Chapter 14 Sylas #2
Expecting it to be harsh, rough, and chaotic as was his usual way, I was taken aback as he kissed me deeper with slow and easy sensuality, savoring every nip, kiss, and lick that he peppered and teased me with.
As he slid his tongue into my mouth, it was a tasting, not a desperate ravaging.
It might not have been harsh and surging out of control, but it was overwhelming in a wholly different way.
Intense and sinful.
Open and earnest.
And fucking courageous.
This was him letting go further, showing more acceptance for this part of him that he’d spent so long denying.
“Shit,” he breathed, easing from the kiss, his eyes hooded as he panted.
His cock was basically pulsing in my hand and I’d barely begun to tease him, my fingers remaining still during our heady kiss so that I hadn’t undercut what he’d been trying to convey through it—that he wanted our connection to run deeper.
More than lust.
More than the sparking need for sexual satisfaction that had only recently been unlocked in him where being with a man was concerned.
“Fucking need you,” he uttered against my lips. He half-twisted around and fisted my hair. “Now,” he partially pleaded, partially ordered.
Hmm. While I was used to taking on the dominant role in my sexual encounters, lately the absolute need to enforce that had waned.
Maybe it was my sickness.
Maybe it was being sent to Wraeven Academy, my world altering, my priorities changing, things opening up in highly unexpected ways.
Or, maybe it was Lazriel and Velra themselves.
Something they brought out in me, their energy.
Or, perhaps I was just naturally evolving and seeking something different.
“Right there with you,” I responded, my voice fucking hoarse with it.
He grunted as I tightened my grip around his shaft and he released my hair and turned fully back to face the glass door.
“Rock into my hand,” I spoke, my words whispering across the back of his neck and generating little goosebumps.
He slammed forward.
“No,” I ground out, following it up with a sharp slap to either ass cheek that had him jolting and eyeing me incredulously over his shoulder. “Just rock.” I slid my free hand over his ass with teasing strokes. “Nice and easy. Just like this.”
He did as I asked, hanging his head against the glass, then rocking slowly, his pendant swinging on its leather chain and hitting the glass.
As I lubed my fingers stroking his ass with a spark of my magic, I ordered, “Keep those enchanting eyes wide open and look down. Watch as you fuck that big cock against my hand like the filthy little wolf that you are for me.”
“Ungh… cocksucker,” he hissed.
I smiled to myself. I was really fucking loving this with him—the way he pushed back against me.
Metaphorically and literally, actually.
Fucking exhilarating was what it was.
I trailed a lubed finger down his ass crack and eased his cheek aside with my thumb, revealing his pretty hole.
I heard him suck in a sharp breath.
His rocking rhythm faltered, but only briefly.
I drew my finger around his ass, dipping inside very slightly and teasing the rim and that wondrous bundle of nerves.
His breathing became ragged.
His fingers dug into the glass.
I eased in to the tip of my finger.
He went rigid.
His rocking halted.
I twisted a little, then drove in deeper to the first knuckle, eliciting a long, rumbling growl from him.
“Look at this beautiful ass so eagerly swallowing my finger.”
“Ungh… fuck… more.”
“With absolute pleasure.” I eased in deeper and deeper, the combination of the magically-generated lube and him relaxing like a very good boy, wanting this so much, made it easier than I’d anticipated, and he was taking me right down to the last knuckle in moments.
“You’re taking it so well, babe.”
He groaned deeply and threw his head back against my shoulder.
I rubbed his cock, stroking up and down, and his whole body shuddered gloriously, awash in sensation.
I slid my finger out, then pushed in two this time.
Lazriel’s fists slammed against the glass and he arched into me, offering his ass, wanting more. Mmm… so much more.
“Too slow and easy for you now? Want me to stuff them deeper?”
“Shit… Sylas…” he uttered like a dirty prayer.
Fuck, yes.
I sank both fingers all the way and his ass swallowed them beautifully.
One of his sexy near-orgasmic wolf howls tore from his throat.
And that became a whole other level as I began pounding into him, fast and furious.
He thrust his hips wildly against my hand around his cock, basically brutalizing my knuckles in the process.
