Chapter 171: Chloe’s Room [18+]

Arthur stood outside Chloe’s door with a bag of fried food tucked under one arm. When she opened the door, she was still in her infirmary uniform, her blonde hair half-fallen from its pins and exhaustion written all over her face.

"Rough shift?" Arthur asked.

"Don’t start." Chloe’s attention dropped to the bag. "Please tell me that’s chicken."

"It is."

That earned him enough of a smile for her to move aside and let him in.

The room looked worse than she did. Healer notes covered half the desk, an anatomy book had been abandoned on the rug, and clean laundry occupied most of the chair beside the bed.

Chloe started pulling the remaining pins from her hair while Arthur cleared enough space for them to sit on the mattress. Her blouse came off next, tossed onto the laundry pile before she pulled on a loose grey shirt.

She caught him watching before the shirt came all the way down.

"You planning to help with anything?" Chloe asked.

"No."

Chloe snorted. "Thought so."

They sat on the bed to eat. Chloe was tired enough that she immediately sprawled halfway over him, leaning her weight heavily against his side. Arthur kept one hand resting comfortably on her bare thigh while he ate.

Chloe just stole food directly from his box.

When Arthur picked up a piece of chicken, some of the spicy sauce smeared across his thumb. Before he could wipe it off, Chloe grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand to her mouth, and sucked the sauce off his skin. She bit down lightly on his finger before letting him go.

Arthur gave her a look.

Chloe chewed her food and ignored him.

She reached across him for another piece. As she stretched, Arthur caught her eyes dropping to the dark bite mark Emily had left near his collarbone.

"Still thinking about last night?" Arthur asked.

Chloe settled back against his side with the chicken. "You and Emily weren’t exactly subtle."

"You were staring."

"Yeah." There wasn’t any embarrassment in her answer. Chloe kept eating while Arthur slid his hand higher up her thigh.

"At her?"

Chloe looked at him now, amusement creeping into her expression. "Both of you."

Arthur laughed under his breath. "Should’ve guessed."

Chloe leaned against him again. "You didn’t exactly hate catching me."

"No."

She smiled at that and let the subject sit there while they finished eating.

Arthur shoved the empty containers onto the nightstand, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her fully across his lap.

Chloe kissed him hard. Her mouth opened hot and wet against his, her teeth catching his lower lip. Arthur gripped her ass, pulling her hips flush against his crotch. Chloe caught the hair at the back of his neck and kept him exactly where she wanted him.

Arthur broke the kiss to drag his mouth down her jaw. He kissed down her neck, biting lightly at her shoulder, and pushed her shirt up to kiss her bare stomach.

Arthur eventually caught the pattern. Every time Chloe kissed him, touched him, or dragged her nails lightly across his stomach, she kept checking his face afterward.

"You really like watching me react," Arthur murmured against her skin.

Chloe smiled against his neck. "Maybe I do."

She squeezed his thighs, deliberately rolling her hips down against his hard dick through their clothes. She kept watching his eyes, looking for the exact moment his jaw tightened.

Arthur lost patience with the game. He grabbed her waist and shoved her flat onto her back against the pillows.

Chloe laughed softly as he pushed her back against the pillows.

Arthur kissed her hard enough to shut her up. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his free hand unbuckling his pants and kicking them off. He dragged her skirt and underwear down her legs, tossing them off the edge of the bed.

He settled his weight between her bare thighs, lining his thick dick up with her soaking wet pussy.

He shoved inside her in one long, deep thrust.

"Ahn!" Chloe arched her back off the mattress, a sharp gasp tearing out of her throat as he stretched her open.

Arthur started moving, but he deliberately slowed the pace down. He leaned back slightly, holding her wrists against the sheets, and stared directly down at her face.

Chloe flushed, her breathing already turning shallow.

Arthur held her gaze. "You like watching. I figured I’d give you something to look at."

He drove his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside her wet heat. Chloe tried to hold the eye contact, but the steady, grinding friction was wrecking her. The wet, slapping sound of their bodies hitting together echoed in the messy room.

Arthur kept looking at her, fucking her wet pussy in a slow, punishing rhythm.

Her fingers tightened around his arms. The little sounds she had been holding back became less controlled. Every time she managed to focus on his face again, Arthur could see her attention slipping, her eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure dragged her under.

"Look at me."

Chloe forced her eyes open. "Ah... mhm... Arthur, fuck."

Arthur reached down and rubbed two fingers directly against her clit while he kept thrusting deep inside her.

Chloe cracked completely.

"Ahn! Fuck... yes!"

Her hips chased his thrusts wildly. Her soaking wet pussy clenched down hard around his dick, milking him as her entire body shuddered against the mattress. She climaxed with a loud, messy moan, burying her face against his shoulder.

Arthur drove into her tight heat a few more times, groaning roughly as he emptied thick ropes of cum deep inside her.

He dropped his weight onto his forearms, catching his breath.

Chloe sank into the mattress, her arms still wrapped loosely around his neck.

Afterward, Arthur rolled onto his side and pulled Chloe against him. She dragged the blanket up from the foot of the bed and covered them both.

They lay there in the quiet room. Chloe eventually noticed the older bite mark beside the fresh one she had left on his shoulder and ran a finger over both.

"Emily bites hard," Chloe murmured.

Arthur looked down at the mark Chloe had just put on him. "You’re really criticizing her?"

Chloe inspected her own work like that somehow made a difference. "Mine looks better."

Arthur laughed and pulled her closer.

Later, Chloe lay over his chest with one of her healer notes forgotten in her hand.

"You think Emily would give a shit if I kept watching?"

Arthur glanced down at her. "Ask her."

Chloe was quiet for a bit, then gave a small shrug. "Maybe I will."

She dropped the crumpled note onto the floor and settled fully against his chest, her eyes fluttering shut.

Arthur checked the time on his phone and immediately regretted it.

"You seriously have to be up at five?"

Chloe made a tired sound against his chest. "Unfortunately."

Arthur started shifting toward the edge of the bed.

Her arm tightened around his waist.

"Stay."

Arthur looked down at her. "You’re going to drag me awake at five."

"You can complain about it in the morning."

She tucked herself closer against him before he could argue, already too tired to keep the conversation going.

Arthur considered leaving anyway.

Then Chloe’s breathing started to even out against his chest.

He reached for the blanket instead, pulled it over both of them, and switched off the lamp.