Chapter Fifteen – Tressa
Chapter Fifteen
Tressa
I must be losing my mind. Because I’m in Altair’s arms, in his lap, wrapped around him.
His body feels warm and solid under me, every muscle chiseled to perfection. His chest presses against my breasts.
The kiss sets me on fire, his mouth demanding and desperate, claiming me in a way that makes my head spin.
His two cocks rub against my core through our clothes, and I feel myself gush. Heat pools low in my belly and spreads through my limbs, until I’m burning everywhere.
I don’t want to let go of him. He pulls me tighter. We’re locked together as if we can’t break away now that we’ve found each other. We’re finally giving in.
I’ve been attracted to him since he bought me.
His looks were impossible to ignore, but his personality put me off.
Now that I know who he truly is, it has all changed.
He’s a broken soul who needs me, even though my presence destroys him.
The revelation has stripped away all my defenses. I can’t keep my hands off him anymore.
I’m kissing him like I want to absorb him into my body. Every nerve ending is alive and screaming for more.
I force myself to break the kiss and look at him. His blue eyes are wild, his pupils blown wide with desire.
“Not here,” I say, my voice sounding breathless.
I struggle to my feet. My legs tremble from arousal and the effort of separating. I take his hand and pull him into the sitting room. The bookshelf closes behind us with a soft click. The sound draws my attention. I stare at it and chew on my lip.
Altair lifts me into his arms. I gasp at the sudden shift, and my arms automatically wrap around his neck. He carries me to his bedroom and places me on the bed gently. He looks down at me with adoration softening his sharp features.
“What do you want?” he asks, his voice rough.
I can see vulnerability in his eyes, and fear that I’ll change my mind.
“You,” I answer without hesitation. “I want you.”
“Are you certain?”
I nod and grab him by the arms. I pull him down on top of me, and then we’re kissing again.
His body almost crushes me under his weight. I love it – the solid mass of him pinning me to the mattress. I can barely breathe, but I don’t care. Because I want to be closer, still. His chest presses against my breasts, and his hips settle between my thighs.
His golden wings unfurl and come down to bracket my body. His tail wraps around my ankle with possessiveness. The scaled texture of it sends shivers through me.
My clothes feel like they’re suffocating me. The fabric is too much, too restrictive between our bodies. I start pulling at my shirt and fumble with the buttons, until Altair gets the hint and helps me. We strip my shirt away, then my pants. His hands are everywhere, caressing and exploring.
I reach for his belt with shaking fingers. I undo the buckle and yank at his pants, watching with fascination as his two cocks spring free. They’re both hard and flushed, already leaking. The sight makes my core clench with need.
For a moment, we just stare at each other, both naked and exposed. His eyes roam over my body with hunger and reverence, and I can see his cocks twitch. He is trembling with restraint.
Slowly, his tail slithers up my leg. It wraps around my waist and holds me gently, and I can feel how strong it is. I know he could hold me immobile if he wanted to.
“I want to taste you,” he says. “Will you let me taste you?”
I nod, because I can’t form words. Only the idea of his mouth between my legs makes me feel dizzy.
He holds me with his tail wrapped around my waist as he descends. His shoulders push my thighs wider, and I can feel his breath ghost over my sensitive flesh. My hips try to lift toward him, but his tail keeps me in place.
His tongue makes the first long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit. I gasp, my hands gripping the pillow under my head. He groans against me, and the vibration makes me shudder. He licks me again, then circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
His tongue is hot and wet, exploring every fold.
He laps at my entrance and gathers my wetness, then pushes his tongue inside me, making me cry out.
He returns to my clit and sucks it gently, then harder.
He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention as his hands grip my thighs and keep them spread wide.
“You’re delicious,” he murmurs against me. “So good. I’ve wanted to do this since day one.”
I’m getting close. I can feel the tension coiling tighter in my belly. My breathing becomes ragged, and my hips roll against his mouth despite his tail holding me. I’m so wet that I can hear the obscene sounds of his mouth on me.
“I imagined what you would taste like,” he says between licks. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Just as I’m approaching the edge, I feel his tail move.
The tip slides from my waist down between my legs.
