29. Third Time’s A Charm
29
Third Time’s A Charm
Aliza
H is hand encased the entire column of my neck with ease, but though he applied a firm pressure, he was gentle. Through a foggy haze of my orgasm, I noticed my feet stumbling backwards under his guidance, through the door that had somehow opened since I’d been set back on the floor.
My eyes remained fixed on his, but I didn’t need to see my surroundings to guess where he’d taken me. Sure enough, the back of my thighs hit something fluffy but firm. A bed.
Idris dropped his hands, taking two generous handfuls of my arse cheeks. He squeezed, spreading them, and the stretching sensation on my oversensitive core had me gasping.
“You make beautiful sounds,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, and as easily as that, a beat of need twinged inside me. Usually, I’d be gathering up my clothes and thinking of a snack by now, not anticipating my next orgasm.
Idris lifted me, tossing me flat onto the bed. I barely caught my breath before he seized my hips and yanked me closer, bringing my arse almost to the edge of the mattress. My stocking-clad feet grappled for purchase on the varnished planks of the floor, but I found none, and the weight of my still-weak legs bowed my spine .
The day’s last rays of sun spilt through the grimy windows, gilding everything they touched in gold. Idris’ eyes glimmered like molten amber as they roved over my body, naked but for the stockings, bared and presented before him. I was in no position to judge him for looking. My mouth all but watered at the sight of him standing between my ankles, his sculpted body just there to be admired. I’d barely been allowed to touch him yet, and those rippling abs had my fingers itching. How would it feel when I trailed my nails over them?
Lower and lower my eyes went.
A shudder of anticipation ran through me at the sight of him, long and thick and, from what I could see, impossibly hard. His efforts at satisfying me had only engorged matters further.
“Do I pass inspection?”
My eyes snapped back to his face, only to find a self-satisfied smirk curving that talented mouth.
Summoning the last, tattered shreds of my bravado, I flopped my arms above my head, the action lifting and tightening my breasts. Idris’ eyes flickered to them. With a luxurious, cat-like stretch that arched my spine further, I said, “You’ll do.”
He lowered himself over me, spreading my thighs with his hips. My heart barely had time to stutter before that magnificent, intimidating cock of his slid along my drenched centre in a lazy stroke. I twitched and cried out, the feel of him obliterating every thought in my head. Idris swept his tongue into my mouth, swallowing my moan.
He began to rock his hips, sliding his length between my lips and over my clit again and again, in torturous, slow grinds.
Oh, god .
I was nothing but pure sensation, writhing beneath him, seeking that silken pressure with a desperation that had my stockinged feet sliding again, searching for a foothold to leverage myself with. I clung to Idris, greedy hands roving over his sweat-slick skin. Muscles rippled beneath the surface, softening and tensing as he moved.
He continued to kiss me, deep and claiming, robbing me of my breath. I couldn’t think beyond the feel of him, the need to claw him closer, to feel him fill me. My heart thudded, sending blood pulsing through my body, a throbbing hum of want.
I snared handfuls of dark hair and tugged gently, freeing my mouth.
“Please, Idris,” I panted. I couldn’t take another moment. I needed him inside me. I needed him to fulfil his promise. “Fuck me.”
“Such pretty manners.” He grazed his teeth over my lower lip, nipping gently. It didn’t hurt, but it turned me to molten liquid.
Idris straightened, standing between my thighs and gazing down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. His chest heaved with every breath. He was fucking beautiful. How had I managed to land myself in this position? What had I done to earn my title as god’s favourite?
He grasped his cock, glistening with my juices, and pumped twice, running his thumb over the bead of his own moisture clinging to the head. I twitched as he positioned the tip at my entrance, his free hand grasping my hip. Oh god. This was it. I would probably die from this, but I didn’t care a bit.
