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Listening to the birds singing and celebrating the new morning sun, you slowly woke up, blinking a few times to get used to the light. You felt Arthur pressed against your back, spooning you. You were both still naked, too tired to put your clothes back on after last night’s events. You turned in his arms under the blanket, and you were met with his beautiful face, relaxed and sated.
Looking peaceful and content, with a small smile playing on his lips. His chest rises and falls slowly as he breathes deeply.
You smile at the sight of him, feeling happy and fulfilled. You reach out and brush some stray strands of hair from his face, tucking them behind his ear. He looks so peaceful, like a dream come true. A slight blush creeps into your cheeks as you look at him. Remembering the night priors events. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you admire his beauty.
His lips had a small, soft smile on them. His eyelashes kissed his cheeks bones gently as he slept. He’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. You couldn’t help yourself but to lean in, kissing his cheek softly, gently, not wanting to wake him up. He hummed, his arms around your waist hugging you closer to him.
The sound only made you hornier, rubbing your thighs together to relish your need. Your hands pressed against his dusty hairs of his chest, ‘accidentally’ brushing his nipples. Arthur sighed heavily, though you didn’t take it he was a wake.
He thinks he must be dreaming. You, cuddled up in his arms, the sweetest, the most beautiful girl in camp, not caring if he was 15 years older than you, he loved you and you loved him a whole lot more. Your rule was ‘age ain’t nothing but a number’.
Arthur woke up to the feeling of the sheets shifting, opening his eyes slowly.
“Morning.” He muttered, voice deep from sleep, wiping his eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the light. Opening them again, he found you removing the covers from his lower body, exposing his muscled thighs and softened member. Laying gently against his thigh, it makes your mouth water.
“Darlin’..?” He muttered, noticing where your eyes are focusing. They quickly shot up to him. You smirked, and straddled his legs, you placed your hands on his stomach, your breasts lightly touching his shaft.
“Good morning indeed.” You whispered against his skin. He groans, his muscles tightening under your touch. You leaned down and kissed his hip, lightly biting it. Arthur’s hand quickly shot to the back of your head, hissing from the sensation of you nibbling his sensitive skin.
You grinned and trailed your kisses down to his navel, to his throbbing cock, as it was fully hard and leaking now. You licked a trail from his base to head, swirling your tongue firmly when you reach the tip.
Arthur groans, throwing his head back on the soft pillows, his hand on your head tightening in your hair slightly.
“Fuck…” he cursed when you finally took him in your mouth, sucking gently on the head. His hips thrusting up lightly into your mouth. You moaned around him and took him deeper in your mouth.
Your eyes shot up, watching his face as it contoured into pure pleasure. His brows knitted together and his eyes screwed shut, his lips parted as he let out soft groans, his fingers stroking your scalp gently. You bobbed your head up and down, intensifying the pleasure running through his body.
His hand tightened in your hair, pushing your head down to take him deeper in your mouth, till he hits the back of your throat.
“Arthur?” A voice comes from outside, footsteps approaching your shared room.
Arthurs eyes shot open, quickly sitting up, looking over to the door and back down to you.
“Arthur, you awake yet?” The voice gets closer and so does the footsteps. You were too distracted in pleasuring him you didn’t even notice that you might actually get caught.
Arthur tried to push you away but it was too late, he didn’t know what to do! So he quickly threw the blankets on top of his lower body, covering you and his legs up.
The door has been opened, a man stepped in.
“Arthur..? Come on son, I never took you for a lazy one.” It was Dutch, at that moment you realized that there was someone in the room, your eyes opened in fear, his cock still in your mouth.
“Uh- I’m sorry Dutch I’m just-“ he grunted, when he felt you continuing to suck him, closing his eyes momentarily and then continuing, ”just tired is all.” He took a deep shuddering breath.
“I know son, but we need-“ Dutch started, stepping closer to the bed but Arthur cuts in, fear that he might notice what’s going on beneath the blanket.
“Yeah I know I know, we need money.” Arthur finished, his voice is strained as he was barely able to breathe.
Meanwhile you were doing a quite a job under there, sucking and twirling your tongue, you weren’t able to bob your head duo to the position you’re in, but it was enough to make Arthur’s face turn red.
“Are you alright Arthur? You don’t look-” Dutch asked, tilting his head and noticing the slight change in Arthur’s face.
“Can- 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄- can this wait?” Arthur stammered out, barely keeping up with the straight face anymore as it started to contour into pleasure.
“Sure son.” Dutch said, he sighed and opened the door and left. But you knew, you knew he noticed something was up.
After making sure he really left, Arthur growled and quickly threw the blankets off you, he tangled his fingers in your hair and pushed you down, hard, making you choke on his cock.
“Sorry darlin’.” he muttered, but you didn’t mind, with tears forming in the edge of your eyes, you happily obliged, bobbing your head up and down, faster, harder. Arthur moaned softly, falling and throwing his head back again and biting his lips to stifle the moans he couldn’t keep for himself.
“Yeah…good girl.” He praised, and damn it if it didn’t go straight to your core. Not bothering to touch yourself, your hands found purchase against his thighs, gripping onto them tightly as you worshipped his enormous cock.
Arthur’s head fell back, “Get- you gotta move-“ he said huskily, his hand in your hair pulling you off him.
You pulled back, ”no! I want it,” a gentle suck to his tip, ”I want it!” Then you took him back in your mouth and started sucking harder.
Arthur’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hands gripped - one in your hair and the other in the sheets - impossibly harder. With one final swipe of your tongue, he came, shooting his spend in your mouth, filling it up. Meanwhile he was unraveling beneath you, groans fell from his lips along with other curses that you didn’t quite catch cause he muttered them more to himself than you.
“Oh fuck that’s it, good girl.” He praised, his hand in your hair keeping your head in place. You moaned at his taste, swallowing everything he had to offer, while you kept sucking his head. When you kept sucking him, he hissed from overstimulation, his hand in your hair pulling you up.
“Shit-“ a shaky breath, “S-Stop…” his voice was strained as if he was punched in the balls, his thighs twitching slightly with every swipe of your tongue against his shaft. You quickly pulled away, his cock, now soft, left your mouth with a loud smacking sound, you wiped your mouth and chin and looked up at him.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away.” You whispered gently, looking up at him apologetically. Arthur chuckled weakly, breathlessly.
“It’s alright, sweetheart.” His hand reached out and stroked your cheeks, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but to lean forward, kissing him with renewed vigor. He kissed you back eagerly with the little strength he had left, not minding the taste of himself on your tongue.
“Almost got caught there..” He whispered when you pulled back for air.
“Yeah well…you still have to pay me back, cowboy.” You whispered, biting your lip and leaning back against the bed, spreading your legs, flashing him with your cunt. Arthur chuckled as he saw your smooth, wet lips, always smiling for him, glistening wet with desire.
“Yes. Ma’am.” He said, getting comfortably between your spread legs, ready to worship your sweet little cunt.
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Later that day, you and Arthur were sitting on the dining table next to Pearsons food wagon, eating what they call a stew. Dutch would walk past you both. Arthur warned you not to act weird and to be calm about it, cause the fucker just glared at you when you ducked your head down, not wanting to make eye contacts with Dutch.
Which proved his
“You two…” Dutch started, “I know what you’ve been up to.”
Well done idiot, now the whole camp is gonna know. You couldn’t dare look up at him, too embarrassed by the fact that he actually knows what you and Arthur do together. Arthur just raised a brow at him, acting a fool.
“Get a hold of yourselves!” He glared and walked away, leaving you both to giggle under your breaths.
“This is the last goddamn time we do it in camp.” Arthur muttered.