Pleasure for Pleasure

Pleasure for pleasure pt 2

Marian thumped her goose feather pillow again for what seemed like the hundredth time. All was silent about the castle except for the occasional barking of wild dogs as they fought over scraps in the courtyard below. Guy was right, she was exhausted, but still she could not sleep and it was his fault. He had not bothered her since her denial of his feelings and hers, and she, in some part could not blame him for that. Even dinner had
been served on a cold impersonal tray, no invite down to the great hall as usual, but that had been the least of her concerns.

She shifted about uncomfortably, trying to ease the ache between her thighs. Marian closed her eyes. She would think of Robin. Safe. Dependable. Robin. Except where had he been when she had almost hung? She covered her face with one of her pillows and screamed into it. All she could see and hear was Guy, his chest rising, his soft moans of pleasure, the way he had tasted as he spent himself. Marian licked her lips, a faint tang of salt remained upon them. A little part of her had thrilled at the feel of his erection pressing against her dampness, almost begging entry. A little shift of her hips and he could have been buried inside her. Marian groaned as the ache increased.

She started at the sound of the door handle being turned. Marian was instantly on her guard as she sat up in bed. With a little cry, she quickly pulled the sheet up to cover her, feeling very vulnerable in only a thin chemise. She should have locked the door. With so many soldiers around, had she made one of her most foolish errors yet?
Her panic rose as she heard the key turn in the lock, and the sound of booted feet on the floor.

“Wh-who is it?” She asked nervously, clinging to the sheet so tightly her knuckles were almost white with the strain.

One of the bed curtains twitched slightly, she could not tell if it was the breeze or the unknown intruder. No one spoke, but she could hear the sound of breathing.

“I have a knife. If you come any closer I will use it.”

“I seriously doubt that maid Marian.” Drawled the slightly sardonic voice that she knew almost as well as her own.
Her eyes widened.

“Guy?”

The curtain was pulled back. He stood there, six feet two inches of unadulterated male and she hated him for reminding her of it with his presence alone.

“Were you expecting someone else?” He asked, folding his arms and dangling the door key on one of his un-gloved fingers.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone at all, and stop calling me Maid Marian. Why does it feel like an insult on your lips?” She snapped.

“Temper, temper, could it be that someone is feeling a little...” She watched as his tongue briefly flicked out and wetted his lips. “Unsatisfied?” he continued.

“I do not know what you mean.” She looked away.

“I wanted to make it good for you too today, but you would not allow me to, why?” He asked reaching over and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Marian turned guilty eyes to him. “I think you know why. Or at least may have guessed...and it’s wrong.” She finished weakly.

Guy’s eyes narrowed dangerously for a moment, clenching his fists at his side. “Hood has no future. I could give you anything within my power and share with you pleasure you could only begin to imagine. You and I are soul mates Marian. When you let me in, and you will let me in, it will be more than our bodies that are mated. I think you know that, and that is what you are afraid of.”

“No!”

Guy rested a hand on her thigh. “Let me in Marian.” He whispered.

“No.” She repeated.

“How you like that little word.” He sneered. “Shall we put it to the test?”

“I will scream.”

Guy tore the sheet from her fingers and lunged forward, pressing himself against her, forcing her to lie back in the bed, covering her body with his own. She parted her lips, ready to carry out her threat. He was too quick for her as his tongue slipped into her mouth and he kissed her deeply. Marian tried to push against his shoulders, only managing a whimper as his hand covered her breast, his fingers warm through the thin material. Her hands crept into his hair, and held his mouth against hers just as he would have moved away.

She could feel him pressing against the juncture of the thighs. Marian could feel his erection through the leather; the thought gave her a feeling of power. Guy felt her move her hips against him, he returned it instinctively with a thrust. Marian groaned into his mouth. Guy tore his lips from hers, breathing raggedly.

“You like that don’t you? Imagine how I would feel inside you.” He thrust against her again.

She did not want to think of that. It would be only too easy to give him what he wanted, and refusing to admit that she might want it too. There was a firmness to him that was lacking in the few embraces she had shared with Robin. Her betrothed’s kisses had never gone beyond pleasant. It was like comparing flames to frost. This slow burn he was building inside her was taking her to madness and it frightened her too.

“I have told you, I will not lie with you.”

“You are an obstinate woman and you are denying us both what we want, but I will not force you. It will be all the sweeter when you agree to be mine.”

Marian was surprised at his surrender, sure he would not even care about her feelings on the matter and take her anyway. Guy rolled off her and lay back on the bed as if trying to reign in his control. Did she have to feel so disappointed? As before, her treacherous eyes slid to the bulge between his legs. He looked so large, and it caused a trickle of fear to run down her spine like cold water. Before she knew what she was about, she was cradling him through the material of his trousers. Guy let her hand rest there for a moment, before grabbing her wrist.

“Do not think you can distract me so easily, I am not an innocent boy.”

Marian flushed guiltily that he had been able to read her mind so effortlessly. She also knew he had an assuredness about him that spoke of experience. Marian tried to pull free from his iron grip in an attempt to get up from the bed.

“Where do you think you are going?” He laughed low and deep in chest.

“I...er...nowhere.” She fell silent, remembering who had the only key to the door.

“Good, because I haven’t finished with you yet.”

“What do you mean?”

With his free hand, Guy lifted up the edge of her chemise and he stroked along the length of her thigh with a finger tip. Her skin prickled at his touch. She felt a sense of loss as he released her and got up from the bed. Quickly he undid the wolves head clasps of his jacket and threw it to the floor. He wore a long sleeved dark tunic underneath, it made him look softer without it. Guy took her hand again, more gently this time and pulled her up to a sitting position on the bed. He surprised her by dropping to his knees, between her parted legs.