I lifted my legs, letting them fall to the side, making space for that monster, but Idris only teased. He slid the head between my folds but paused there, watching my face as his thumb glided over my clit, sending little shocks fizzing through me. How did he have such restraint? Again and again he swept over me, rubbing and circling and sliding. My pants turned to breathy moans. My fingers curled, fisting the blankets, clinging to something, anything that might ground me. I was burning, but not like I had in Tir o Haf. This was an exquisite, fiery consumption, searing through me, melting everything into one. Frustration and desire and need merged, until I couldn’t separate one from the other. Until I couldn’t see or think or feel anything beyond Idris.
Our eyes locked, and he pushed his way inside me.
It was only the tip, but I cried out at the exquisite stretch, my core tightening as my body buckled. The prince’s chest heaved with every breath as he waited for me to quiet, to fall still, and only then did he let go of his cock, bracing his hands on either side of my waist. With a slow, rolling thrust of his hips, he went deeper. And deeper. He groaned, the sound rumbling low in his throat, more beast than person, as he buried himself inside me.
Stars sparked behind my heavy eyelids at the fit of our bodies. Consuming. Devastating. Pushing the limit of my endurance, and yet, exquisite. Had I ever lived until this moment? Ever felt? It was big. Almost too big, and I could do nothing but take it, panting at the immense, beautiful pressure inside of me.
Idris withdrew, but before I could so much as take a breath, he thrust back in, deeper this time, faster. A strangled, undignified sound, something between a grunt and a yell burst from my lolling mouth. I arched, rolling my eyes back to glimpse the heaven he offered.
“Look at me,” Idris growled, his voice edged with the same raw desire that raged inside me. “I want you to forget everyone but me.”
Who? For the life of me, I couldn’t call to mind any face but his, but I did as I was told, locking eyes with him. He filled me, not only with his body. There was no room in my soul for any other man. I might have told him as much if he hadn’t pulled out again. My whimper wobbled on the edge of madness. Without him, I was empty and aching.
Again, he drove into me, and withdrew, and drove. Too slowly. Torturing. A wicked creature, bent on my destruction. Through it all, I fought the urge to let my eyes roll back in my skull and held his gaze, and though I could barely summon the beginnings of a thought, I recognised the scrunch of his brow, the blackness of his wide pupils, ringed in yellow, the breath panting through his parted lips.
Absolute need. The same that coursed through my veins, consuming me. Despite his ruthless restraint, he needed me every bit as much as I did him. That distant, foggy knowledge floundered in a swamp of desire, struggling to remain afloat, but it was there, and I clung to it. I held it close, letting it warm my chest like a talisman, its faint glow growing brighter with every moment I spent with my eyes locked on Idris. That light, that warmth pulsed outward from the depths of my chest in gentle, glittering waves. It spread through my body to the tips of my fingers and toes, filling every part of me.
Abandoning my grip on the blankets, my fingers curled around his wrists, braced either side of my waist. Tendons strained beneath my touch, and when my hands snaked higher, I found the muscles of his forearms corded and quivering.
I wanted him closer. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. Our bodies were joined, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him to engulf me.
My fingers skimmed over straining biceps and shoulders, only within reach because of the angle at which he bent over me. That rogue lock of hair swayed with every jolt of his body into mine .
“Idris,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his hips and squeezing, drawing him lower.
He could have fought me if he’d wanted to, but that made it all the sweeter when he bowed to the pressure, lowering himself over me. His arm slid under my shoulder, jostling me as he cupped the back of my neck. Before I’d realised what he was doing, he half lifted, half dragged me up the bed, his thighs pushing against me as he crawled onto the mattress. I hooked my arms around his neck, relishing the way his shoulders shuddered as he resumed driving into me.
The angle was different, each roll grinding against my clit, and like this, Idris obliterated my entire world with his body. There was only him and the breadth of his shoulders blocking my view of him. I arched, straining to lift my chin, to see that face, but huge as he was, I found only his throat and jaw. It would have to do. Between my high, breathy whines I kissed his neck, the rough bite of stubble prickling my lips in a sharp contrast to the silken, mind-melting glide between my legs.
There was no doubt about it. I was going to come on his cock after all. Soon.
