Chapter Aspen
ASPEN
“CAELYX, PLEASE.”
I wasn’t sure how many times I’d repeated myself, everything was starting to blend together in my brain, the edges of my vision blurring like an oil painting.
I’d lost track of how many times he’d teased me up to the edge of an orgasm, dangling me over a cliff and then yanking me back.
Then he’d start all over, kissing and licking and nibbling whatever parts of my body he liked.
I couldn’t exactly call it sadistic, because although he was definitely deriving great enjoyment from it all, it was all laced with tender affection and lots of awed praise for the fact that I was actually letting him do this.
But sadistic or not, my body was starting to feel like a raw and exposed wire, or sandpaper doused in gasoline that would catch fire from one tiny spark. I was throbbing all over, my muscles rippling and flexing as I strained toward something he evidently wasn’t ready to let me have yet.
Part of me was ready to bare my teeth and snarl at him to get the hell on with it, but when I thought about how perfectly patient he’d always been with me, waiting for literal months for me to even agree to let him drink a smoothie in my presence, I just couldn’t.
Deciding my current strategy wasn’t working, I shifted under him, tugging him up from where he was fucking my bellybutton with his tongue so I could kiss his jaw and neck.
He shivered and rutted his hips against me, his stiff dick prodding against the vibrator that blocked him from my swollen, pulsing cock.
“Caelyx,” I purred his name out, sliding my fingers into his hair and stroking his scalp to drag another shudder out of him.
Teasing his Adam’s Apple with my tongue, I pressed a kiss there before gliding up to his lips, enticing him.
As I’d expected, he groaned, shoving his tongue into my mouth and ravaging it.
“Aren’t you tired of teasing me?” I wondered, once he gave me a chance to breathe.
“I know how much you love making me come.”
He lifted his head a little, just enough that he could stare down into my eyes, one of his eyebrows cocking up. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you, Cupcake?” He asked, and I felt the vibrator inside me rumble back to life, hard enough to steal my breath.
It wasn’t like it’d been in the coffee shop.
He’d messed with the settings until the steady, mechanical buzz had shifted into something much more torturous.
It pulsed and throbbed in shifting patterns, all so random that my brain couldn’t keep up or predict what was next.
At times, the vibrations seemed to move up the length of it, like a wave.
Like a cock driving inside me over and over.
“I can’t believe you’re trying to get out of what I told you that you have to do,” he observed, tsking at me like a disappointed schoolteacher.
“I-I’m not,” I lied, my head falling back onto the pillow as my eyes squeezed closed. My body was on fire, so hyper-sensitive that every touch brought me so much pleasure that it nearly bordered on pain.
“That’s good,” he murmured, dipping down to my nipple. He tugged at the piercing with his teeth, the tip of his tongue flicking over it until my spine was arching off the bed. “Because I’m not giving in until I get what I want.”
He brushed his fingertips up my sides, pushing at my arms so my wrists were crossed over my head, on top of the pillow.
When his tongue licked a hot stripe up into my armpit, I jerked and gasped at the odd sensation.
The thought of asking why the hell he’d want to taste me there crossed my mind, but this was Caelyx we were talking about.
If it was part of my body, then he wanted to claim it.
The sensation was weird, but the rhythmic pulse of the vibrator inside me was hypnotizing me, mixing up all the receptors in my brain so I didn’t know what I was feeling anymore.
I clenched my jaw to prevent the loud moan that was clawing at my throat from bursting out.
If I could just be still and be quiet, maybe I could prevent him from knowing when to shut it off again.
If he couldn’t tell that I was about to come, then he couldn’t be so brutally precise with it, letting me get so, so close before snatching it away.
But it was absolutely no use. I bit down on all my noises and tensed up my whole body, squeezing my eyes closed as it built up like a flood of molten lava between my thighs.
My abdominal muscles tensed once, twice, and I inhaled sharply, so sure that he would slip up this time and let me finish without meaning to.
When he cut it off, literal seconds before I could come, I groaned in agony, my hips instinctively bucking up for more friction.
My lashes felt wet, which only served to frustrate me more.