“Let me show you, and before you ask your precious virtue is safe...unless you decide otherwise.”

Guy gave her a lopsided grin as he lowered his head, wrapping his fingers around her leg and kissing her knee. Tiny feather light kisses stroked up the bare flesh. He was so gentle, it went against every bad thought she had had of him. His lips moved higher, and she parted her legs further to allow him better access. Her teeth clamped together as Guy’s mouth found her inner thigh. The feel of his stubble although slightly rough only served to increase her pleasure.

He was so close; she heard him breathe in her scent, before his tongue flicked out and laved the sensitive skin of her upper thigh, sucking on it. It took all of her willpower not to cry out loud at the exquisite torment he was visiting upon her. Her hand curled around the sturdy bedpost to stop herself from falling back onto the bed. While his mouth worked on her, his free hand crept inside her chemise to cup her breast, his thumb hardening the nipple and squeezing it gently.

A soft moan escaped her lips as fresh moisture pooled between her legs. Guy’s hand left her breast and opened her up to him further. She tried to put a restraining hand on his shoulders, not realising his intent before it was too late.
He slipped a finger into her wetness. “Feel how easily I go in?”
Marian groaned and Guy penetrated her deeper with his finger. He pulled out a little before thrusting it into her again. Marian’s hips bucked against it. She winced a little as he slipped a second finger into her, stretching her slightly. His eyes never leaving her face as he did so. He bent his head and parted the lips of her sex to reveal the little nubbin of flesh between them.

Marian could feel his warm breath between her legs as his head dipped lower. She had to grab the material of her chemise and stuff it in her mouth as she felt the tip of his tongue brush her clit. She could hardly believe that she sat here on a bed in the castle with the man who should have been her sworn enemy; with two of his fingers embedded deeply inside her and his tongue licking her...she couldn’t finish the sentence.
She closed her eyes as Guy worked his fingers in and out in slow movements. Her hand let go of the bed post and Marian curled her fingers in his dark hair. The sight of him between her legs heated her blood even more. She was glad she could no longer see his face. Guy’s piercing blue eyes missed nothing and she did not want him to see what his touch was doing to her.

Marian let out a dissatisfied sigh as he removed his fingers with a soft sucking sound and both his large hands slipped under her naked behind and pulled her up flush against his mouth. A cry burst from her lips as his tongue entered her, tasting her. Time ceased to have meaning; all she could think of was that long skilful tongue making her feel things she had never felt before. She could feel a pressure building between her legs, wanting to reach some far off point, but not understanding it.

One of Guy’s hands slipped from under her, loosening the laces to his trousers. It had become too uncomfortable for him to remain so tightly bound. He pulled his manhood free, and he returned his attentions to Marian. His tongue circled her clit, sucking it into his mouth. His free hand cupped the pale flesh of her breast, enjoying its weight in his hand. Her moans were growing louder. He had always imagined she would not be the sort to come off quietly, and it made him harder to know that it was he who was making her wet.
His cock throbbed painfully as he thought of plunging into her. She was so aroused, so damp, she would hardly notice the pain of her virginity if he took it. He lifted his head to observe her, with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed and her mouth a perfect O of pleasure.

He got from his knees and gently pushed her back on the bed and lay on top of her. Marian awoke from the sensual spell he had woven around her to find a completely different part of him sandwiched between her legs. This time there were no barriers of any sort between them. She could feel the large tip pressing against her entrance, made slick by his tongue and her own juices. Guy eased himself inside until he stopped as he reached the barrier of her innocence.
The strain on his face told its own story of the control he was exerting on himself. One little word from her and they could both be satisfied. She opened her mouth, feeling him strain against the thin barrier.

“Marian...please.” He begged. He loved her so much, he wanted her so much.
She opened her mouth. “No.”

Guy’s eyes widened in shock, so sure she felt just a little of what he felt for her, only to be bitterly disappointed again. He rolled off her and lay by her side. Desire gave way to anger as he withdrew from her emotionally and roughly replaced his manhood with his fingers, thrusting deeply into her. It hurt a little, but her unsatisfied body took over, as he worked his fingers faster and faster, watching her all the time, knowing she hated betraying herself to him in such a way.

He did not have to wait long as he felt her inner walls start to grip his fingers tighter, mourning the loss of him each time they pulled out of her. Marian stared back at him defiantly as she came hard, never knowing such intense pleasure in her whole life as wave after wave convulsed through her body.

“Guy!” With one final betrayal of her body, his name was wrenched from her unwilling lips.

When her tremours stopped, Guy removed his fingers from her. He gave her an angry look of satisfaction. Her mouth had been able to lie about what it wanted, but her body had not.

“You are a liar, but we both know that already. Don’t we?”

She could do nothing but lay back against the bed, trying to make some sense of her surroundings as she watched Guy wrap his still damp hand around his erection and begin to stroke himself. Marian wanted to turn her eyes away, but she found she could not, watching as his hand glided up and down, faster and faster, she could tell by his face that he was not far off himself. He had the same look as he had had earlier when she had...his face twisted, as he spent himself on her belly. Thick warm seed splashed against her bare skin and finally it stopped. Both of them lay there in silence for a moment, before Guy got up from the bed and put himself away.

He looked down at her coldly, before throwing a length of linen across her stomach. “Clean yourself up. I am done playing games with you Maid Marian. When you are willing to admit what you really want, you know where to find me.”

Guy picked his jacket up from the floor along with her door key; he opened the door and strode from the room in anger. Marian wiped at herself and flung the linen towel away. Why had she said no? It had shocked her almost as much as he when she had uttered the words. She curled up in a ball and gave way to tears, finally crying herself to sleep.
TBC