Rugburn

A/N: For Killer K, just for being one of my first fans. Here’s a little Karl to help you thru the holiday season.

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“Jesus Christ, girl! What the hell happened to your knees?”

I paused with my martini halfway to my mouth and frowned at my best friend. “What?” I asked in a puzzled voice. I set my glass down and looked to where her eyes were fixed.

Right there, above the tops of my black knee high boots were ugly red scrapes, adorning both knees. My fingers brushed them absently and I hissed at the stinging sensation. A small smile played on my lips as I remembered stolen words from the night before.

Eager little bitch, aren’t you?

I gulped in a breath and looked back to my friend, willing my cheeks not to burn. I grabbed my drink and took a long sip, avoiding inquisitive eyes. I swallowed and shrugged. “Nothing,” was all I could come up with.

“Bullshit, ‘nothing.’ You don’t get rug burn on your knees and not have a story to tell.” She pointed an accusatory finger at me and waited for me to speak.

I shook my head. “Honestly, nothing happened.”

My friend raised a dark eyebrow then. “You were at that press junket last night, weren’t you? The one for ‘Rings’?” Her eyes went wide then at the possibility of might have happened. “Oh, screw you, you did not fuck Viggo.”

“What?” My eyes widened at the idea. But really, it wasn’t that far fetched. “No, I didn’t fuck Viggo,” I said in a lower voice. “Keep it down,” I added in a mutter. I glanced around to make sure that no one else was really listening.

“So who did you fuck then? Or was it someone who isn’t even worth a mention?”

You like me fucking you like this, don’t you? Nothing sweet here, honey, just a filthy mind, a dirty mouth, and a lot of fucking.

My heart rate doubled as more words from the previous evening suddenly surfaced in my mind. “No,” I said breathlessly. “No, he’s definitely worth the mention. But I’m not naming names.”

Satisfied that she was going to get some sort of story from me, my friend sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes glittering with mischief. “I’m waiting.”

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“You know what I hate about these things? All of the fucking schmoozing.”

I looked up from the wine list at the bar and towards the voice at my right shoulder. There he was, dressed in a gray suit with a crisp white dress shirt underneath. He might have been wearing a tie earlier but it was no where in sight now, and he had pulled loose the top button of the shirt. He was staring straight ahead, his long, tanned fingers wrapped neatly around a bottle of Heineken. I wasn’t even sure if it was he that had spoken. I blinked and he turned to me, looking at me from the corner of his eye.

“Apparently you don’t like the schmoozing either.” He must have been commenting on my lack of an answer to his first statement.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure who spoke. And no, I don’t really like the schmoozing. Intimate settings are more to my liking…they’re more…”

“Intimate?” He chuckled with a raised eyebrow.

I laughed then. “And I’m a writer. You’d think I could come up with a better description than that.”

He turned his body to me then and leaned up against the bar. Green eyes held my own gray ones for a moment and then he looked me over, his eyes lingering on the cleavage that was peeking out of my top. “You’re a writer?” He asked suddenly as his eyes returned to mine. He seemed genuinely interested in that.

“Yes,” I nodded as I picked up the wine list again, letting my eyes linger there for a moment. I stole a glance up and found him looking at me, his head cocked to the side and his dark hair swinging across his forehead. I held out my hand and gave him my name. “I write for a small entertainment mag in Vancouver. Mostly local stuff, but they like to cover what’s happening in the bigger areas as well. You know, New York, LA…”

“And New Zealand?” He quipped, motioning to the Auckland bar we were standing in.

“Nah, this is my vacation.” I pulled out a press pass from my purse. “This just gets me into everywhere. I had someone do me a favor.”

“You must be pretty special to have gotten a favor like that.”

I smiled and inclined my head. “I like to think so.”

He smiled at that, a wicked grin that dimpled his cheeks and made him look boyishly charming and ruggedly handsome at the same time…if that’s even possible. He was still holding my hand from when I introduced myself. “I’m Karl.”

“So Karl, if you dislike these events so much, why do you spend time here?”

