Red Dead Redemption II [ one shots ]

Pirate Queen - A.M (Part Three- Smut!)

Smut below. Beware, beware. XXOO
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"Now hold on a minute, cowboy." I stated, breathlessly, managing to pull back slightly from Arthur's needy kisses.

"Please don't tell me you're having second thoughts." He groaned, dropping his head to my chest. I couldn't hold back a laugh at the despondent tone of his voice– a full-bellied cackle that had his mouth curving with a smile.

"Not at all, Mr. Morgan." I replied when my laughter had died down. "But it occurred to me that as this is my ship, it means I'm in charge." With that I pushed Arthur off me with a gentle shove and he obliged, albeit reluctantly, and slid off the bed.

I rose onto my elbows, giving into another shameless perusal of his still-clothed body. I couldn't help it when my lips curled into a smile, seeing the wary look on his face as the handsome gunslinger stood before me, a bit awkwardly. Deciding he needed a little prodding, I sat up, fully shrugging off my coat and slowly undoing the first four buttons of my shirt. I watched as Arthur's gaze tracked my movements, intently waiting for a flash of skin as I bared just enough.

"Know what that means, pretty boy?" I called, teasingly, forcing Arthur's dazed eyes back up to my face. He cleared his throat, cheeks flushed, as he shook his head.

"That means you've got to earn it." I replied, fully unbuttoning my shirt and allowing the fine cotton to slip off my shoulders. "So, show me what you've got." I finished saucily, licking my lips.

Arthur's blue eyes darkened at my words, practically glinting with challenge. Slowly he took his hat off, tossing it to the floor, before raising his eyebrows mockingly as his hands moved to the buttons on his shirt. He paused, as if waiting for further instructions.

"Come on, cowboy. Don't get shy on me." I teased, slipping out of my boots and moving my hands to my gun belt and holster, undoing the buckle. My belt hit floor with a muted thunk, the sound reverberating in the silence.
Arthur raked his gaze over my form, clad as I was in my corset and tight pants. A thrill went through me, noting the anticipation in his eyes. He made quick work of his belt, shirt and shoes, all interest in continuing his strip-tease lost.

"Earn it, hm?" He asked as he leaned over me, forcing me to completely lay back on the bed. His voice was the most attractive thing I'd heard in years- the soft rasp had me burning for him.

My heart was beating loudly, a deafening pounding as I anxiously waited to feel his touch again. I nodded, swallowing thickly as he lightly set his hands wandering up my body, to the top of my corset.

"Then I guess I'll start with this." Arthur growled as he gripped my corset and pulled, effectively wrenching the garment in two. I gasped at the sudden, violent movement, my private skin prickling in awareness as the two halves of my corset parted to reveal my bare chest. Arthur's mouth came down on the soft flesh of my throat again, as his rough hands moved to cup my breasts. I couldn't hold back my moans as he worked over my body, his thumb lightly caressing the tight bud of my nipple.

"That's right," He murmured raggedly in my ear, enjoying the helpless sounds spilling from my mouth as he left his marks upon my skin. Arthur sealed his lips over mine, licking desperately into my mouth as one of his hands moved to the button on my pants.

The shock of his hand against the smooth skin of my belly had me snapping out of my pleasured daze and determined to regain control. I grabbed his shoulders and rolled him, pressing him firmly into the slippery satin of the coverlet, settling myself atop his lap.
Arthur grinned taking in the new position, his hands moving to grip my hips tightly as I slightly pressed down against the hard ridge of his arousal.