Chapter 13
Thirteen
ZAKAI
Igot tired of people speaking around me in a language I didn't understand. Even Simon kept switching to join in on other conversations. It annoyed me, just like it annoyed me that people kept pulling Uttin’s attention away from me.
I demanded to return to our tent, waiting impatiently by the flap to leave while Uttin said his goodbyes.
Simon kept smirking at me, but I didn’t know why.
I flipped him off, which made him laugh, and he returned the gesture with a smile.
I bit back my own smirk. I liked him. If he were to move to Al Nuzem, we would be friends, I was sure of it.
Uttin picked me up without waiting for me to ask, bundling me against his chest before stepping out into the cold.
My eyes watered as the wind whipped around us, so I buried my face again, hiding until we were back in our tent.
It had grown colder since the fire was only smoldering ash, but Uttin set up another with the logs he had stacked in one corner.
While he did that, I climbed into bed, pulling the furs around me to stay warm.
I’d prepared myself for another afternoon of boredom, perhaps being forced to practice the language again with Uttin. It made me grumpy to think about, so I pulled the blankets over my head, intent on sleeping the day away instead.
Uttin usually left me alone when I pretended to sleep, so I was surprised when he laid beside me. I wanted to look out and see what he was up to, but I also didn’t want to give him attention when he’d not given me any first.
A yelp escaped me when he grabbed the furs and yanked them off me.
He looked smug as he held them out of my reach, twisting to keep them away from me with his long arms. I scrambled to grab them, ending up straddling him in my attempts before I even realized what I was doing.
I only figured it out when he dropped the furs and ran his hands up my thighs instead.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I looked down at our positioning, then back at him. He seemed at ease with me on top of him, his big hands trailing up and down my legs. I was curious what he was doing, but when he plucked at my tunic and said a word I recognized, I glowered at him.
“I’m in no mood for lessons right now,” I hissed, trying to climb off him.
He rolled so fast I gasped, ending up underneath him with his weight between my thighs.
The position made me flush. It wasn’t one I was used to.
I’d only ever been in charge with my partners.
I was too worried about what people might think if I did anything else.
Uttin tugged my tunic again, giving me an expectant look. I still didn’t know what he was playing at. Was his intention to pin me down until I practiced enough to satisfy him? Because I would throw a fit if that were the case.
Dipping his head, he ran his lips featherlight along my neck, causing bumps to rise on my skin.
I whimpered at the teasing caress, shuddering when he whispered in my ear.
I didn't understand him, but I understood the tone.
That suggestive growl made my heart race and my cock perk up in expectation of a good time.
At least, that was what I hoped would happen.
Lifting off of me enough to look at my face, he said the word for tunic and raised a lazy eyebrow at me.
With a huff, I repeated him. He rewarded me by taking the tunic off.
I sucked in a sharp breath. The tent was warm enough that I wasn’t freezing without it, and Uttin’s close proximity kept me from getting chilly.
He ran his hand down my chest, tugging on my trousers next and saying the word for them.
I bit my lip. If this was the game he was playing, I was happy to go along with it as long as he didn’t tease me forever.
After my clothes were gone, he switched to body parts, rewarding me with a kiss on each when I said the word correctly.
I squirmed when feeling his breath on my cock, but he moved past it, focusing on my legs instead.
I was a panting, mewling mess by the time he was satisfied with that part of the lesson.
Then, to test what I’d learned, he pointed at his own tunic and raised an eyebrow expectantly.
“You can’t truly expect me to remember it all right now, can you?” I whined.
He grinned at my tone, but didn’t touch me again or remove his own clothes until I got the word correct. I helped him remove the tunic—I couldn’t not—and ran my hands over all those muscles and tattoos I’d seen whenever he changed or bathed in the icy river.
“Trousers,” I said without prompting, reaching to undo the laces in the front. He let me, a wicked grin on his face as he stopped me from reaching inside. He gave his boots a pointed look, and I scowled at him.
“You’re mean.”
He might have responded if he could understand me, but he just waited until I’d said the words and the offensive footwear was removed.
I repeated the word for trousers just because I was impatient and when he finally stood and removed them, I felt my mouth go dry.
His muscles looked as though they were cut from stone. I wanted to lick each one.
Instead of climbing back on top of me, he laid on his back beside me, pointing at his muscular chest. There was no way I could remember all the body parts he’d just tried to teach me, but when I attempted to touch him anyway, he stopped me with a smirk.
