Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Zephyr
After Maslow’s morning withdrawal, the afternoon spent under the blistering sun took a toll on me. I nearly dozed off on the bench next to Beck, feeling his fingers comb through my hair and hearing his heart thump against my ear.
It was strange to think he’d never been alive. Almost as strange as knowing I’d had a life before this. I’d been a whole person once. I’d had a real name, first and last. Where had it gone?
When the limo arrived, Beck guided me out with an arm around my waist. I wished he would carry me again, to the car or a bed where he could lay me down and have his way with me.
All the things I feared from strangers, I welcomed from him.
His lust was unique. It tickled my senses as he helped me into the back seat of the limo. I wanted to siphon it from the air and hold it in my chest until my head ached from the pressure. Absorb it.
After weeks of regular visits, he had me trained.
My mouth watered when he came through the Dollhouse’s door.
My stomach twinged as I stepped off the stage and ventured out to find him in the crowd.
And my heart seized tight every time he held my hand, whether leading me through the club’s emergency exit or down Las Vegas Boulevard.
It fluttered as Beck took his place on the seat beside me and the limo merged into traffic.
I was drowsy, but my baser nature compelled me to act, to take, to feed. Turning toward Beck, I caught his face and pulled it toward mine. I’d tasted his skin, his cock, and his cum, but I wanted to savor his kiss.
I was still inches away when Beck stopped me. His fingers pressed against my lips, intending to hold me back, but I opened for him instead and let out a small, wordless cry.
Beck’s golden eyes glinted as he speared those digits into me, angling toward my throat. My jaw went slack, and my gaze locked with his while his hand slid in and out, fingering my mouth while my cock stiffened.
He cupped my chin in his other hand, supporting my head as his digits moved rhythmically, almost hypnotically. Spit flooded my mouth and coated his skin, leaving it glistening.
I wasn’t prepared when he pushed me back. His absence left me to swallow the pool of saliva that tasted thickly of him, and I licked around my lips for lingering traces of his essence. I was still chasing them when he unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock out through the opening.
My stomach cramped, and I was ready to slide onto the floor. Kneel between his legs and take his length deep into my mouth. But before I could shift off the bench seat, he beckoned to me.
“Come here, Beauty.” He smoothed his palms over his thighs to indicate the seat he’d made. His erection stood tall in the center, flushed purple-red and lined with veins leading to the velvety cap of his crown.
“You want me to…” I swallowed.
Beck nodded.
Lust sweetened the air.
The limousine rolled along as I rose, pushing at the waistband of my leggings while glancing toward the driver’s seat where Colette manned the wheel.
“What if she…” I crept close enough for Beck to snag me and spin me around before pulling my body against his. The stretchy fabric I’d been fussing with rolled down to my thighs, taking my underwear with it and leaving my ass exposed.
My breath caught as Beck lowered me, spreading my cheeks to make room for his blunt tip to prod my entrance.
“Open up,” Beck whispered as I descended onto his length.
I was already damp with slick that aided his entry, and my cock jerked needfully as he pushed inside. I exhaled a breath as long as every inch he thrust into me.
I’d barely settled before I heard the zip of the seatbelt being stretched across my lap. The strap pinned my cock against my stomach and trapped me on top of Beck. Then the buckle clicked, and he gave the strap a tug that drove his shaft deep enough to make me gasp.
“Quiet, Beauty,” he whispered in my ear. “Colette has sensitive hearing. Don’t want her to find out what a needy boy you are for me.”
Shivers raced down my legs. Being perched like this forced my knees wide and left my feet dangling. I fumbled to find some part of Beck I could hold on to while my cock wept beneath the seatbelt.
When the limo dipped into a pothole, Beck’s cock shifted inside me, rubbing against a spot that made my body jolt.
I moaned, eyes rolling back, just as his fingers slipped past my lips.
My head fell against his shoulder, and I closed my mouth around him, whimpering softly as I alternated between sucking and catching shallow breaths.
Sex was sustenance to me, but not the way Maslow had twisted it, all transaction and emptiness. This was something richer. Something far more satisfying. And I didn’t just crave it in my body, I wanted it in my mouth.
Beck’s fingers pressed against my tongue, and it grounded me in the moment. The ache of starvation dulled when I had something to focus on, something to hold. So I kept him there, swallowing and savoring and drinking him down.
“That’s it.” Beck’s breath puffed warmth across my neck. “Goddamn, you’re a dream. My dick could live inside this ass.”
I hummed and writhed, trying to move more than the belt would allow while Beck’s cock pegged my prostate and sent waves of pleasure rolling through me.
I was teetering on the precipice of bliss, and Beck was right there, nuzzling into my neck and pressing his palm into my stomach until I had no room for breath.
