Chapter 21
As it turned out, neither of us had wanted to waste any time in getting reconnected.
I was impressed by both of our abilities to get over the whole secretly-an-Orb thing, glad that it was in the past. Granted, I still wanted to know more about Van and what exactly it meant for him to be olatsma, but I knew enough for now.
We’d checked into the hotel, even Xoah, who was staying around my core group as much as possible, so he was being put up at the same hotel as Van, Priyanka, Blue, and myself.
Xoah had said he was off to explore the city, saying he’d see us later.
That was all the warning we needed before we were throwing our things into our respective rooms and then deciding to barrel into Van’s room so we could get reacquainted with each other.
Several minutes blurred by as we’d made out and shed our clothing, leaving us to explore the confines of Van’s king-sized bed without fear that we’d be interrupted.
It was still early in the day, and I wasn’t playing a show until later tonight, so we had plenty of time to explore each other’s bodies again.
“Fucking hell, Van.” I muttered with a rasp, entangling my hand in the dark tresses of Van’s hair as he took my dick all the way down to the base in another torturous motion. He pulled back, leaving just the head of my cock in his mouth, his tongue lashing me as his hand wrapped around my shaft.
He groaned, the vibrations encasing my length and making more precum spill into Van’s mouth. He’d been edging me for a bit and I was at the end of my rope.
“You’ve got such a beautiful dick, Alistair.” Van said, slapping the head of my dick on his tongue in a rhythmic percussion.
I smiled warmly, feeling the heat coloring my cheeks. “Thank you.”
Having sex with Van sober was a little different than having sex with Van while intoxicated. For one, everything felt more real. And now that I knew more about who Van was as a person, or in this case, an Orb, I felt more connected to him than I did when we’d first had sex.
The more time that passed after learning that Van was an Orb, the more it became a non-issue.
I was glad that I hadn’t needed more than a quick second to adjust to the news, or to just have a simple conversation with him to realize that he wasn’t any different to me, not really.
His chosen human form was attractive as fuck.
And I would argue that even though it wasn’t his natural form, it was still his.
He was still himself, through and through.
And honestly, I just wanted him. I still knew that it was problematic because of his position as my bodyguard, but I didn’t care. I certainly wasn’t caring very much while his tongue did delightful flicks to the underside of my dick.
I grabbed a fistful of the hotel sheets, feeling my impending orgasm traveling at lightning speed. I could feel my legs threatening to shake as it rolled through my body.
“Van,” I moaned as he engulfed the head of my cock, sucking it into his mouth so that his tongue could do dastardly things to me again. “I’m gonna come.”
I expected him to wrap his hand around my shaft and pump my orgasm out of me, but he surprised me by deep throating my dick, letting my length fill every inch of his mouth and throat until overstimulation throbbed around my cock as he hummed pleasantly, the vibrations doing me in.
Through guttural groans of a white hot intensity, I started to unload in Van’s mouth, impressed by his ability to drink it all down without a single problem.
He kept eye contact with me the entire time, which was only making my orgasm harder and stronger.
He was fucking incredible, and I was eager to return the favor.
Slowly, in an agonizing way that was making me shudder from the sensory overload, he began the process of letting my deflating dick escape the comfort it had once been enveloped by.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Van gave me a smirk, those violet eyes sparking back at me.
Now that I knew they were purple in their more natural form, I couldn’t really see the blue anymore.
Like we’d unlocked a different level of our relationship.
I paused mentally as he slid up my body, making me lean down as he claimed me with another passionate kiss, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.
Was I thinking we were in a relationship?
Obviously I knew we were comfortable with each other, too comfortable to be honest, given our current situation.
But I didn’t want to muddle the boundaries we’d set on the plane about what this was.
We were engaging in an awesome friends with benefits circumstance.
I didn’t want to allow myself the space to think otherwise.
I wasn’t planning on getting hurt by thinking that this was more than it actually was.