He looked over his shoulder at the gathering of other cast members and ticked his head back to them. “I like getting together with them, but sometimes I’d like to be known for other things.” He looked back to me and reached out, gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “And if I hadn’t stayed, I wouldn’t have met you.”

He reached for his beer and took another sip and motioned for me to do the same with my own. “Drink your martini,” he said softly. “I’m getting out of here and I’m taking you with me.”

I stared at him blankly. “Okay, what? I mean, I just met you…not that I didn’t know who you were before…but that’s beside the point.” I shifted in my heels and shook my head as I reached for my purse. Looking back up at him I asked him, “Why do you want to take me with you?”

He paused and tapped at his chin in a joking manner. “Ah, let’s see…I don’t want you to be bored, I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want to leave you here to be hit upon by three hobbits and an elf.”

“But a Rider of Rohan is okay?” I quipped sarcastically.

“Oh, we’re the best,” Karl said flippantly with a short nod. “We always get the girl. Makes us feel all manly and such.” He chuckled at my perturbed expression. “Seriously, I think we’ll have fun.” He moved towards me then, stepping into my personal space. I backed up and felt the bar against my back and Karl put a hand beside mine on the bar, effectively blocking any exit I could make with any amount of finesse. “Tell me you like to have fun,” he whispered with his cocky Aussie accent. “Hmm?” he smiled as his eyes lowered to my mouth.

I licked at my lips then and I heard him sigh gently. I tossed my hair from my face and turned my chin up, looking into his face. His eyes came back to mine and he winked. “C’mon,” he urged, taking my hand and pulling the martini glass out of it. He set it on the bar, dropped a twenty, and ushered me through the party and out the front doors of the theatre.

“This one,” Karl instructed, pulling me against his body and wrapping a protective arm around my shoulders. He held the door of a black BMW town car open and waited for me to slide across the leather interior before following me and closing the door, shutting out the sounds of screaming fans and harassing photographers. Flashbulbs still popped outside like strobes, but inside, the interior of the car was dim, cozy, and definitely intimate.

I sank back into the seat and crossed my ankles, smoothing out the black silk crepe layers of my skirt. When he leaned forward to give instructions to the driver, I made a quick check of my make up in my compact, running a finger through the tousled ginger curls on my head. Snapping it shut just as Karl sat back, I dropped the mirror into my purse and turned to him.

“Where are we going?”

“Well,” he began as he crossed his ankle over his knee. “That depends on you. Now, I’m all for having a few beers, maybe getting to know each other a little better, and then brining you back to my hotel and fucking the shit out of you.”

“You are quite blunt, aren’t you?” I asked, blinking prettily.

Karl shrugged. “What can I say? I’m randy as fuck.” He leaned closer to me then, smiling sweetly as his fingertips gently ran over my shoulder and down to trace the line of my collarbone. “I’ve been watching you since you arrived.” His voice was low and it rumbled up from his chest.

I gave him a sidelong glance and he cocked his head in askance, his luscious bottom lip jutting out just ever so slightly. He nodded and went on to explain his night-long observation.

“You kinda just sailed in, right? With your gorgeous copper curls and that little black dress…shows just enough of your thighs when you cross your legs. You drank two martinis, very dry, and pitched the olives back to the bartender with barely a glance over your shoulder.” He slid across the seat then and his hand settled on my knee, his fingers cupping the inside of my thigh. “And then you tossed your hair behind your shoulder… played with your necklace…” His fingers now toyed with the large piece of amber that hung on a simple leather cord and I closed my own fingers over his.

He paused and blinked in question, searching my eyes for signs of resistance. He practically smirked when he found none. I knew he wouldn’t. He sighed then and leaned back, letting go of my necklace but keeping his hand on my knee. “Come on, I’m not going to bite you…”

“Unless I want you to, right?”

Karl laughed then and shook his head, turning to watch me closely. “Nah babe, only if I want to.”

“You like being in control, don’t you?” I smirked as he looked away, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “It makes you feel good to come on this strong.” I laughed shortly and shook my head.

