Chapter 15 #2
“You can be on your back, if that’s easier,” Inkiri said when he was all gorgeous in his undressed state, wearing only the friendship bracelet with its mix of blue and green stones.
His cock was slick and ready, but that wasn’t what made my heart miss a beat.
It was the way he ran a hand through my hair and stopped to cup my neck, the way he looked at me.
He wanted me because he loved me. Mate call or not, Inkiri loved me.
“You like it when I’m on my knees though, don’t you? When you come in from behind.”
“I do, but I want to please you, sweet thing.”
“And it pleases me to do what you like.” I climbed up on the bed. Gosh, but I even spread my knees and pushed my ass out, as if I were presenting it to him for the taking. I had fantasized about that, but only in my very wildest dreams, and I’d never imagined it would actually come to pass.
Me displaying myself had the desired effect. Inkiri purr-growled and was on the bed behind me in a fraction of a second, his hands on my butt cheeks in a claiming grip.
“Sadir.” He let the tip of his erection nudge my entrance.
For a moment I thought he would actually do it, would push right into me, but of course he didn’t. He just left his own slickness there, using his thumbs and fingers to spread it around and make sure I would be lubed up well on the outside.
Before long, his fingers were circling my hole, and then, slow but steady, he pushed them inside me.
“Yes, please.” I groaned, already getting loud, much louder than I’d meant to.
I was pretty sure he was doing that intentionally, just in case some other Raikengana might hear us. I had a hot and ready bagu behind me though, and I didn’t really care. But I did hope the walls here were solid stone.
He teased my happy spot. “You like this.”
“I—yesss.”
I was close to screaming. He was pressing that spot, and it was so much, it felt so good. My cock was straining with the need to come. If he’d touched it, I might’ve.
His big, warm palm came to rest on my side, stroking up and down my rib cage.
I was trembling with the effort of keeping my arms straight so I wouldn’t face-plant on the bed.
It was a lot of work, and personally, I really preferred less work.
I liked lying on my back and spreading my legs for Inkiri to ravish me to his heart’s content.
But he was so good to me, and I’d do this for him. He was the best thing in my life, including my life before the apocalypse, and I wanted to show him how special he was to me, how much I loved him. Sex was one way of doing it, and if it meant sore muscles, well, I’d manage.
“Sadir, I love how you sound. It’s almost as if the slightest touch makes you moan like a hangu twice your size.”
“Don’t—they’re not slight touches, you… It’s unfair what you do. You’re too good at this. I just want your barb.”
He growled and bent forward to nip the skin on my back.
“I don’t think I’ve opened you enough yet.”
I whimpered, but Inkiri was undeterred. Minutes! He made me wait minutes! All the while, he pushed his lubed fingers into me, scissored them open, and clicked in a deep, seductive way.
I yowled when he pulled out of me and left my hole gaping.
“Shh, my sweet mate, you’re getting what you want.”
His cockhead was warm, and while the stretch was good, I still felt the size of him. I always did, but in the end, he fit me perfectly.
Inkiri moved slowly so I could adjust to the fullness, and his cock’s lube made everything easier. I trembled, but Inkiri’s arm banded around my chest, his other hand holding my shoulder, and just like that, I relaxed, and he finally slid home.
He started moving in slow thrusts. I got noisier with each one, but that wasn’t my fault. Could you really control whether you were a loud or a quiet recipient of really good sex? It was probably genetic. Had to be. Or maybe it was all the time I’d spent training to be on stage.
Inkiri pulled me close enough that he could lean over me. “Touch yourself, sweet thing.”
I did, wanting to please him and do what he told me.
With his powerful cock setting a nice rhythm, it took a single stroke into my hand, and I came, my muscles spasming.
Inkiri’s strong arms held me in place without issue as I made a mess on a bed that wasn’t mine.
Someone had straightened this comforter more than two years ago, and I felt distantly guilty for messing it up now.
Inkiri sped up, but not by much. His orgasm rolled in like a huge wave. He bit my neck, his teeth closing so tightly around my skin that I knew there’d be a mark. Not that I cared. Not that I minded.
His hot cum filled me. I felt the oddest sensation of it going deep inside of me and making a slick mess. Even spent as I was, I reveled in that, enjoying his strength and the tenderness with which he handled me.