Chapter 9 #3
Each ridge was a new challenge, stretching me further than I'd ever been stretched before. The burn intensified, but then his hands were everywhere—caressing my sides, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I was whimpering with need.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, his gravelly voice a near-constant stream of encouragement now. "Taking my cock so perfectly. You feel incredible."
The combination of his words and touch distracted me from the overwhelming fullness, made the burn feel like ecstasy. Inch by torturous inch, I sank down onto him, each ridge a small victory that left me trembling.
"Almost there," he growled, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. "Just a little more. You can take all of me, Riven."
With a final whimper, I seated myself completely on him, taking every thick, ridged inch. The fullness was indescribable—I felt split open, claimed, completely and utterly filled.
And then, as Sami promised, my orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I threw my head back, screaming wordlessly as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending, my inner muscles clenching around his thickness in desperate pulses. Oh God, this was so different, so much better, to come around his huge cock like this!
I bucked against him wildly, unable to control the spasms wracking my body. The ridges of his cock rubbed against my walls with each convulsion, sending new shockwaves through me until I could barely breathe.
"Beautiful," he growled against my throat, holding me steady as I shattered around him. "So fucking beautiful when you come."
I was vaguely aware of sobbing, overwhelmed by the intensity, by how completely he filled me, by the way my body gripped him like it never wanted to let go. Just when I thought the waves were subsiding, he began to move—just slightly, easing out an inch before sliding back in.
The friction of those ridges against my oversensitive walls sent me careening toward another peak before I'd even recovered from the first.
“Abydos,” I whimpered, certain I was crying. “I can’t. Oh God, yes, there!”
“I’m so proud of you.” I could feel his claws extending just slightly to press against my ass cheeks. “You’re taking me so well.”
I couldn’t tell if my orgasm hadn’t ended or if I was already keyed up for another, because I was having trouble breathing. Thinking.
“Fucking perfect, Riven.”
Where the hell had this loquacious male come from?
He’d barely been able to tolerate me—and definitely struggled to compliment me—a few weeks ago.
Now he was calling me his good girl and telling me I was perfect?
With a groan, I arched into his hold, luxuriating in the feel of his ridges sliding along my inner walls.
And then his fingertip found my asshole.
Look, I didn’t think I was into anal play. At least, I didn’t up until that moment. Because when he pressed into me just slightly? I gasped, lunged against him to throw my arms around him…
And shattered again.
Three orgasms must have been my limit, because I could barely whimper as I rode this one out, bucking against his hold. And maybe that would’ve been it…
Had he not stiffened beneath me, whispered, “Oh, fuck,” and come hard.
I was stretched so wide and so tight that I felt his cum flood me. There was so much that it was almost uncomfortable, and dazedly I wondered if I was expanding somehow to take it all. It was hot and thick, and a sharp spicy scent tickled my senses.
But I could only bury my face against his shoulder and try to focus on breathing as my tremors slowly faded. My entire body fizzled, each inch of my skin—how was I completely naked while he was still wearing most of his suit?—bristling with electric pulses.
“I’m sorry.”
The rasped words were so unexpected, I jerked my head up to see Abydos’s leaning back against the couch, his eyes closed, his brows drawn in as if in pain. My fingers curled in the hair at the base of his neck, and he lifted his head.
“I’m sorry, Riven. That was…”
“Amazing? Wonderful?” I shook my head, wondering how he could be apologizing. “The most incredible pleasure I’ve ever experienced?”
The corner of his lip near the broken tusk twitched, and I would have kissed it, had I wanted to move from my seat atop his cock.
“I’m sorry for finding release so quickly. That was…” He blew out a breath and shook his head ruefully. “I’m not an inexperienced kitling.”
My eyes widened as I realized what he was saying, and a bark of laughter burst from my lips. “Three times! I orgasmed three times, Abydos!”
“I wanted to make you come six times.”
Oh.
Six times?
My grin slowly grew.
This wasn’t a commitment. This wasn’t forever. If Vengeance, Inc.’s HR department ever heard about this, I’d likely lose my contract. But here and now, we had each other.
“Six times, huh?”
One of his hands rose to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against the scar along the side, while the other tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “At least.”
The realization that he’d had goals when it came to our lovemaking…wow. My smile was probably stupid looking by this point, but I didn’t care. “Well, the night doesn’t have to be over. I could ask my boss if I could start work a little later tomorrow, maybe sleep in.”
He hummed and his hand moved to cup the back of my head, his fingers caressing my scalp. “I think your boss would be perfectly fine with that. He’s very goal-oriented and doesn’t like to fail.”
“Abydos…” When I leaned in to brush a kiss across his lips, I pulled off his cock and felt a sudden rush of his spicy-scented cum flood from inside me. “This was not a failure.”
One of his brows twitched. “An opportunity for improvement, then.”
“Is that…” I sniffed. “Is that cinnamon? Does your cum smell like cinnamon?”
“It tastes like it too, I’ve been told.”
“Is that why my cinnamon-scented candle disappeared?”
Abydos’s nose wrinkled almost adorably. “And that plug-in thing you put in the foyer.”
Laughing, I climbed from his lap, feeling his seed dripping down my legs as I took his hands and pulled. “Come on then. We need to get you out of this suit before it’s ruined, and then I’m going to experiment.”
“With me?” There was amusement in his voice as he kicked off his trousers.
“Six times!” I laughed, my fingers twined in his, tugging him closer. “We’d better get started.”
His lips curled into a smile as he gathered me in his arms. “Trick or treat,” he murmured. “Because you’re getting both.”