Chapter 11 #2
“Tell me what you like,” I manage to say through my gasps of pleasure as Eris’s rough hands scrape blissfully against my chest. “What should I know?”
Eris’s voice is low and close to my ear when ze murmurs, “Do anything you want to my body, call it whatever you want, cock or dick or strap or whatever makes you comfortable. Just don’t call me sir, or daddy, or mistress, or any of that.
My name is Eris, and I want you to use it.
” Zis lips catch my earlobe, sucking it into between zis teeth.
“Oh, I want you to scream it for me, Bambi. You have no idea how much I love hearing you say my name.”
“Eris? Can you kiss me now?” I ask, adding a whimpered “please” for good measure.
Eris groans into my ear. “Fuck, you’re killing me. You still need to tell me what you want. How you want me.”
“Just use me,” I whisper, rocking my hips harder against zim, chasing my pleasure and zis.
“However you want me, I want all of it. Pain and pleasure and worshiping and all.” My voice cracks, and I can’t help but babble, “I’ll be so good for you, please Eris.
Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.
Whatever it is, I’ll love it, just make me yours—”
My begging is cut short by a snarl and a bruising kiss, lips crushing against mine—finally finally finally…
Eris’s tongue presses against mine in deep strokes that set the pace for our bodies grinding together.
The wine that we had with dinner is on zis tongue, and the sharp edge of zis mustache scratches my lip.
I want more of zim, all of Eris in and around and crushing me. Burying my hands in that silky brown hair that smells like orange zest and gasoline and grass, I twist my fingers around it so we can never be untangled. Eris swallows my moans and lets me drink zis as I pull zim closer.
Too soon, Eris leans back to strip me of my tank top. Zis mouth finds my neck, zis hands teasing at my chest, nails biting into the skin. “Can I leave marks?”
“Please,” I gasp, burying my nose in zis hair. I trace the shell of zis ear with my tongue and teeth, gentle around the studs lining the cartilage.
“Someone might see them tomorrow,” Eris sucks hard on my pulse anyway. My skin blooms hot under zis teeth.
“Good.” I don’t care what anyone might think. Right now, I belong to Eris, and I want everyone to know that ze is mine.
Eris’s mouth burns down my body, stopping at my nipples. Zis tongue piercing adds a roughness to the teasing licks that leave me squirming and begging for more.
“So fucking needy, Bambi,” Eris teases when I lift my hips as zis fingers hook around the waistband of my boxers.
Ze slides them off my legs, kissing and biting the skin of my thighs.
To my relief, Eris wastes no time stroking me with two fingers, making me gasp with every brush against my clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Well yeah, someone’s been teasing me for hours.” My heart pounds in my throat as Eris sticks zis fingers, shiny and wet and covered in me, into zis mouth.
Eris’s eyes flutter shut. “You taste amazing.” Ze shoves them roughly inside without preamble, stroking my hole until I’m bucking underneath zim, trying to find purchase for my clit against zis palm. “Taste this,” ze pulls zis fingers out and shoves them in my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.
I suck them, moaning as the earthy, sweet taste of me coats my lips and tongue. I grip zis thick forearm with both hands to keep zis fingers in my mouth. The hair coating zis skin prickles my palms.
“Such an eager little slut, sucking on yourself.” Eris’s other hand slips into me, stroking in time with the fingers in my mouth. My hips roll desperately as I moan, and Eris watches me fuck myself on zis hand with open fascination.
Zis fingers drag from my lips and down my arm to lace our fingers together, as Eris bends down to get zis mouth on me. That tight grip is exactly what I need to hold on for dear life when that tongue ring brushes hard on my clit.
I arch off the bed with a cry. Squeezing zis hand, I bury the other in zis hair to pull Eris where I want zim.
Eris groans, dragging zis tongue against my clit so slowly, over and over and over, like ze’s savoring every moment.
Every lap and lick, kiss and nibble is sensational, but unhurried, and I’m impatient.
