52. Epilogue
-Bryce-
K itari swiped at my head and I ducked under it easily. I spun to the side and kicked at him, but he jumped back and the kick passed harmlessly through thin air.
I still didn’t know how this bond thing worked, but it seemed to give me an advantage when it came to predicting his moves. But then, on the other hand, it worked both ways.
“You are cheating,” Kitari said.
“So are you,” I said.
Kitari grinned. “One more round?”
“Sure.”
We went back to it, sizing off against each other. Each strike was parried, each kick blocked.
It had been several weeks since my team had left the planet. Even with the help of the Aldarian miracle medicine, we were both still recovering. A few days ago, we had started sparring sessions to ease our bodies back into action again, starting slow and stopping often for breaks. If either of us felt a twinge of pain or tried to push too far, the other would call a halt to the session. This one had been our longest yet and I was starting to ache, but I didn’t want to stop just yet.
“You’re going to have to learn some new tricks if you want to catch me off guard again,” I panted, trying to circle behind him. “No more grabbing me and shoving me against a wall with your hand over my mouth.”
Not that I’d mind that.
The bond swelled suddenly and Kitari broke his stance and bore down on me, his arms out wide. I jumped away, but there was only so much I could do to avoid 300 pounds of grinning muscle descending on me like an overenthusiastic puppy. He tackled me around the waist and we both went down onto the padded ground, laughing.
“Hey! No fair!”
He squashed me flat, and I shoved at him. He eased off and I managed to roll him over onto his back and pinned him down with his arms over his head.
“You win,” he conceded happily.
I stared into his face for a moment and then lowered my head to press my mouth against the sturdy curve of his throat. Kitari rumbled low in his chest, sending a vibration through me that did all the right things.
“I know,” I said. I had won the moment I met him.
Heat rose between us, and he hummed and moved against me.
“I want to taste you,” he said suddenly.
“Go ahead.” I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him deeply as his long tongue slipped between my lips. I still wasn’t used to that, and it sent a thrill through me. I opened my mouth wider, allowing him deeper, and he pushed in with relish.
Finally, he grunted and pulled away, his face flushed. “That was delicious, but it was not where I wanted to taste you.”
I frowned before his meaning dawned on me.
Oh. Oh.
Ok.
I glanced around. “Here?”
We were entirely alone, and I was already starting to get hard with the arousal swirling between us. But the idea of it was scandalous.
Kitari grinned wickedly. “We have done it in stranger places.”
Kitari shifted and rolled us over again, his weight pressing me down into the ground. He worked his way down my body, kissing and caressing hungrily down my chest, over my navel, until he found my erection through my clothes. He mouthed at it through the fabric, light and teasing, pressing his hands to my hips. I had to bite my lips, and when he yanked my pants off, I gasped in a ragged breath.
“But I’m sweaty,” I groaned.
“I do not care,” he said, lowering himself over me again. “I want you.”
And I had to catch my breath all over again. He wanted me, against all odds. Then he took my dick into his mouth, and I closed my eyes, tipping my head back with a groan as the wet heat closed around me. He groaned with me as my pleasure fizzed through our bond, sending vibrations through me.
When I looked down, he was staring up at me, his cheeks hollowed. He sucked on my cock like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. His golden eyes, huge and round, were set on my face, like he couldn’t believe or understand how he could be so lucky, and I could feel gratitude emanating from him. If that was what he thought, he had it backwards. I didn’t know what I did to deserve this fun, loving, caring, adventurous, sexy-as-all-hell creature. He took everything I had to give, good and bad, and actually seemed to like it. To cherish it. All I knew was I was the luckiest guy in the universe.
Even more pleasure sparked out of him, and I realized Kitari was jerking himself off, too, his body twitching as he pumped his own cock rhythmically. I screwed my eyes shut and clutched his hair, needing something to grip on to as the multiplied pleasure swept me away.
He kept going, using his lips and wonderful tongue to build me up and up, noises of sheer bliss escaping his mouth around my dick, until I was on the very edge.