No, I refused to fall into the pit of my doubts. I wanted to savor this moment with Van, by any means necessary. I shut out all the lingering words threatening to wrap around my neck like a noose and refocused on the feeling of Van’s hands soaring across my skin.
Our liplock was hot and heavy, fueled by the orgasm he’d worked out of me.
My tongue kept lashing over his languidly, teasing his in a coy way that made him chase right after mine in a dance of desire.
My hands raked across his back, pulling his nude body against me as flush as possible.
His hard as fuck length was sandwiched between the crevice of my thigh, begging for more contact as his hips thrust forward, hoping to catch more friction.
The thought popped into my head almost instantly, about the way that I wanted our next tango to go down. I broke our kiss as he swiped his thumb over my jaw, making me melt into his body even more as our eyes drank the other in.
“Lay down.” I coaxed him. “On your back.”
His eyes reflected that he knew what I was implying, but he shook his head, instantly making my nerves alert. “Not yet.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck, so that when he lifted his lips off my skin he could whisper in my ear. “I still have some work to do.”
In a blur of motion, Van slid down my body and hiked my legs up until he had wide open access to my hole. He dove in and started attacking my asshole with his tongue before I could take my next breath, taking that from me along with the surprise I wore on my face.
He spent the next few minutes teasing and probing my hole with his tongue, reminding me of the last time we’d had sex. I wasn’t complaining at the repeat of activity, because clearly Van was very into eating ass and I was grateful to reap those benefits.
Van came up for air, actually panting as he wiped his mouth again with the back of his hand, that lingering smirk on his face making my dick hard again. He settled back into his former position between my legs, but this time as he leaned down to kiss me again, I felt two fingers caressing my hole.
Pausing before my lips, he said, “I’m gonna use two fingers on you,” He nodded, like he needed me to know the plan. “Because I am dying to be inside you again.”
Fuck, he was so hot I didn’t know what to do with myself. How was I supposed to react when he said shit like that? I didn’t have much time to ponder on how my body would respond, because as soon as his lips crashed down on mine, he pressed his dual fingertips against my hole and awaited entry.
My entire body transformed into a coil, caving in on itself as I arched my back and made my frame press further into Van’s with delicious intent.
I was moaning against the battle our tongues were involved in, his fingers working their way inside me in preparation for the pounding I was practically begging for.
I wanted him so badly, all other thoughts had been cast aside, locked up and meant to be dealt with when I wasn’t throbbing with passion and the yearning to have his groans of ecstasy fill my ears.
Our kiss broke apart as Van started decorating my neck with his kisses, sparking my skin like his lips were a broken power line daring to dance against my neck.
I was still writhing as he proceeded to push and pull his fingers inside me, running over that sensitive spot that kept making me see molten lava when I closed my eyes.
“So eager for me, aren’t you, baby?” He whispered in my ear swiftly before teasing my neck again with his tongue and lips.
Where the fuck did Van learn his sexy bedside manner? Because they deserved an award for how much I was eating it the fuck up.
“Yes,” I moaned back in response, suddenly finding my voice amidst the groans of pleasure roaring throughout me. “I want you so bad, Van.”
His lips lifted off my neck again. “Tell me what you want, Alistair. I want to hear it, straight from the source.”
Goddamn, okay. I didn’t miss a beat though, needing to play along because I knew what the prize was when I did. “I want you to fuck me,” I whimpered, feeling the speed of his fingers pick up as he kept twisting them inside me. “But I want to ride you, to prove to you how bad I want it.”
“Then show me.”
He was able to rip another groan from me as his fingers retracted, his hands trailing down my pecs and stomach.
Van laid down on the bed beside me, my eyes cutting right to his manhood standing at painful attention.
I made haste in sliding lower on the bed until my face was in front of his cock.
I positioned my body so that my ass was easily reachable by his hands.
As if he could read my mind or my subtle intention, his hand scaled the globe of my ass, clawing into my skin there and mewling.
I scooted my face closer to his dick, grabbing his length by the base just as I felt his thumb trailing the ring of my hole.