“Don’t be so stubborn, Cupcake,” Caelyx urged, his warm breath washing over my ear as my body shuddered under him. “What’s the problem?” He asked, so gently it almost made me forget what we were doing. “You’ve begged me before. Why are you holding back on me now?”
It was true, I’d lost myself more than once with him, pleading for more, or begging him to keep going so I could come.
But there was something so incredibly embarrassing about going into it with the requirement that I would.
That the entire experience hinged on how long I could hold out and how gratifying it would be for him when I finally gave in.
Even if I tried, I knew it would stick in my throat like glue and refuse to come out.
“It’s fucking embarrassing,” I muttered, my voice coming out quiet and raspy. Even saying it out loud had an irritating heat rising up in me, rubbing me raw and leaving red abrasions. I felt stretched thin, like a rubber band about to snap.
He raised his head again, blinking down at me for a few seconds before his expression softened.
“Hey, you are way too tense and you’re thinking too much. Relax.” He shifted on top of me, brushing the damp tendrils of my bangs off my forehead. “Relax,” he repeated, when I didn’t. “You bit your lip again.”
He tugged at it with his thumb, pulling it out from between my teeth before dipping his head down and kissing it, slicking his tongue over it and sucking.
“You know this isn’t a competition, right?” He murmured, his fingertips moving down from my forehead to stroke at my jaw and neck, then rub little circles into my shoulders. “You’re not being judged or graded. It’s just supposed to feel good. It does feel good, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So what are you embarrassed about?” He asked, kneading my stiff muscles until the tension started to ebb out of me.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. I didn’t know what else to say. I hated myself for freaking out over nothing and ruining this thing he’d asked me to do. Why did I always do that?
“Forget about whatever your brain is warning you about,” he said, his soft voice creeping over me like silk. “It’s just you and me.”
Slowly, piece by piece, I started to relax, melting into the sheets as he gently massaged down my body.
When I was mostly limp, my fight or flight response having waned down to a manageable state, he slipped his hand under my skull, tilting my head up so he could give me a long, slow kiss.
Infinitely patient as always, he deepened it gradually, his tongue nudging me back into an aroused state as my hands roamed over his back and shoulders, eventually hooking around his neck to pull him closer.
My body tingled all over, but the pinpricks of pain and stress were gone.
He was incredible at calming me down and waving away my anxiety.
How had I gone so long without knowing there was a person out there that could actually do that?
And how had I gotten so lucky for that person to be so unbelievably devoted to me?
“I’m sorry,” I finally said, once we’d parted to breathe. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing is wrong with you,” he assured me, our faces so close I could see the white flecks in his blue irises, and count the freckles across the bridge of his nose.
I wondered if he liked my face as much as I liked his, and decided he probably did.
“You’re just used to having your defenses up. And you don’t have to do that with me.”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding a bit, resisting the urge to sniffle. “I think… I think my brain needs some time to get used to that.”
“We have all the time in the world,” he said, sending my heart into actual overdrive.
He made me feel like I was living in an actual fantasy, some gooey marshmallow-coated world that could only be conjured up in cheesy romance novels where people fell hopelessly in love and never fell out of it.
“And anyway,” he continued on, giving me a gently amused little smirk. “You should know you don’t need to feel embarrassed about giving me some cute little moans and some dirty talk. I would bark like a dog for you, anytime and anywhere you wanted.”
I snorted, a laugh bubbling out of my mouth even as my eyelids fluttered closed.
He was right. What exactly was I so worried about?
He was the last person in the world I should ever feel embarrassed about letting go with.
And there was basically nothing I could do that he wouldn’t like, so I had nothing to feel insecure about.
“There you go,” he praised me when I rolled my head back, letting him suck my neck, where I was super sensitive.
This time when the toy flipped back on, I didn’t tense up and try to struggle against it.
His thumbs dragged down my chest, circling my nipples as his tongue teased the pulse in my throat.
I moaned, tilting my hips into the sensation, the rolling motions again forcing me to imagine a dick driving inside me. Relentlessly pushing and pushing, carving out a space in my body that nobody else would ever know about.