The hand on my leg tightened and he moved it up, sliding the hem of my dress up along the way. I gasped and watched as his hand shifted higher, his palm hot and calloused against my skin. His dark hair brushed my shoulders as he leaned in and I jumped at the closeness of his mouth to my ear. His tongue darted out and grazed the lobe, and then he pressed his nose into the spot just behind my ear, inhaling with a groan.

“Jesus, I can practically smell it on you. You like this game. Always so tough at work, willing to go to hell and back for a story…trying to make a name for yourself in an office full of men…When all you want,” and his voice grew slow and thick like molasses in January, “is to have your panties torn off,” he paused then. I whimpered when the very tips of his fingers brushed against the damp scrap of silk between my thighs, “and some bloke to eat you like you’ve never been eaten before.” He increased the pressure of his fingers and rubbed my clit through the material of my panties. My hips jerked shamelessly towards him and he purred. “You want it, don’t you?”

I shook my head vigorously, panting for air. Karl ignored my protests and nodded again. “Yes, yes you do.” My thighs tensed and he hummed in approval. “Just a little bit more…that’s all you need, isn’t it?” His fingers moved again and my hand went to his wrist to try and wrench his touch away from my body. He twisted out of my grasp and locked the fingers of his other hand with my defending one. His thumb gently brushed the soft skin on the back of my hand and he shushed me with soft words.

Gulping great breaths of air, I willed myself to look him in the eye. It was my downfall. The hazel depths had become a deep and earthy green, and his nostrils flared as he struggled with his own heavy breathing. He leaned in then, dipped his head and brought his face within an inch of mine. He sighed and the warm air caressed my lips, which I then licked unconsciously. His nose brushed against mine, and then he nudged my chin with his and suddenly his lips were pressed against mine, the warm, softness of his tongue gently touching my mouth.

His hands left my body only to bury in my hair and he gently cupped my face, his thumbs tracing over my cheeks as he sucked on my bottom lip. I laid a hand flat against his chest in some sort of feeble attempt to get him to stop, but my fingers began toying with the buttons of his shirt and pulling at the lapels of his jacket, trying to get him closer. I couldn’t help it; this man could kiss and I wanted it all. My hands moved up his chest to his shoulders and then his neck, where I wound the thick, dark tresses through my fingers and gently traced his jaw. Inhaling through my nose, I breathed in his unique scent and groaned shamelessly.

“Skip the beers. Let’s go straight to fucking,” I panted before sliding my tongue against his.

Gone were all my reservations, and gods and goddesses willing, they wouldn’t be found until sometime in the next week.

He groaned in approval, a low, lusty sound, and he pulled away from my mouth long enough to breathe the name of the hotel to the driver. He then leaned back against the seat and tilted his lips to my ear once more.

“I want you to take your panties off,” he gruffly ordered me.

The breath caught in my throat and goose bumps spread across my flesh. I shook my head slowly with a nervous breath. “You can’t be serious.”

He nodded, his eyes searching my face. “Yes, I am. Take.Them.Off.”

“I can’t!” I hissed, my eyes darting to the driver momentarily.

Karl’s fingers gripped my jaw and he forced me to look at him. “Don’t look anywhere else but at me.” His eyes trailed to the driver as well, but he was unconcerned. “He’s seen more, believe me. Most drivers have.” Then his hands were back on my thighs, pulling the sides of my dress to my hips and hooking his fingers into the tiny sides of the bikini cut panties I wore. He tugged and began pulling them down.

I had never felt so completely vulnerable and so absolutely, deliciously dirty at the same time. I could feel the damp heat pooling between my thighs; I knew what he would find: me, wet, waiting, and wanting. I whimpered and stopped his insistent tugging, pushing his hands away. He had said he wanted me to do it, so I was going to oblige. My eyes never left his as I deftly tugged the underwear from my hips, down my thighs and then over my knees, letting them slide to the floor. I stepped out of them and grabbed them up in my hand, holding them out to him.

