Hired Gun Turned Fun

Carnal Urges

Author's Note: This chapter contains smut, warning; graphic sexual content. Enjoy!

Arriving back inside your house, you already had the fire going in the woodstove so you could warm up after bathing outside. You stood there for a moment, allowing the heat to penetrate your cold, wet skin. Then MacCready finally spoke, breaking the silence and catching you off guard.

He was leaning against one of the walls near the woodstove. "What was I doing to you, in your dream?" He wiggled an eyebrow, looking at you with a hungry gaze.

Your face immediately flushed, heart pounding while you recalled it. He had been slamming into you passionately, making you moan and rising to your climax. Then you had woken up.

"Humph, wouldn't you like to know.. Besides, how am I to even know if it's cannon or not?" You attempted to make a joke you thought he'd get.

He grinned at you, indicating that he did. He did read comic books after all. "You could always ask..." He was standing a mere few inches away, you longed to close the gap in between.

You were feeling dizzy from both excitement and alcohol, and all you wanted was for your dream to become reality. "Yeah I could, but I might die from embarrassment." You chuckled lightly.

He chuckled in return, as you took a small step forward. "How about.. I show you, Hotshot?" You breathed into his ear seductively.

Without skipping a beat, his lips were crashing into yours heatedly. You gripped onto his shoulder blades as you deepened the kiss, running your tongue along his. He placed a hand on your cheek softly and the other onto your waist, pulling you to him. You felt ignited from the inside out, the desire consuming all of your brain functioning.

He suddenly picked you up, making you yelp in surprise. Taking you into your room, he gently placed you on the bed. "Now I don't know if the setting is the same..." he began but started laughing when he saw your face.

"Shut up, Robert." You laughed while unhooking your bra and throwing it in the corner. That should shut his cocky mouth up.

You posed in a position that showed off your supple breasts, his eyes watching you. "There wasn't a setting, just you..." You trailed off blushing and unable to say how hard he was fucking you in your dream.

This seemed to send him into a frenzy, he started kissing you tenderly and caressing your breasts. You were enjoying his affections and started running your hand through his still-damp hair, while your other hand slowly inched it's way down his abdomen.

He then migrated his kisses away from your mouth, down your neck, past your collarbone and finally resting around one of your breasts. He teased the nipple, kissing and licking it intermittently.

By now, your hand had finally reached it's goal, the waistband of his underwear. You gripped it and pulled on it a bit, indicating that you wanted them off.

"Damn.. you're incredibly sexy, you know that?" He gazed at you longingly.

You couldn't help grinning cheekily, eyeing his wide shoulders and thin but muscular frame. "Mmhh.. oh I know.. but do you know, that you're just my type?"

He smirked as he removed the last of his clothing, you immediately doing the same. Now that you were both finally naked again, you two took your time ogling each other in the light. You sought out a view of his dick, noticing how it looked when erect. He was well-endowed, the length quite substantial and he was plump, slightly curving to one side.

He pounced on you before you could beat him to it. He began pleasuring your clitorus, licking and suckling on it tenderly. You instantly sucked in a breath and let out a series of moans. The intense pleasure was enough to make you forget to breathe. He returned from his ministrations, grinning from ear-to-ear.