Chapter 23 #2
“Really?” He smiles against my throat. “But he’s so tasty.” He spreads me wider. The head of his cock rests just barely in my entrance and I clench hungrily. My eyes roll up, my head falling back. I want him in me like an aching insanity. His voice purrs, “Why resist?”
I swallow, evading. “You should know that it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man.”
I can practically feel his gaze light with interest. “Really? How long?”
His hips ever so gently flex, a persistent little push that I feel through my entire core. Heat and want flood me. My face burns. “A long time.”
He shifts, his weight leaving me. “And what constitutes as ‘a long time’? A year?” He sits back on his heels.
He has my thighs obscenely spread for him, his eyes drinking in the sight of me on display.
Then his gaze flicks back to mine, his grin turning devilish.
“Two?” He moves his cock to slide up my folds.
The head rests against my clit. “Three?”
His hips start undulating and his ridge rubs maddeningly back and forth over my clit.
I gasp, thighs trembling, but Valen keeps me spread.
Pleasure shivers through my aching sex, the touch so gentle that every nerve lights into a burning flame.
It’s not enough for me to come, but it’s enough to bring me so damn close and hold me there.
“Valen!” I fist the sheets. I want to spread my thighs wider; I want to shut them tight, I want him to slip inside me and fuck me into this mattress. My head tosses and I moan, “Please.”
“Tell me and I’ll give you such a treat.” He speeds up and it only makes the teasing pleasure so much worse. “How long?”
I choke on a whimper, “Seven.”
He stills and I nearly kick out of his hold. His eyes light with feral excitement. “Oh, Tori. Am I still the only man that’s fucked this sweet pussy of yours?”
Embarrassment flushes me, but his words do something deep inside me. I gasp and slap the mattress. “Yes, now hurry up and fuck me!”
Valen slithers back on top of me with a contemplative hum. His lips brush mine. “No.” He kisses me deeply and I moan, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. “Well, not yet.”
He shifts lower and I claw at him. “Where are you going?”
He drags my nightgown higher up to my stomach. “Seven years is an awfully long time.” His shoulders spread my thighs and I shiver when he murmurs against my sex, “No reason to rush.” And his tongue parts me.
I arch with the slow stroke of it. “Oh fuck, Valen!”
He’s forgotten nothing over the years. My pleasure builds with efficient, pulsing throbs until each breath is a high-pitched squeal of delight.
I wiggle and squirm, but he doesn’t let me go, holding my hips tightly so I take the gift he gives me.
Take the pleasure he’s mastered giving. I shiver, my thighs trembling on the mattress.
And then his thumb slides inside my dripping sex and swirls.
I scream my climax, my back bowing like I’m possessed.
He doesn’t stop licking, his thumb still swirling slowly until I’m sobbing, my nails raking over the sheets.
And then he crawls up me, dragging my nightgown up over my head until I’m completely bare beneath him.
“Hold on, my love. I’m going to give you one hell of a ride. ”
He sheaths into my still-clenching sex. I cry out, my arms snapping around his back.
He fucks me like I’m made for him and my thighs grip his hips in desperation.
He pistons against that hot, aching spot that he so expertly woke until I devolve into a sobbing, shivering mess.
I’m shouting and can’t seem to care, my nails raking down his back. “Yes, yes, yes, YES! VALEN!”
He groans against my neck, shivering, his pleasure jolting his hips.
My breath freezes, body coiling tightly.
He sinks his teeth into my neck with a moan, his hands gripping me tighten, and my orgasm explodes through me.
All I can think, all I can feel is the pulsing, clenching pleasure he gives me and I’d warp time to experience it over and over if I could.
“Oh fuck, Valen.”
“I love how you say my name.” He kisses me slowly, his lips moving against mine. “One more. I need one more.”
I hum luxuriously, my hips tilting up and thighs melting apart. “Yes. Please.”
Valen lifts my hips a little higher, my legs shifting to rest on his shoulders.
I gasp an “Oh” as he folds me in half. He moves slowly as he thrusts deep in me and I moan, burying my face in his shoulder.
It’s so fucking good and I bite down on him, my toes flexing and body shivering.
He’s rubbing hard against the front of my sex and that hot spot within me, over and over.
I’m squealing, but can’t seem to stop and Valen is loving every second of it.
His hand fists in my hair, twisting and yanking my head back. I gasp, eyes rolling back as he starts moving faster. He whispers harshly in my ear, “Tell me, Tori. Whose tight pussy is this?”
I choke on air. Pleasure jolts through me and I throb. “Yours.”
“Louder.” He’s slamming now as I cry out in building pleasure. “Tell me, Tori.”
He tugs harder on my hair and sharp, shivery pleasure travels through my scalp. My eyes roll up and my hips squirm, but he tightens his hold. He has me pinned in place, his hard cock slamming against that sweet spot. I choke out, “Yours. Valen. Only yours! Please! Valen! Yes!”
“You feel so fucking good, Tori.” His voice is rough, out of breath, and the slip of composure shivers me all over. “Come for me. Be my good girl and come.”
I moan luxuriously and obey, my body well-trained even after seven years.
I scream my third orgasm and it ruins me.
I thrash, ripping my head out of his grip to bite him viciously.
Tears slide down my face as he grips my hips to slam in a last few times and spill deep in me with a lavishly moaned, “Tori.”
I shiver, smiling. It was even better than my memories. Valen stretches out over me to kiss my shoulder and neck sweetly. He slides my hair out of the way to kiss his way to my ear. “Beautiful.” He stills, head lifting up. “Oh.”
I blink, my sex-fogged brain slow to comprehend his words. My brows furrow. “What?”
He arches a brow, eyes still trained ahead, but then shakes his head. “A shame.”
I whip around as best I can under him and spot the open bedroom door.
His weight settles more on top of mine and he nuzzles my hair. I go cold. “Who was there?”
“Your magician. He was probably enjoying the show.” He strokes me softly. “You did perform beautifully.”
My lungs seize. This is not the first time Valen has fucked me with an audience.
It used to be a delectable treat. I’d writhe beneath him, coming on his cock as he fucked me in front of other Order members who wished to be him.
I loved it, he loved it, their jealousy and desire like a drug for us both.
But it doesn’t feel that way this time. Something shameful and tight clenches my insides. I swallow around my tight throat. “How long was he there?”
Valen shrugs. “Not sure.”
My breath shudders. All lingering heat and desire douse. When he tries to kiss me again, I shove him off. Valen falls on his back, his brows furrowed. “Where are you going?”
“After him, obviously!” My legs are trembling and I nearly collapse on the cold floor when I put my weight on them. I can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion, the mind-blowing sex, or both. I spin in a circle, trying to find my discarded nightgown.
I spot it peeking out from under Valen’s back.
I rip it out from under him, the momentum forcing him to partially roll over.
His lips part to say something, but I am in no mood.
I shove on the nightgown, realize it’s backwards, whip it with off a vicious snarl that shuts Valen’s mouth with an audible click and try again.
Before he can react further, I storm out of the room and slam the door behind me, the paintings rattling on the walls from the force.