Free WarriorsApprentice by Alysh Ellis

drop of pre-cum, he clambered onto the bed, raised himself to cover
Judie’s body and drove hard and fast into her wet, welcoming channel.
    His hips flexed and pounded with an intensity that looked
and felt like a desperate drive to completion. In contrast his eyes were cold
and distant. Then his gaze flicked upward and he slammed them shut, his mouth
twisted into a fierce line as air whooshed in and out of his tight nostrils.
The deep grooves that bracketed his mouth could as easily have been from pain.
    He changed the angle of his hips and penetrated deeper,
finding a spot on her inner walls she hadn’t known existed. The friction
changed the pace and intensity of her rising tension. She moaned and Ty
grunted, the sound of a man acknowledging feedback on a task he had set
himself.
    There was no mistaking what was happening here. They were
not making love. She was being fucked, a race to purely physical satisfaction
with no softness, no tenderness beyond what was necessary to achieve sexual
satisfaction. When it started, Ty had tried to disguise the basic nature of his
drive, but in the heat of action all pretense had dropped.
    And she loved it. Hard, fast and furious it might be, but
Ty’s technique was good, his cock thick and curved, stretching and filling her.
His hot, moist breath, rushing out in rapid bursts, the feel of sweat on his
smooth skin slipping and sliding on hers like warm cream. Combined with Huon’s
rock-hard cock at her back and his hands rubbing her nipples, it tipped her
over the edge and she came with a high, keening whimper.
    A few more deep thrusts and Ty’s cock pumped out his
release. His head slumped down between his shoulders but he kept his weight
supported, leaving a space between their bodies as if lying skin against skin
was more intimate than all the frenzied act that preceded it.
    The tensing of his muscles warned her and she braced herself
as he withdrew, pulling back onto his haunches, swinging his legs off the bed
to stand.
    “I’ll leave you and Huon alone. Boy might be a bit nervous
with me around.”
    He swung away and walked out of the door, leaving her gaping
in shock. Huon stirred and slipped out from behind her to settle on the bed
next to her head. His gaze too was firmly fixed on the blank face of the door
that had just swung shut with a solid clunk.
    After a moment he turned back to Judie, his blue eyes wide.
“Don’t take it personally,” he said.
    “Why would I take it personally?” Judie could hear how
sarcastic and bitter she sounded but she couldn’t do anything about it, not
when embarrassment and anger heated her face and made her want to hide under
the covers. “He screwed my brains out and just got up and walked out. Of course that’s not personal.”
    “It’s the way he is,” Huon said, gripping her hand tightly.
“When he’s got something to do he focuses on it completely, and when it’s over,
he detaches.”
    “Is that what you call it? I call it downright insulting,”
she muttered and released her hand from Huon’s grip to grab the sheet out of
the tangled mess on top of the bed.
    Huon put both arms around her and pulled her into a gentle
hug. “Don’t be offended. It isn’t you, it’s me.” Judie had never expected to
hear that cliché in a situation like this, but she had never been in a
situation like this, so she kept quiet and listened as Huon continued. “Tyb— Ty
has been my…mentor in my…um, professional capacity. He acts that way with me
all the time. I don’t want you to be upset.”
    He sounded so sincere and so concerned that Judie let
herself relax. His slender but powerful body took her weight and she leaned in,
snuggling under his chin, smelling the fresh, sweet scent of him, letting the
soothing sound of his soft reassurances wash over her and take away the sting
of Ty’s abrupt departure.
    Her hands slipped around to stroke down the hollow groove of
his spine, his indrawn breath encouraging her to explore lower.