Bucking against zis face, I chase the exhilaration climbing up my spine and shooting down to my toes as they curl into Eris’ broad shoulders.
Despite my babbling, the fruitless pleas for more and faster and please please please, Eris keeps a measured pace.
Pressure builds through my body, ecstasy mounting inch by excruciating inch, until finally finally finally, I shatter under zis mouth.
“You’re doing wonderful things for my ego, Bambi,” Eris teases, kissing back up my trembling body. “God, you’re so responsive. I was worried I wouldn’t know if you liked it, and here you are, begging me for more.”
“I’d rather be doing wonderful things to your cock,” I reply, sliding my hand down the silk of zis camisole.
Eris catches my hand before I can stroke zim through zis shorts. “Trust me, you are. But my plans for you will be cut short if you start touching me now.”
I pout, but Eris kisses me, and any thoughts beyond zis mouth on mine—the taste of me coating zis lips, the sweet smell of my arousal soaking zis mustache—are lost.
“I want you on your knees, Bambi,” ze murmurs against my mouth.
“You have to get off me,” I reply, biting zis lower lip and trapping Eris with my legs around zis hips. The silk of zis shorts, hard and hot through the fabric against my soaking hole, makes us both moan. “And probably get a towel.”
Eris beams. “A towel?”
My cheeks burn. “If we’re gonna do this from behind, there is a possibility that things will be…gushy.”
Zis brow furrows as Eris’s smile darkens with delight. “Let me get this straight. You squirt when someone’s railing you from behind, and that himbo ex of yours still preferred fucking missionary?”
I huff, defensive of Matt even as his protective sweetness smothered me. “As a reminder, he is still haunted by the memory of my leg crushed between a truck and a tree. So yeah, I was not often on my knees.”
“I am so glad I put the CBD on you now,” Eris mutters, pulling away to stomp to the bathroom, yanking zis camisole off to give me a view of zis broad back covered in a stunning willow tree tattoo. “Get on your fucking knees, Bambi.”
I try to turn over, but my legs are jelly after coming so hard. I’m still scrambling into position when Eris returns with the towel.
“Oh my god, the fucking snail…” Eris laughs, the cackle sharp. “Never mind, this is why he liked missionary.”
“Hey!” I sit up, glaring at zim over my shoulder. “At least my snail is cool. Yours looks like a child drew it.”
“It’s a beautiful tattoo. Very, uh…realistic,” Eris says, still chuckling as ze tucks the towel beneath me.
As ze touches my lower back, ze cackles loudly again, making me grin along with zim.
“This is the funniest shit I’ve ever seen someone get tattooed there, and I’ve done a lot of weird tramp stamps. ”
“What do you have there?” I ask, arching into zis touch as a warm hand drags up and down along my spine. “Or does the tree have roots?”
“Boring, but the tree has roots,” Eris kisses my shoulder, zis stubble scraping the skin of my neck. “The best one I ever tattooed was an open mouth, as a target for someone’s cum after they pull out. I’d rather cum on your snail, though. Way funnier!”
I swallow hard as Eris fusses with a condom.
Zis hand presses between my shoulder blades, guiding me to bend down until my face is pressed into the pillows.
I watch over my shoulder as Eris pushes zis shorts off, fisting zis erection before rolling the condom over it.
Both of zis nipples are pierced and tattooed into purple heart shapes.
I need to know what sounds Eris makes when I suck on them.
What that coating of chest and belly hair feels like under my hands.
Touch the dozens of tattoos and ask why ze got each one.
Eris smirks when ze notices me watching, slowing zis strokes. “Eager for this, Bambi?”
I nod.
Ze slaps my ass, sharp and hot. I yelp in surprise, moaning when ze does it again to the other cheek. “You like that?”
I nod again, arching my back in a silent question for more; Eris obliges with a few more cracks of zis palm against my ass, until I’m begging zim to fuck me.
It’s been a long time since anyone else has touched me, and nothing has ever felt half as good as Eris’s hard, scorching strikes.
My hole is aching to be touched, filled, fucked, anything ze wants.
