Dutch's Daughter [[RDR2 Arthur Morgan x OC]]

chapter 10; hot springs

Warning: The hot springs aren't the only thing steaming in this chapter 🥵😉

--Smut Ahead--

They both know this is wrong, so wrong, to be kissing the person they've spent the majority of their lives hating but it feels so good. And neither of them can stop.

So intense, it scares Charlotte more than any wolf ever could. She's never felt anything like this before. She'd happily drown in this kiss, surrounded by the heat of the hot springs and his warm body pressed tightly against hers. Arthur pulls back, resting his forehead on hers and taking a deep breath, smiling down at her. Charlotte sneaks a hand to her thigh, pinching her skin tightly.

"What was that for?" Arthur scoffs.

"Just... checking something." She smirks, capturing his lips again, hungrily. He pushes against her, pinning her to the tree so she can't escape his grasp. Sucking in the hot, heavy air surrounding them, Charlotte parts her lip, allowing his tongue to slip in. Slow and passionate, fueled by years of built up anger and frustration all releasing blissfully in this moment. The surrounding land is silent, aside from the murmur of bubbling hot springs. A hand drops, tired of grasping rough tree bark and grabs her hip instead, lips sliding down her jaw to her neck, sucking and biting. Charlotte's eyes flutter shut, head falling back on the tree as she lets out a moan.

"Arthur, we should-" She forces herself to think rationally. Too caught up in their hate fueled passion, they haven't discussed what this means for them. Arthur pulls back immediately, staring into her eyes, placing a single finger over her mouth.

"Not another fucking word for the rest of the night." He bites, nipping at her bottom lip, silencing her. She nods obediently, tasting him as she closes her lips over his. Cigarette smoke and liquor flavoring the kiss. Both of his hands grab beneath her hips, wrapping her legs around him, carrying her to the tent. They crash onto the bed roll, still entwined together, fingers fumbling for shirt buttons. He pushes against her, the bulge growing in his jeans pressing into her center.

"Fuck, Arthur, please..." She moans, bucking forward, desperate for his touch. A rough growl leaves his lips, popping her jeans open and sliding a hand in to find her dripping panties.

"I'm not going to ask again." Rubbing over the thin fabric, Charlotte bites her lips, moaning loudly, fighting the urge to moan his name. "Mm... good girl." He smirks, teeth grazing her jawline. He lays her back, settling her in a comfortable position to slide her jeans down before returning himself at her center. Rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb, he rhythmically thrusts against her as she wraps her legs tighter around him. A second finger finds her soft entrance, thrusting in, her juices flowing down his fingers the more he slid them in. He pauses to pull his shirt off, demanding the same of Charlotte, taking a moment to take all of her in before he feels her hand sliding down his bare chest until it finds his underwear, grabbing his hard cock. He hisses and pushes his fingers back, deep inside of her as she pumps over his length.

He snags the belt from his pants, grabbing her dainty wrists and wrapping the leather around them, pulling it tight so she's bound and completely at his will. She lets out a breathy gasp, her eyes filling with lust and submission. Arthur fights the urge to leave hickeys all over her bare chest, marking what belongs to him for the night. He flips her over onto her hands and knees, pressing her shoulders so her chest is against the bedroll and pretty little ass is in the air. "You're mine." He growls, groping her soft skin with his calloused hands. His tongue connects with her soaked pussy, flicking the sensitive skin around her clit. She pants, patting her legs further, wanting more but he continues teasing her.

"Oh god... Arthur, please, I need it..." Her legs shake, desperate to feel more than short flickers of pleasure. His hand collides with her ass, sending a shock of pain through her. He slides it up her back, chest pressing against her back until he's got her by the throat.

"Listen to you beg for me, little Lottie..." In one fell swoop, his face is buried back between her legs, his parted mouth closing over her clit, sucking and flicking vigorously. She gasps, pushing her bound hands above her and arching her back with the sudden pleasure. She rocks her hips as he moved his tongue expertly, bringing her closer to her edge. Her breaths start getting ragged and her legs shake harder - he can tell she's getting close. Before she can orgasm, he pulls away from her, unfinished causing her to moan helplessly. She looks back at him, disappointed by his refusal to continue, eyes expecting an answer.

"I'm gonna need you to ask nicely."

"Please, Arthur..." Charlotte rolls her eyes.

"Please what? What do you want me to do, Lottie?" His hands grope her cheeks, nails digging into her smooth skin, spreading them teasingly.

"Fuck me, Arthur... please."

The corner of his lips pull into a smirk as he pushes her face back down, grabbing a fistful of her wavy black hair. "Good girl." He hisses into her ear, thrusting into her tight center. A throaty moan escapes her, a line of profane words coming out with it. She needed this, this pleasure mixed together with pain in such sweet ecstasy. He growls into her ear, pushing his hard cock into her again sharply. She gasps, tilting her head back and curling her toes. Intense lust filled eyes roam over her body, enjoying the control he holds, watching himself undo her like this. He pumps into her, not holding back anymore, pulling her hair gently but forcibly enough to keep her submissive. She starts rotating her hips on his cock, pushing her hips down to meet each of his thrusts.

"I'm close.." she moans out, her walls tightening around him, causing him to groan loudly, slamming deeper inside of her. She cums all over his thick veiny cock, mere seconds before he pulls out, cumming all over her back.

The two pant heavily, the tidal waves of their orgasms washing over them as they ground themselves once again. He untangles his fingers from her hair, crashing on the bedroll beside her. She nestles into his chest, still attempting to settle her erratic breath.

"So... that was unexpected." She pants, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"What does this mean for us?"

"Let's not think about that now... I don't want this to end yet." He kisses her forehead, squeezing her tightly before pulling the blanket over their bodies. She doesn't protest or push the conversation anymore. She to, felt completely satisfied, laying there in his arms like she was his and he was hers.

Tomorrow, things would change again and she feared this would be a one time occurrence. A simple fluke. Now that they'd released their pent up tension, things would go back to the way it was before... right?