“Kitari,” I breathed. “I’m gonna–”
There was a flash of humor through the bond. The warmth left my cock all at once and I moaned and looked down. Kitari pulled off, his smiling lips swollen and glistening, trailing a line of saliva from my tip. He gave it a slow, mischievous lick.
I threw my hands over my face as my hips moved on their own, seeking him out again. My skin felt hot. “Fuck, Kitari. Please. What are you–”
With both hands, he lifted my knees and folded me in half, pressing them against my chest. He kept eye contact with me while he dipped his head between my thighs. That amazing tongue flicked out again, trailing down between my cheeks, slipping against the sensitive ring of muscle. My body jerked.
“Mine,” he growled, low and rough.
“Oh Jesus,” I gasped. He broke eye contact and lowered his head to nuzzle between my thighs. I twisted my hands into his hair again, even harder this time. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, because, well, I’d just been doing some pretty rigorous exercise. Surely he wouldn’t want to taste my sweat. But at the same time, I wanted him to keep going so badly that I couldn’t articulate it. All I could do was nod haphazardly and writhe as he circled my hole with the tip of his tongue. He made a deeply satisfied noise, and his hands tightened on my thighs, pushing me down harder.
“Is this good?” he asked, as if he couldn’t feel exactly how much I loved it already. His breath brushed against my hole as he spoke, making me even more crazy.
I tried to confirm, but I just made a wobbly moaning sound instead.
“The noises you make are delicious, my omega.”
He changed the motion to vertical licks, flicking his tongue back and forth over my hole, hardening the tip like he was experimenting, reading my reactions. My body tensed and stretched, my lower back raised off the floor, legs spreading to give more access to his mouth while I moaned. My erection was painfully hard.
He let go of one leg and took hold of my dick again, running his hand up and down as his tongue lapped at me, making me shudder. He pushed inside, working past the ring of muscle. I groaned, not caring about the noise anymore. He pushed his tongue in further, drawing it out and pushing further still, in time with his hand stroking me. He filled me with his heat going deeper and deeper, far deeper than any human tongue would be able to go. A jolt ran through me as he hit somewhere deep inside and I cried out. His hand tightened on my cock, working it faster and faster as his tongue caressed that sweet spot. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked me, making my body shake. My breath was coming in deep pants from my open mouth. My thighs shook and I probably would have crushed them around his head if he hadn’t kept one pinned to my chest with one hand.
Just as I felt like I was about to explode, he pulled away from me and slipped his tongue out, leaving me empty and aching. I made a needy noise that was embarrassingly high pitched and flexed my hips in protest.
“Kirati, come on ,“ I whined, not really caring how desperate I sounded. “ Please .”
He smiled. For someone who didn’t have much experience with sex, he was definitely getting awful cocky. He was getting worryingly good at teasing, damn him. And what made it worse was that he felt exactly how desperate he was making me. He sat up on his knees, grabbed my other leg, and held both of my ankles together up above me, one warm, sweaty flesh; the other cold metal. He palmed his cock and pressed his hips forward. I felt the huge head of his cock nudging between my cheeks, warm and slick. I twitched and clenched, eager for it to be inside me, filling me up. I ached for him, and I knew he ached in the same way. The smooth fluid from his self-lubing dick mixed with the saliva already making me sloppy. I flexed my hips again, unable to stay still as his cock slid deliciously against me. I wriggled down, trying to get more, and he pulled back a little.
“Kitari!” I said in a strangled voice.
He relented with a huff of laughter and shifted his hips forward. I held still as his cock grazed against me, and then the head pressed against the ring of muscle with a gentle but steady pressure. I sucked in a breath and held it in anticipation. With small hip movements he was edging it in and out, slowly, just nudging it inside by the merest fraction each time, just enough to feel the slightest slide and stretch around my hole as I opened up for him. My hands clasped at the ground by my sides, dragging my fingers in the need to grip onto something, as each nudge had me writhing, eager and desperate, and so willing for more. Another shift, another push, further this time, fuller, until the whole head of his cock was inside me. Even that small amount sent a thrill through me at the impossible stretch.
