiful like this, completely out of control, completely relaxed, and it took him only a few seconds more to come himself, the feeling of her muscles contracting around him more than enough for him.
Grey lay there, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath. Last night had been great, but it had been nothing like that. He knew exactly what he was doing which was good to know, not that the sex part was that important to her, or at least it hadn’t been until just now when she’d found out exactly how good he was at it. “Fuck,” she muttered, rolling over to look at him, his chest heaving as he too tried to catch his breath.
“Give me a few hours to recover first, aye?”
“I could probably do with something to help me build up my energy. You got any food here other than maize based snacks?”
Malcolm side eyed her. “Cheeky bitch.”
“Is that a yes or no? Only I’m not sure I have the energy to go out and get food.”
“Never had a real man, darling?” he asked, panting.
She almost mentioned Jamie but thought better of it. The less she thought about that little fuck up the better. Plus he’d been a huge disappointment in bed, unlike Malcolm.
“Well…I don’t think I’ve ever come quite so hard with another human being, I’m normally the one expending the most energy though. You remember last night, right?”
He rolled over to face her. She looked even more amazing now - well fucked and dishevelled., cheeks flushed and blonde hair a mess. “Oh I remember last night,” he confirmed. He was pretty certain he was never going to forget last night as long as he lived.
“So you get that that’s not what this is, yeah?” She leant in to kiss him softly on the lips. “And anything else I could possibly say here’s going to give you an even bigger ego than you’ve already got and no one needs that.”
“So what is it?”
“I haven’t eaten in eighteen hours, and yeah okay the whole mind blowing orgasm thing hasn’t helped.”
“Mind blowing orgasm?” he repeated, unable to stop himself from smiling.
“You were there, weren’t you? This isn’t fucking news to you, is it?”
“You’re doing a fucking shit job at not giving me an ego. Maybe I just assumed you were faking it, both times.”
“I don’t fake orgasms, I don’t see the point.”
Malcolm smiled, shuffling a bit closer and slipping his arm around her back. “Course you don’t.”
“Would you want me to?”
“Fuck no. I’d rather know I’ve definitely made you come than you faking it for my sake. Fuck that.”
“Exactly, and how the fuck are you supposed to know if you’re doing the right thing. It’s just going to lead to a crap sex life. I’d rather just tell you what to do than fake it. If I needed to, obviously.”
“Not too disappointed then?” Malcolm asked with a smirk.
“Fishing for compliments?”
“I’ve got you naked in my bed, darling. What other compliment could I possibly need?”
“Smooth talking bastard.”
“I have my moments.”
“Seriously though, what’s the food situation?”
“I’m sure I can rustle something up, if you ask nicely.”
“You’re really pushing your luck, Malc.”
“I remember when you showed me respect,” he replied, fingers twisting in her hair. “’Yes Malcolm, no Malcolm. Three bags fucking full, Malcolm.”
“That was when you were my boss, although I think you might be misremembering a bit. I never showed you that much respect.”
That much was true, it was one of the reasons he liked her actually. She wasn’t afraid of him. Oh he was sure she respected him, but she wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. If she’d just been some meek little girl he’d have had no interest in working so closely with her.
“Are you gonna make me breakfast or not?”
Malcolm turned his head to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was almost 2 pm. “More like lunch at this point.”
“Lunch, breakfast, whatever. Are you going to feed me or direct me to food or something. You‘re a shit host.”
“So demanding,” he said shaking his head. “And it was you that showed up without so much as a phone call.”
“Yeah, that was terribly rude of me. How ever will you forgive me?” she asked sarcastically.
Reluctantly he moved away, sitting up and looking around for his clothes. “Cheese omelette, do you?”
“You don’t have to.”
“No, no, you’re right you should keep your energy up. And you know me, I’m an investor in the people, feeding the poor and hungry and all that.”
“Malcolm Tucker, saving the world one person at a time?”
“Something like that,” he agreed getting out of bed as he found and pulled on what were probably his boxers. “Think you can make it as far as the living room?”
“I’ve got like ten minutes, yeah? I might’ve recovered by then.”
“I’ll call you when it’s almost ready, you can let me know.”
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