Growling in annoyance, I leaned forward and bit his pec in retribution.
He grunted in surprise, fisting the back of my hair with enough strength to pull me back without hurting me.
I moaned at his rough handling, surprising us both at my response.
I’d never allowed anyone to get rough with me before. I never thought I’d like it.
Panting in his grasp, I tugged a little, my breath catching as pleasure tingled along my scalp. I reached for him again, whining when he caught my hand to stop me. Maybe this was where the rumors came from. He was evil. There was no other explanation as to why he was tormenting me like this.
Guiding my hand with his, he placed it on his chest, raising an eyebrow at me.
I shook my head as best I could, hoping he wouldn’t decide to stop just because I didn’t remember.
Thankfully, his cruelty had limits, and he said the word again, waiting for me to repeat it before moving my hand lower.
He guided me to each body part he’d taught me before, keeping a grip on my hair so I didn’t do more than he wanted.
I would’ve complained if I didn’t like it so much.
He only released me when the lesson was over.
He didn’t stop me when I reached for him again, relaxing as he let me explore him.
I was a little worried he’d only do this lesson once if I didn’t learn anything, so I attempted to repeat his lesson, running my lips along his body as I spoke the words.
He corrected me a few times, but his smile was pleased, and he kept running his fingers through my hair and saying words filled with praise.
Both times he taught me the words, he skipped over our cocks. Another cruelty I refused to ignore a moment longer. Wrapping my hand around his thick cock, I raised an eyebrow in question. Amusement danced in his eyes, but he didn’t stop me.
“This?” I questioned innocently.
His grin faltered and his eyes darkened when I flicked out my tongue and ran it up his length. I’d never done such a thing before, only ever experiencing the act on myself. I couldn’t help myself. It was right there, and the scent of him was driving me insane. I wanted to taste all of him.
He grumbled his response, but his focus was on my mouth as I swirled my tongue along the head, drawing a groan from him.
I did my best to mimic what I enjoyed, bobbing my head and tracing the veins with my tongue.
Every noise he made felt like praise, encouraging me to take more of him into my mouth.
My own dick throbbed, neglected between my legs, but for once, I wasn’t in a hurry to demand he take care of it.
I was enjoying myself. Driving him wild might become my new favorite hobby.
“Tavi…” Uttin groaned, threading his fingers through my hair again. I didn’t know the word he was using, nor did I care. I focused on taking more of him, gagging a little as he bumped the back of my throat.
His fingers tightened, and he pulled me off of him, dragging me up his body and crashing his lips against mine.
I stiffened. And not in a good way. I never kissed my partners.
It was too intimate and I didn’t want to lead anyone on.
But the moment Uttin’s soft lips touched mine, I wanted more.
I parted my lips tentatively, letting his tongue into my mouth, and groaned loudly as it tangled with mine.
I’d never thought kissing would add to the experience.
I lost myself in it, moaning when he sucked on my tongue and gasping when he nipped on my bottom lip.
I was so focused on his mouth, I didn’t notice him rolling us until I was pinned beneath him, and he had my hands drawn over my head and trapped in one of his.
I broke the kiss with a gasp, looking up at him in surprised confusion. What was he up to now?
Pressing his lips against mine, he said a word; before I could get annoyed at his attempt at another language lesson, he moved on, rolling his hips and saying another word.
Sexy words, if I had to guess. I didn’t repeat them, but hearing the roughness of his language against my ear only added to the pleasure.
I closed my eyes, listening to him as he rocked his hips, grinding our cocks together in just the right way.
We were both leaking enough precum to ease the glide—it was almost embarrassing how much—and each thrust of his hips sent lightning up my spine.
I wanted to reach for him, maybe get my hands on his ass, but he hadn’t released my wrists.
I tugged lightly, but his grip never faltered, and a warm fuzzy feeling settled over my mind.
Something about the way he held me was exactly what I needed.
“Tavi,” Uttin growled, and my eyes popped open to look at his fierce expression.
He looked like the wild barbarian I’d expected when I was first brought here, his teeth bared and a growl in his throat.
My breath caught, and I felt myself edge closer to release.
And then my gorgeous barbarian leaned over, tangling our tongues again, and ground his hips in the perfect motion.
I cried out into his mouth as warmth spread between us, bucking my hips as pleasure crashed through me until the waves of my release subsided and I could finally breathe again.