And it had me grinning and rubbing my own raging cock against his ass cheek as need and pleasure surged through me.
The roughness of my knuckles chafing was a hell of a turn-on, especially when colliding with all the rest—his hot little reactions, how much he needed it, the feel of his hole clenching around my fingers, yet also opening to me, so fucking wanting.
I curled my fingers and he howled majestically.
“Fuck!” he roared, as I did it again, scraping his sweet spot that had his legs trembling within moments.
He fucked into my hand like a wild thing as I picked up the pace, stabbing and scraping.
“So close, aren’t you?” I breathed at his ear. “Let it all go. Come for me. Coat my hand with your sticky cum.”
“Sylas…shit!” he shouted, losing his rhythm a moment before he convulsed against me, then spurted all over himself and my fingers wrapped around him.
He chased it, slamming his ass back against me, roaring and crying out wildly, utterly losing control.
And then I pulled my fingers free.
He whimpered and bucked against me.
“Shh… I won’t leave you wanting,” I whispered at his ear, just as I took my cum-covered hand and slicked it all over my cock.
I shifted my weight and grasped his hip, then nudged my crown against his hole.
A curse escaped him and he reached back and curled his arm around my neck, holding me to him and arching invitingly.
I eased in a little and he growled loudly and tried to push back, wanting more.
I held him off with a hand to his ass cheek.
“All in good time.” I nipped his ear. “Mmm. Believe me, you’ll take me all the way.
I’ll fucking fill every inch of this tight little ass.
And I can’t wait to hear you panting in my ear as you revel in every moment of it, and your exquisite cock bursts for me. ”
“Sylas,” he rasped.
Yes, he liked that a whole lot.
“Say it,” I urged, licking the shell of his ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“Do it… fuck me. I want to feel you.”
“Yes, I want you to feel me in you too.”
I eased forward, my crown entering his tight hole.
“Fucking… fuck…” I breathed at the intense pressure bearing down around me.
I pushed in further and a strangled cry of bliss escaped him, the sound rolling right through me and making my cock pulse.
I sawed in and out with slow, shallow thrusts, opening him up, feeling him relaxing very nicely… so fucking marvelously.
“Absolutely flawless… the way you feel… the way you’re letting me in… fuck me… this desperate little ass… ungh, Lazriel.”
He twisted to look at me over his shoulder, his eyes shining at my words.
“Say my name again like that.”
“Like what?” I teased.
“Dripping with sex.”
A dark chuckle escaped me. “Lazriel.” I slammed in all the way then and he roared as I hit that sweet spot again, this time grinding against it, and making his thighs shake for me.
Sure enough, as I kept it up, he was panting in my ear within moments, rolling his hips almost violently, riding my cock as I found a steady rhythm, fucking him deep and dirty.
“More… shit… more!”
“Fuck, yes,” I growled at his ear, a moment before I began pounding into him, drilling down on that perfect spot that had him cursing out into the room, bucking against me.
Pleasure surged, tearing through me and I dug my fingers into his hips.
He roared and came all over the shower door, spurting and spurting.
I kept going and he didn’t stop riding my cock at the same time, wanting more, wanting to milk every fucking moment of this, every ounce of delirious pleasure.
He suddenly reached back and squeezed my balls, rolling and pinching.
And that bite of pain was it—one step too far—and I came deep in his ass with a grunt.
“Ah… yeah… fuck… that’s it,” I choked, as I filled him up.
He trembled and clutched tighter at my neck, just as he came again, seconds later, coating the glass.
I took a few moments to bask in it, then I slipped from him.
The moment I did, he turned to face me, his chest brushing mine.
“Holy shit,” he said, grinning at me, his eyes shining in wonder.
I chuckled. “Good, huh?”
“More than.”
“How do you feel?”
He answered me by throwing his arms around me and nuzzling his head against my chest, the sudden weight knocking me back against the shower wall.
I clutched his bicep and stroked his hair with my free hand, smiling at his vulnerable reaction.
His honest and amazingly earnest reaction.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “I’ve fucking got you now.”