It presses against my entrance and slowly pushes inside me, inch by careful inch.
It’s smooth and slightly cool compared to his hot mouth.
He curls it just right and finds a particular spot that makes me see stars.
My hands leave the sheets and fly to his head.
My fingers grip his hair tightly, probably painfully.
I arch my back off the bed, my spine bowing.
I can’t control the sounds I’m making. His mouth on my clit while his tail fucks me feels absolutely sinful.
Forbidden. It’s more depraved and wonderful than anything I’ve experienced.
The combination of his tongue and tail pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my body convulsing. I gush in his mouth, and instead of pulling away, he licks me through it. He laps up everything I give him, and groans with satisfaction.
As soon as I can move, I pull him back up my body. I kiss him deeply and taste myself on his tongue, then push at his shoulders and reverse our positions. He lets me and rolls onto his back with me on top.
I explore his body with my hands, running my palms over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle. I trace the definition of his abs with my fingertips. His skin is smooth, warm, and pale, and I can feel his heart pounding under my palm when I trace my hands back up his chest.
I lean down and kiss his collarbone and his neck. I lick along the column of his throat and feel him swallow. I kiss across his chest, and when I find his nipples, I suck gently. He gasps, and his hips buck upward.
Altair is so sensitive. I can tell how much he needs this. He asked me to hurt him earlier, but I believe what he needs is to be touched and caressed.
I kiss down his stomach, and I can feel him trembling beneath me. As I reach his hips, his hand comes to rest on my shoulder.
“You don’t have to,” he says.
I look up at him from between his legs.
“I want to.”
I look at his two cocks, and my pussy clenches around nothing.
The bottom one is slightly larger, thicker and longer.
Both are so flushed that the heads are almost purple.
Veins stand out along the lengths and pulse with his heartbeat.
He’s dripping for me, some of the precum already glistening down his shafts.
I’m aroused again, even more than before.
I can barely wrap my head around the fact that this man has two cocks.
I’m overtaken by pure lust, my rational mind shutting down.
I want to feel both of them in every way possible.
I want to suck them and take them into my body, even if I have no idea how I’ll manage.
I wrap my hand around the base of the larger, bottom cock. I lean down and lick the tip, tasting his precum. I circle my tongue around the head and feel delighted at the way he groans. I take the tip into my mouth and suck gently, smirking when his hips jerk upward and he curses under his breath.
While I’m sucking the bottom cock, I reach for the top one and wrap my hand around it. The precum makes my hand glide smoothly. I establish a rhythm, sucking one while stroking the other, and they both pulse and twitch. He is impossibly responsive.
I pull off the bottom cock with a wet pop and take the top one into my mouth.
This one is slightly smaller and fits more easily, so I take it deeper and hollow my cheeks as I suck.
My hand moves to the bottom cock, and after a while, I switch back and forth between them to give them equal attention.
He’s producing so much precum that it’s everywhere.
It drips into my hair, smears onto my face, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As I suck and pump, I let myself go. I relax and abandon myself to the tasks at hand, focusing on my own pleasure as much as on his.
I switch between cocks over and over, barely giving myself time to breathe.
Altair curses as his hands grip the sheets so hard they might tear. His tail thrashes on the bed, his wings flutter, and his hips thrust up into my mouth and hand. He’s fighting for control and losing the battle.
I can tell he’s getting close by how his cocks pulse. They’re even harder now, if that’s possible, and more precum flows, faster than before. It begs to be licked and swallowed.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he gasps out.
I look up at him, my lips wet and swollen.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” I confess.
His eyes are filled with lust, but there’s also confusion in his gaze.
“I thought you wouldn’t like it,” he says. “That I have two.”
I laugh as I crawl up his body and straddle his hips. I settle over his two cocks, marveling at how perfectly they’re pressing against my pussy and ass.
I grip his chin firmly and kiss him.
“I love it,” I say against his lips. I rock my hips and grind against him. “You’re driving me crazy. Your cocks are driving me crazy, and I want both inside me.”
His eyes widen, and his hands grip my hips tightly.
“You do?” he asks in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“At the same time?”
“Yes, please. Though I don’t know how...”