Whether he realized it or not, he’d learned along with me how I liked to be handled.
He did it without hesitation, and with a confidence that stripped me bare.
He left me as emptied of thought as I was of air, leaking slick and drool.
My eyes fluttered shut as I turned inward, imagining his cock spearing into me, crowding out the emptiness inside. Precum had left a sticky spot on my belly, steadily growing and adding to the mess I was making everywhere else.
I was adrift in sensation when Beck slipped his fingers from my mouth. He caught hold of the seatbelt and gave it a sharp tug. The strap dug into my shaft, choking off blood flow and stalling my climax mid-ascent.
My tongue snaked around my spit-damp lips before I whined. “Beck, please… How much farther? I can’t…” Another dip in the road stirred the hardness inside me. I chased it, shimmying my hips in a bid for relief. “P-please,” I sputtered. “Don’t leave me like this. It… it hurts.”
Beck made a cooing sound as his mouth ghosted around the shell of my ear. “I’d never hurt you, Beauty.”
He was right. It wasn’t pain, but I couldn’t think of anything else to call it. I was sweating, shivering, and striving toward a ledge I wanted to dive off. Throw myself toward the release Beck dangled just out of reach.
I babbled his name before his hand invaded my mouth again.
Three fingers plunged deep as he sucked on my skin, trailing warm, wet kisses into my hairline and down to the collar of my shirt.
“You’re so perfect,” he paused to say. “Such a pretty boy with so many holes for me to use.”
The seatbelt had begun to chafe, probably because I couldn’t sit still despite that being the entire point.
Was that the point?
To leave me longing after he’d apologized for making me wait all day?
The limo turned and shifted everything oh-so-subtly.
My balls tingled, drawing up and hinting at climax.
I could come like this, cover us both in my release then stagger out of the limo like a drunkard, soaked in fluids and jelly-legged.
I squeezed my eyes closed and tuned in to the small jerks and slides of the cock twitching inside me, the fingers thrusting over my tongue, the kisses and touches coming from everywhere.
“So close now,” Beck whispered. “I want you nice and loose, because when we get to my room, I’m going to fuck you on every piece of furniture I own.”
I gave a garbled cry as tears began to run then cool where they dried on my scorched skin.
Then everything stopped. First the car, then the overwhelming fullness as Beck’s fingers slipped from my mouth, leaving my jaw aching in their absence.
The seatbelt whispered aside, and Beck lifted me from his lap.
He pulled up my leggings, covering my leaking ass, then tucked himself away with a practiced zip of his fly.
I stood, hunkering so I didn’t crash into the headliner, while hunger roared in my gut.
I needed… I still needed…
The door opened to reveal Colette standing dutifully by. Her smile was serene as Beck urged me out into a crowded parking garage.
It had grown dark outside, and the cement structure was striped with shadows. Night crept in through the windowed walls while glaring lights cast wide beams. My knees knocked as I walked forward, feeling dampness seep into my underwear from my used hole.
When Beck crowded in behind me, I almost grabbed him and dragged him back into the Lincoln to finish what we’d started. It was either that or sink to my knees on the pavement—anything to get his dick in me again.
Placidly, he hooked his arm around my waist and tugged me forward. I walked about as gracefully as a child, my limbs alternating between tingling and numb as my erection strained at the material of my leggings.
“Beck,” I said plaintively, but managed nothing more before he gestured ahead.
“This is my home.” He smiled. “And yours for the night.”
The weight of his statement pushed my lascivious thoughts aside. When he’d mentioned the hotel earlier, I’d assumed he meant a neutral location. Any given property on the Strip. But this was so much more.
Home.
Something the Dollhouse had never been.
Something I’d wanted without realizing it.
I bit my lip to stifle replies that felt suddenly inadequate. He was sharing this with me. Welcoming me into the most private part of his world, if only for the night. It was a grand gesture, one that soothed my urgency.
With that shift, I started to really see the place we were moving toward.
Ivory statues flanked the entrance, carved in high relief like guardians of something ancient. “The Grecian” shimmered across the windows in ornate gold lettering. Colette followed us inside, where a hallway opened into a vast corridor of polished marble and warm lighting.
It didn’t feel like a casino. There were no blinking machines, no clatter of coins, no drunken laughter echoing off the walls. Just quiet, curated opulence.
It was the kind of silence that warned you to lower your voice; the kind of space that told you to behave.
But Beck didn’t flinch beneath its weight. The space seemed to bend for him. Acknowledge him. And somehow, just by standing at his side, I could breathe a little easier. I could move forward, and I could almost believe I belonged here too—if only for tonight.
Home.
He brought me home.