Chapter 13 – Up Against A Wall #3
He cried out, shocked, and spasmed against me, a flood of wet dampening my thigh even through his clothes, and it was that – how drenched he was, how perfect – that sent me over the edge.
My dick jerked in my hand as I came, sudden and hard, light exploding behind my eyelids.
His hand shifted from my thigh, reaching to cover my hand around my shaft, grasping greedily as the last spurts of come jerked out of me.
Kneading and tugging to milk every last drop.
I groaned, tipping my head back against the shelf with a thud, and hauled Araxis tighter against me as he pressed a hot kiss to the sensitive skin of my throat, teeth grazing the place where my pulse hammered its unsteady rhythm.
"I think that's convincing," he said against my skin, dazed.
He leaned back to look at me, eyes glassy with pleasure, and added, "I think the audiences at home will very much appreciate your filthy mouth. "
"That's just for you," I said. I pulled my hand out of my pants, wiping it on the front of my legs – I had to do laundry before I left anyway – before pushing Araxis backwards across the narrow room to the other wall, not so much a shove as a nudge.
He still looked half-drunk, and I didn't want to be too rough.
"I did make you a promise though, and I always keep my promises. "
He watched me, half-lidded, as I sank to the floor in front of him.
I wanted to taste him again, and I wanted him to continue using me like I was his for the taking, his for the claiming.
I mouthed the outline of his cock through the thin fabric of his pants, his hips stuttering against me as a loose moan caught in his pretty white throat.
"I told you earlier that I could take a lot without choking.
" I reached up and undid the tie of his pants, tugging them down and admiring his wet pink length, gleaming and practically dripping along the ridges.
"You should see if I was telling the truth.
" His cock was delectable: pink, narrow, and glistening, the tapered ridges that ran down the length a deeper pink.
I knew that those ridges would pulse and quiver as he got close to coming, and I wished I had all the time in the world to bring him close, again and again, so that I could hold him on that sweet edge when he was pliant and sensitive.
I wondered how many times I could bring him off before his body needed rest. His thighs were already slicked with his own lubricant.
Would I be able to fuck him, then suck him, and then plunge back in again?
I wanted forever so I could find all the answers. But I had more pressing matters to deal with, and the little pulses of glistening moisture that beaded along the length of those ridges reminded me that Araxis was still waiting.
I grasped the base of his cock in one hand, his shaft slick and ready, and I traced the length of one ridge with my tongue from the edge of my hand to the very tip of his cock.
Araxis hissed, hips snapping forward. Good, that was exactly what I wanted.
I let my hand drop away from his dick, instead reaching to grab both narrow hips, and I flattened my tongue as I sank my mouth deep onto his length.
One of his hands tangled itself in my hair, and his hips rolled forward, his cock wet and hot and hard in my mouth, sliding deeper.
I relaxed my throat, and urged him deeper with my fingers digging divots into the bare skin of his ass, while I inhaled through my nose.
"Oh," he breathed above me, sounding so sweetly surprised.
I would have snorted, except that his wet cock was gliding across my tongue, bumping against the roof of my mouth.
I moaned around him, and he responded by thrusting gently into me.
He was sweet and wet and perfect – the perfect length to pull my attention to the task at hand, but not so long or thick that I was choking and gagging the whole time.
I tugged backwards slightly, and he released my head immediately. He was watching me nervously, like he was afraid he was getting it wrong.
I guess he did have that shy side, which I'd liked so much, after all.
"Keep touching me like that," I said, voice low and raspy.
"And hold me like you mean it." And then I pushed forward again, kneeling before him with my mouth open and my tongue flat before him.
I grabbed his cock with one hand and rocked him toward me, pressing his slippery length against my tongue and then urging him inside my mouth again.
He seemed to understand now, and fisted one hand hard in my hair, commanding.
And then he set to fucking my mouth in earnest, rocking his hips forward, his cock filling me, slick against my tongue as I curled it so I could feel his ridges pressing into me.
He thrust, my neck aching from the angle, and my own cock was twitching again in interest at the sound of his wet length in my mouth, how I was slurping hungrily, ravenously, moaning as he rumbled above me.
Araxis thrust deep into my mouth, my throat relaxing instinctively, and he twisted his hand in my hair, holding me there, filling me.
I swallowed, and he groaned as I sucked and worked my tongue against him.
The ridges of his cock were twitching now, quivering, and I knew he was close.
I slid one hand to the skin beneath his cock and slipped two fingers inside of his pulsing slit, and a shocked sound choked out of his throat.
Araxis's hold on my hair loosened, just slightly, so that he could gently pull my head back just a bit before he thrust himself into my throat again.
His hips jerked against me, cock filling me, slippery and incredibly wet; I could feel drool and his slick dripping down my chin as he worked me, used me.
His dick was practically quivering in my mouth, his slit pulsing around my fingers as I traced the ridges running inside of him as well.
He hissed something unfamiliar in abayan, and then he came in pulses of sweet liquid, filling my mouth as his channel spasmed around my fingers, slick dripping down my wrist. I swallowed greedily as he flooded my mouth, and then he made a shocked sound and pulled himself free.
I looked up at him from my wet lashes, curious, my hand sliding from his slit and trailing slick down his milky white thigh. His eyes were wide. "Okay?" I asked, voice hoarse.
"Yes," he said. "It's just – I –" He was already flushed, but the colour deepened. "I came again."
I grinned up at him, warm and pleased. "I know. I was there."
"No, I mean that I came from inside as well." He was glassy-eyed and looked at least a little ruined, in the best way. Dazed, confused. His cock had retreated back into his body, which was a bit of a shame: I'd have liked to admire it for longer. "That hasn't… happened before."
I didn't think I'd ever stop grinning. Araxis's eyes narrowed, and an amused trill sounded in his throat. "You can stop looking so pleased with yourself, Sashen."
"Never mind me," I said happily. "Just shattering minds and changing lives, one impossible orgasm at a time."
He trilled again, and carefully pulled up his pants, tying the waist back in place. He eyed me carefully, splayed out on the floor before him, taking in the indecent way I'd spread my thighs. "It strikes me as rather unfair: for every orgasm you have, I have two."
"Sometimes three," I said blithely.
He fluted out a breath. "Yes, sometimes three. Would you come back to my room, and perhaps we can even the score?"
It had been a hell of a day, but I'd never been a quitter before and I didn't intend to start.
And besides, I was a professional, so I let him haul me up and take me next door so that we could make use of every minute left to us.
Vivith had reminded us rather resolutely that we needed to sleep but I figured that what Vivith didn't know – and what they definitely didn't want to know – wouldn't hurt them.