The arm pinned beneath me shifted higher, and Idris’ hand gripped my hair at the scalp. I gasped as he arched my neck to its fullest, but then his lips were on mine, swallowing every sound that tried to escape me. His tongue swept in, stealing my breath. A groan rumbled in his throat, vibrating into my mouth and down my pinned body, straight to my core. Wave after wave of limb-spasming, mind-fizzing sparks.
My earlier whines came back, rising in pitch as my entire body tightened, teetering on the brink of release. Idris broke the kiss, his heavy breath billowing over my hot skin .
“Eyes on me.” The raw edge to his voice, the deep rasp I hadn’t heard before combined with one last fluid roll of his hips as I found the glint of yellow-green.
I fell again.
My orgasm barrelled through me, less waves, more a tsunami, dragging me under with its sheer power. My eyes burnt to roll back, but I clung to Idris’ words, somehow forcing myself to obey even as I relinquished control of the rest of my body. I didn’t remember screaming, or clawing, or anything but the seemingly endless ecstasy tearing through every fibre of me, but when it eventually faded, leaving me panting and shaking, my throat was raw and my nails were buried in the sweat-damp skin of Idris’ back.
His lips twitched into a brief smile before he kissed me again.
This side of my orgasm, every thrust of his cock felt deeper, more consuming. I cried out with every jolt, and my legs fell away from his hips, trembling violently as my knees flopped wide. He pumped into me with an urgency that told me he’d been holding back before, but no longer cared for self-control.
My hands dropped from his neck, grappling for his hips, a shield against his impaling thrusts, but he caught my wrists, lifting my arms above my head one after the other, pinning them to the mattress.
“No,” he grunted. “You can take it.”
There was no fight left in me. My body was all but liquid. I had little option but to endure everything he gave, and lo and behold, he was right. I could take it, even if my poor, consumed body threatened to fracture into pieces.
Above me, Idris’ face scrunched. He looked feral, wild in a way I hadn’t seen before, with sweat beading his brow and a fierce gleam in his piercing eyes. My body began to thrum. My walls clenched and fluttered around his relentlessly pounding cock, sending little zaps of pleasure through me again. Or was that him?
Blueish light threaded beneath his skin. Veins of magic. Of power. Ether buzzed over my body, too, rippling and sliding over the sweat-damp surface. It gathered in my breasts and between my quivering legs, building a heavy pressure that made my skin come alive.
With a crackling snap, the pressure broke, jolting through me.
A third orgasm slammed through me, and my yelps turned into a warbling scream. This time, I couldn’t prevent my eyes from screwing shut, but with two more savage thrusts, Idris’ voice joined mine. He collapsed over me, falling still as his roar filled my ears.
Somehow, I found the strength to roll my hips beneath him, wringing out every last drop of pleasure. He shuddered, his grip on my wrists tightening as his hot breath rushed over the shell of my ear. I fell still, flopping into the mattress as my muscles gave up their valiant efforts.
I couldn’t even begin to guess at how long we lay like that, our heavy breathing and the distant musical chiming the only sounds. My pulse burst through me, throbbing everywhere, even in the tips of my toes. I drifted in a haze, content and sated, my body limp.
Eventually, Idris released my wrists and lifted his head. His eyes snagged on mine and he gazed down at me with that strange, gentle expression, so at odds with how he’d ravaged me. My chest tightened in anticipation. If ever there was a time to tell me he loved me, this was it.
Maybe words evaded him, as they did me. He pulled out of me, his head bowing with another groan. When he rolled sideways, he pulled me to face him. There it was again, that look of sheer adoration. Of love. But there was also an edge there, a worried question as he searched my eyes.
“I’m alright,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and weak from overuse. “I’m perfect.”
He kissed my brow, his lips lingering as my eyes slipped closed, then he gathered me in his arms, holding me to his chest. His heartbeat thundered in my ear as I pressed my cheek to his hot, damp skin.
“Perfect,” he agreed.