Eris’s hand slides down my arms one by one to pull them behind me, pinning my wrists below my shoulder blades with one hand.
Back forced into a deep arch, I’m crushed face-first into the pillow.
Delighted and breathless by the weight of zim holding me immobile, I’m at zis mercy, trembling in anticipation.
“Tell me.” The head of zis cock slides along my hole, grinding all the way to my clit and back, teasing me. “What do you want?”
I babble a “Fuck me, Eris, please, please, please,” into the pillow. My whimper is muffled as ze slowly pushes in, filling me perfectly. Zis gravelly voice echoes through the room in a ragged groan. Eris’s hand grips my wrists painfully tight. I can barely move in this position, barely breathe.
I love every second of it.
Eris grasps at my hip to pound into me, zis pace slow but relentless. “Jesus, Bambi, this hole was made for me. You feel so fucking good.”
Zis hand on my hip is the only thing keeping me upright. Pleasure climbs up my spine with every thrust. My legs quiver, on the verge of giving out. Eris lets me collapse into the bed, straddling my thighs as ze loops an arm under my hips to keep them angled perfectly and—
“Oh my god,” I moan. This is even better.
The head of zis cock slides across a spot that drives me wild, each thrust pulling a loud cry from my lips.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt this alive and held and needed this way, needed anyone the way I need Eris.
“I’m so close, please, don’t stop,” I sob into the pillow.
“Fuck, you’re gonna come from this?” Eris’s breath is ragged. “My perfect little hole. You don’t even need me to touch your clit, do you?”
“No, need you just like this.” That voice, those words, this pressure building down my spine with every thrust. “Please, Eris.”
“God, Bambi, I’m coming as soon as you do. You’re so fucking gorgeous, begging me for it,” Eris says, zis voice strained.
I pant, my thighs quivering as my toes cramp and my back aches. The pain is exquisite. “Please don’t stop.”
“Say my name again when you come.”
I shout, muffled by the pillow, turning zis name and the needy babbling into a prayer as my orgasm surges through me. My body burns white hot as pleasure finally floods all of my senses and my head explodes into blissful white noise.
“That’s my Bambi, fucking Christ you’re amazing,” Eris lets go of my wrists as ze bends over me to finish zimself off, fucking my hole like I’m a toy. Zis body is slick with sweat, and zis chest hair prickles my skin.
I should feel objectified laying here, being used—or perhaps grossed out by the sweat—but I love it.
I want more of it, the stretch of each thrust, the weight on my back.
I never want zim to stop. Finding Eris’s hand as it helplessly grasps at the duvet, I bring it to my lips.
Sucking zis fingers, the ones that still smell and taste like me, deep into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around each digit.
It’s not enough to bring zim the same incandescent bliss ze showed me, but it’s enough to make zim come.
Eris’s lips press against my spine, cursing under zis breath and hips stuttering until ze slowly collapses over me.
Crushing me into the bed once more, Eris is all sweaty hair and heavy breathing like ze ran a marathon, and I preen at how undone I’ve made zim.
Ze rolls off of me far too soon with a groaned, “Fuck…”
“That good?” I tease to hide the pang of loss, the cooling of my skin in zis absence.
Eris laughs, stretching across the mattress. “Yeah, but I was gonna pull out and come on the snail.”
I laugh with zim, turning on my side and wincing as my hip lands in a puddle of damp duvet. “Oh, no!”
“What?”
“We missed the towel.”
Eris grins proudly, a manic glint in zis eye. “There’s another bed. We’ll use that one for sleeping after I’ve tired you out.”
I smile, relieved that this isn’t a one-off for Eris either. Crawling over zim to find a dry spot, I let Eris catch me around the waist to pull me on top of zim. Hand dragging up and down my back, ze holds me close as we both catch our breath.
The quiet brings questions that buzz like mosquitos: What does Eris want? How does this change things for us? What happens now?
But just as I start to spiral, Eris kisses me again, silencing my brain with bliss.