Chapter 24 #3
I think that means do it again, so I do. I drag my hand up his shaft and down, stroking him with an even rhythm and a tight fist. He weeps precum all over my hand, and after a minute, his fingers wrap around mine.
“Whoa. Okay. You should… get on. If you want.”
“Are you going to come if I keep doing this?”
He bites down on his lip as we both stroke his cock, and groans, “Probably.”
“Maybe I should keep doing it. It would be hot to see you spurt all over yourself, and me too. I’d love for you to paint me in your come.”
I cup his balls for emphasis. He hisses out a few curses under his breath. “I’d love to be inside of you. I want to be close to you, so there’s no space between us at all. If you want me to pull out and finish on you, I can.”
Holy shit. I think I’m the one in danger of coming and there hasn’t been a single bit of stimulation against my clit. I’ve been so focused on him that I’ve barely noticed how soaking wet I am, making a mess of his lap.
I guide his cockhead to my entrance and sink down at the same time he pushes in. I’m soaked, plus gravity, plus the fact that we’re both panting and going to lose our minds, pretty much works together to seat him inside of me in a single thrust.
He gasps my hips, fingers clenching around my belly and my ass because they’re so big on my body. “Shit. Sorry. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Neither did I, but I’m good. More than good. I’m fantastic. I love the feel of you inside of me. So hard and thick and throbbing.”
“Shhh. I want this to last more than a minute. But also… I love how you feel too. Tight. Hot. So wet.”
I pick his cross up and rub the worn metal between my fingers. It’s so smooth. Maybe if I can concentrate on the warmth it holds from his body, I can keep myself from hair trigger coming all over his cock.
Probably not.
I love the way he trembles, like this is the best thing he’s ever felt, but also like he’s trying not to think about that because he’ll hair trigger come.
Maybe it would be better not to move at all, or just rock a little, but I can’t.
He feels too good. It all feels too good.
I want to kiss him, but I settle for hovering my mouth right beside his, feeling his hot breaths against my lips.
Kissing would be dangerous. Kissing would start a chain reaction that I know I wouldn’t be able to stop.
He keeps trembling. I open my eyes to check in with him. “Are you okay?” If he’s in pain, I’m going to die, I swear. Knowing that I hurt him or that he’s taking one for the team isn’t the vibe.
He’s so gorgeous, always, but especially like this, with his face flushed and his lashes resting against his cheek, his beautiful Cupid’s bow lip parted a little from the bottom, hard breaths escaping.
“I’m okay.” His fingers tighten on my hips. “I’d love it if you rode the hell out of me and came. I’m not honestly sure how long I can last.”
“I hear that. It’s nice like this. Face to face. I can feel you everywhere, but it’s more than that.”
His hips surge forward and he bucks up, spearing me with his cock. He’s already so thick and long, and he hits everywhere. I’m so shocked that I drop his cross.
“Sorry!”
“No!” I lift up a little and come back down slowly, taking every inch of him torturously. We both groan.
I do that over and over, working myself on his cock.
I drop my head and kiss his neck madly, sucking and biting at his throat.
I find his cross and take it between my teeth.
It tastes like metal, but also like salt and spice and Shadow.
I suck on it then let it fall out of my mouth so I can find his lips.
I kiss him like I’m never going to get another chance, all while I work myself on his cock.
All that work is going to drive me straight over the edge. The heat is already building. It’s more intense, deeper, darker than the first time.
He curses under his breath. “You’re so good. So, so fucking good. Please, keep doing that.”
My thighs lock tightly around his muscular waist, and I set my hands on his shoulders, changing it up a little.
I slowly, slowly lean back. Changing it up even more.
I watch as fierce pleasure rolls over his face.
He doesn’t open his eyes, but he does throw his head back.
His hips surge forward, driving his cock deeper into me.
He drives forward suddenly, like he’s unable to control himself.
It’s awesome. And crazy. He hits every part of me, including that spot that is so uncomfortable for a few thrusts that I want to writhe away from it, but I don’t.
I lean into it, and soon, the weird feeling blooms into pleasure so powerful it knocks the breath out of me.
I grab his arms and sink my fingers into his biceps and hold on while he takes me closer and closer to—
I fall off the edge without even knowing that it’s coming. It’s like standing on safe ground one second, and the next, finding all that safety crumbling under your feet and you’re falling. It’s a good falling.
I cry out his name while my climax rocks me. Every single thrust is a new dimension, changing the shape and form of the pleasure.
He pulls out before the pleasure tapers off completely, and I watch him jack his dick a few times before hot splashes of come erupt. They jet out over both of us, covering us, scalding hot with every spasm.
“Wow,” I wheeze, leaning forward so that I can bring my forehead to his. I let it rest there, sticky skin to sticky skin. I keep my eyes open the whole time, so I can watch the ghost of a smile that turns up his lips and finally transforms into a full grin.
“Wow,” he agrees. “Wow as in we probably need a shower.”
His face falls, eyes scanning behind me. I turn and look over my shoulder, half expecting someone to be standing there. Fear prickles the nape of my neck and my fingers immediately tighten on his arms like I can protect him. There’s nothing. No one.
Ghosts?
“What’s wrong?” I hug him tight, smearing come all over the both of us. I’m probably a weirdo, but I think that’s hot. There’s no way I’m going to let him think anything else about what we just did.
“I only take cold showers.”
My lips are right by his ear. So cute, perfectly shaped, the lobe just enough to take between my teeth and such. I can’t resist. I’m rewarded with a feral growl.
“Fawnie…”
I kiss my way across his face, playfully skimming over his lips until I reach his jaw. “I’d love to have a cold shower with you. Don’t people say ice plunges are supposed to be good for your health?”
“You wouldn’t,” he challenges me.
I pull away so he can see how serious I am.
“Do I like cold showers? No. Would I like one with you? Absolutely. Even if it’s frigid, I know you’ll take me right back here and warm me up,” I pause for a moment, not sure whether to say what’s on my mind, afraid of ruining the moment.
But what we have is special, and if he’s going to heal then he’s going to have to face up to the past. “The shower thing…” I start.
“Is that because it hurts, or was it before…”
His eyes flutter closed and when he opens them again, they’re shiny, but also glowing. Those dark depths have a thousand gold sparkles alight. It’s like he brought the stars down in the sky just for me to look at in here.
“It’s a bit of both. As a kid, we often had no power. I guess I got used to showering in cold water. Then after the accident I tried, but it hurt. Lukewarm should be okay though,” he says.
“Whatever is comfortable for you,” I say. “If I’m freezing my ass off, I’ll just step out and jump in once you’re done.”
“I’d love that.”
I close my eyes and sigh, drinking in the sound of that word. I rub the tip of his nose with mine, then drop my lips to his. “I’d love that too.”