“Oh god,” I breathed.
He was breathing heavily too now, the arousal swirling between us in a heady concoction; bright and sweet and dizzy. He pushed further, I stretched around him and caught my breath, and he eased back a bit, completely in sync with me. The soul bond meant that I didn’t need to speak aloud; he could feel everything the instant I felt it, reading my needs straight out of my mind. The moment I could take more again he advanced. He let go of my legs and rested them on his shoulders, my calves on either side of his head. He turned his head and left trailing kisses down both of my feet, ankles and calves in turn. I could feel the love rolling off him for every part of me, whether it was flesh or synthetic. I closed my eyes and let it wash over me. He made me feel entirely whole and complete just as I was.
As he sank deeper inside, he hit that spot again that made the room spin, I arched my back up off the floor and hooked my feet behind his head, so that my body was a straining line of flinching muscle. He grunted and started to fuck upwards into me, and I used the leverage to thrust down onto him. We moved in sync, drinking in each other’s pleasure.
With his hands now free, he put them to good use; running them over my legs, thighs, and hips, dragging his rough fingers over every inch of skin he could find. One hand kneaded my chest, circling my nipples before rubbing and pinching them into hard pink points. The other slid down past my navel and took my cock in its soft but firm grip. I bit into my bottom lip as he pumped it in time with our hips in long hard strokes.
I was full in every way, every inch of my body singing with pleasure like my nerve endings were on fire. I was both fucking and being fucked in the same instant. This was a whole new mind bending level of bliss, and it was enough to make my brain melt out of my ears. Each thrust forced a little gasp out of me; it was the only noise I could possibly make.
I wanted to tell him I couldn’t take any more, and beg him to keep going at the same time, but I couldn’t form the words or get my loose lips to form the shapes. But didn’t need to, he knew. He knew every inch of me inside and out. And I knew him in the same way.
The hand playing with my nipples latched onto my waist and held me still while he slammed into me. I came hard, crying out, my body jerking and rocking up into him as he rocked into me, thrusting down onto him and he thrust down into me. My cum coated my stomach and ran over his hand as it worked me into a writhing mess. An instant later I felt the moment he tipped over the edge and came too. I forgot how to breathe. The pleasure swirled between us, linking us together in an endless circle, pushing us higher and higher. Every cell in my body tingled, alive with electricity. suddenly all of the tension left my body and I sagged back down onto the floor, all of my muscles jelly. I lay quivering and loose, seeing stars wheeling in front of my eyes.
Kitari let my legs fall from his shoulders like lead weights, and slumped over me. We lay together like that for an unknowable amount of time, enjoying the last echoing aftershocks of each other’s pleasure and a closeness I had never known possible. When the last tremors finally subsided, Kitari pulled out and flopped down next to me. Both of us enveloped in a shared, fizzy afterburn; our limbs entwined, sweat covered bodies stuck to each other, and breathing deeply in time with one another. Small growling purrs of pleasure from Kitari’s chest rumbled through me as I shivered and nuzzled into his soft, warm skin.
“That was mind-blowing,” I muttered, breathless.
I felt I had entirely melted. All the aches and pains from the sparring session were long gone. I could feel the warm glow of him, a rosy radiating happiness. It was like feeling the sun on my face.
“I can’t believe it,” I murmured.
“What?”
“You.”
He lifted me up slightly, smiled and ran his lips along the side of my neck and along my jawline. “Believe it.”
We floated on a cloud of bliss until Kitari groaned and rolled over, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
“We should go and prepare,” he said reluctantly.
Oh, Christ on a bike. The bliss wafted away in a breeze of nerves. “Right.”
He looked down at me. “There is nothing to be nervous about. You are mine, Bryce Bryce Gunner. I will not allow them not to love you.”
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