Karl smiled faintly and plucked them from my hand and tucked them into the pocket of his jacket. “Lean back,” he whispered gently, already moving me across the seat so that my back was pressed against the door.

I tried to keep my legs together, tried to arrange myself to his liking without exposing myself completely, but he chuckled at my awkwardness. He shook his head and grabbed hold of my legs, pressing against the inside of one thigh and holding me open as my dress fell shamelessly up to my waist. My hips undulated, trying to replace the shifted garment, but Karl held me steady and looked into my eyes for a moment. Never breaking eye contact, he moved down my body, his lips brushing against the fabric of my dress and his teeth nipping at my breasts. A hand slid up the inside of my thigh, rubbing the soft skin there in smooth circles. Fingers tentatively stroked at my body, and then both hands were there between my thighs and he held me open with the thumb and finger of one hand while he slid two fingers of the other hand down my slick centre and into my body.

I gasped and my body tightened. His fingers felt incredible inside of me – hot, warm, strong…I could hardly wait to feel his cock. At the very thought of him inside of me I relaxed and then tightened around his fingers again. Immediately I began fucking myself on his fingers, whimpering as I felt his thumb brush against my clit every other thrust.

He was above me again, perched between my legs and his mouth searched mine out, slipping into slow, wet kisses once more. He whispered nasty words against my mouth and he smiled as I grew wetter at the sound of his voice. He called me ‘whore’, and the word made his mouth sneer in a delectable pout. He called me nasty, called me wanton, called me slut, all the while his fingers curled inside of me and thumped against my g spot, causing me to sigh. Over and over his thumb pressed against my clit and he pulled away from my ear long enough to look in my eyes as his fingers sawed into me.

“Such a tight, wet, pussy,” he sighed.

His last words made me break and my back arched sharply as one of my hands clung to his shoulder while the other wound in his hair and held him to my mouth. My teeth tore at his bottom lip and he moaned with me as my orgasm slowly subsided. I was literally quivering beneath him.

“See?” He asked lightly. “You don’t want to be treated like a queen. You want to be treated badly. Like a whore.” He looked out the window and saw the lights of his hotel. He turned to me. “I’ll do that for you…make you scream my name while your legs are wrapped around me…” He swallowed and let his eyes rake down my body. “I’ll make you beg for it before we’re through.”

I had managed to sit up and straighten my skirt somewhat, but his words had just started my heart pounding again. Karl was right. I did want to be treated like a whore…hiswhore and only his. The door beside him opened and the drive stood aside, waiting for us to exit the back seat. Karl smiled his devastating smile once more and I found my hand in his as he pulled me from the car and ushered me up to the lobby of the Ascott Metropolis Hotel. He nodded to the doormen, who knew him by name and called him ‘Mr. Urban’ as he walked by with me at his heels. The clerk behind the desk, a woman in her forties, smiled longingly after Karl and looked at me with a hint of jealousy. I didn’t think anymore of it as Karl pulled me to an elevator and inside the car, waiting for the doors to slide shut before he spoke again.

He pressed 23 and turned to me. “Look, I don’t want you to think that I do this a lot. Cuz I don’t. I am, however, a firm believer in taking what I want, when I want.” He watched me closely and detected a hint of reservation.

Of course I felt reservations; I was in an elevator with a well-known actor who had just brought me off in the back of a BMW. The feeling of wantonness he was creating in me was blowing me away. I hadn’t acted so bold since college and I was surprised to find that I welcomed my old alter-ego back with open arms. He was speaking to me again and I watched his mouth and the way his jaw moved as he did so.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. But,” and he paused then, letting his hand smooth over my cheek, down my neck and the front of my dress to cup a breast and squeeze softly. “I can see it in your face that there are a lot of things that you won’t object to.”

My hands reached out and smoothed over the front of his jacket and he stepped into my space. This time I readily accepted his movement and my fingers threaded through his thick hair as I pulled him close. I licked gently at his bottom lip and he mumbled something sweet before sliding his tongue out to meet mine. The floor numbers lit up one by one, slowly bringing me closer to my destination.

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TBC
Merry Christmas, Killer K!!