Chapter 22 #2
I moaned at the use of my given name; I relished the sound of it on his lips. Abnus continued kissing down my chest until he found one of my nipples, and he bit the nub, making me gasp. His tongue laved over it, stealing the pain. I arched into him in a silent plea for more.
His hand slid beneath me, flattening on the small of my back and drawing me toward him. Abnus continued his assault, and I cried beneath him, my cock hard and leaking. He pulled back with a loud pop, and I hissed. My nipple was red and it throbbed in the air.
“You like when I hurt you,” he observed.
Trembling, I pushed a hand through his hair. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“I’m unsure.”
He kissed the abused nub. “Try.”
“It… it makes me feel less fragile. I’m often treated as delicate by my brothers and those around me, but I’m not.
I can fight as well as they can. I had the same training as a child they did.
I’m a decent shot. I have an excellent seat.
I’m not weak. When you’re rough with me, I like it. A great deal.”
Abnus rested his chin on my stomach. “I do not have to treat you gently, but I will cause you no true harm. I cannot.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me in truth. But I do enjoy pain with my pleasure.”
He bit my stomach, and I moaned. Abnus licked the same spot again. “Then I shall oblige.”
Abnus nipped and bit my chest, leaving little marks behind until I was shaking uncontrollably. My cock was utterly hard, near to the point of pain, but I wanted to taste Abnus. I didn’t just want him to suck me off, then leave. Not again.
When he returned to kissing my neck, I wrapped my arms and rolled, so I was on top of him. Abnus grunted and looked up at me, blinking. I grabbed his wrists and pushed them above his head, trapping him. It was an illusion he could easily break—he was far stronger than I.
“Yes, Oren?”
I leaned over him, grinding my cock against his waistcoat. “It’s my turn. I want to taste you. I want you to use my mouth. I want you to use me.”
He said, “I will never use you. You are special. But I have no issue with fucking your face.”
I swallowed.
Once again, I was on my back before I even knew what was happening. Abnus loomed over me, but I felt not even a twinge of fear—rather excitement. His long fingers gripped my wrists, shackling them above my head.
“Are you sure, Oren?”
“Yes.” I knew what I wanted. I couldn’t plan for tomorrow; I couldn’t hope for forever or love or romance, but I would be satisfied with right now.
As Sevrin had told me, our forevers were very different as were the weights of our love.
Abnus had but one soul mate, and I had a multitude of paths that could lead to the love of my life.
So I would choose this path and walk it for as long as I was able.
Abnus lowered his head, and I held my breath, hope soaring that his lips would find their home against mine. It dashed to the ground but a moment later when he straightened and slid off me. He’d told me that he wouldn’t kiss me, and I needed to stop expecting it.
He stood and slowly began to remove his shirt, and my eyes widened. I scrambled up so I wouldn’t miss even a second. Abnus shook his head at my antics. He shucked off his shirt, and I licked my lips. He was built with lean muscles. His broad shoulders tapered down into a narrow waist.
The same thorns on his arms continued up to his shoulders.
The poppies were in all states of bloom as they grew on the vines.
In the center of his chest was a crescent moon covered partially by wispy clouds.
The moon and clouds looked as real as the ones in the sky.
Right next to the top tip of the crescent was a seven-pointed, icy-blue star.
I rose onto my knees and reached for him.
Abnus stepped closer, his legs brushing the bed.
I trailed my fingers over the vines, and they shifted closer to me, as if they wished for my touch.
They looked so real I would’ve expected the bite of a thorn, but all I felt was silky skin.
My fingers slipped up the center of his chest, stopping on the mark.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
“I’m glad you find it so,” Abnus said.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Abnus didn’t reply, ducking his head to catch my earlobe in a sharp nip. I moaned, hands sliding around his back to draw him closer. I yelped in surprise when Abnus lifted me off the bed, setting me on the ground.
“Kneel,” he ordered.
I was on my knees in a blink of an eye, ready and desperate.
Abnus stared down at me. “You look lovely on your knees.”
My mouth went dry. “I like looking up at you.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Should I make a pet of you?”
“Yes, please,” I begged. I would take every morsel of affection.
“Well,” he said, “get on with it, pet.”
Moaning at the endearment, I nodded. With shaking hands, I started to unbutton his trousers. Carefully, I pulled the rest of his clothes off until he stood before me naked.
The tattoos continued down his body, swirling down his legs. From where I kneeled at his feet, the only free spot I saw was the center of his stomach.
Abnus was beyond lovely.
He palmed the side of my neck, his thumb cresting the line of my jaw before settling right beside my earlobe.
I licked my lips. I wanted him, but I didn’t wish to take more than Abnus wanted to give me.
My eyes flicked to his erect cock. He was larger than I, which was little surprise as he was a larger person than I was.
A bead of pearly pre-cum gathered on his tip. I moaned.
“Please,” I begged.
His thumb pushed on the hinge of my jaw, and I opened, more than ready for him to be on my tongue. Abnus said, voice rough, “If you wish me to stop, pinch my calf.”
I nodded, wetting my lips.
Abnus’s grip tightened until I looked up at him. “Answer me, pet. If you wish me to stop, pinch my calf.”
“I understand.”
He moved closer, and I greedily reached for his cock. Abnus smacked my hand away. “Mouth only.”
My hands fell to my sides, and I opened my mouth wide.
Abnus directed his cock into my waiting mouth with a hand on the base of his shaft.
The second he breached my lips, I moaned.
Fuck, he tasted so good. I sucked and lapped at his crown, poking the slit with the tip of my tongue in the hopes of more musky liquid.
When I was gifted some, I groaned around the head of his cock.
Abnus allowed me to play, sucking and licking as I pleased, but he kept me from sliding down further on his shaft with a hand fisted in my hair. I looked up at him, wanting more. The second my eyes connected with his he pushed into my mouth.
The velvet of his shaft rubbed on my tongue. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. I worked the underside of his cock and kept a tight pressure around him. Abnus continued in a slow rhythm, going deeper and deeper with each thrust until I gagged.
When I would’ve pulled back, he held onto me tight. “Breathe through your nose.”
I tried and swallowed. Abnus took a sharp breath and gently slid out. I moaned in protest.
“Excellent, pet. Concentrate on breathing. I’m going to go faster now.”
I nodded as best I could. I’d never done more than lick James; he’d never fucked my throat and I wanted it.
Abnus’s hips bucked forward, meeting my gag reflex faster. I breathed through my nose, and the urge began to dissipate. He sped up, grunting, moving faster and faster while going deeper into my throat until my nose bumped into his pelvis. Abnus held there, making it difficult to breathe.
His thumb traced over my bottom lip before he slowly withdrew. “Lovely. Oren. Utterly lovely.”
I couldn’t respond because Abnus had picked up speed, fucking my throat in earnest. Drool slid down my chin and my jaw ached from stretching around him, but I couldn’t stop crying in hot arousal.
When Abnus buried himself into me with a quiet groan, I swallowed.
He stuttered, crying out in a low voice.
“Oren,” he rumbled.
This wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted him to use me as I’d used him. I grabbed his firm ass and yanked him toward me, harder.
His hand tightened in my hair, making my eyes water. “Hands, pet.”
I let them fall.
“But I understand. Breathe when I pull out,” he said—the only warning I had before he held my head between his hands and fucked me.
I groaned as he pounded into my mouth, chasing his release.
I tried as best I could to work the underside of his cock with my tongue as well as to breathe when he pulled back.
My eyes were watering, drool coated my chin, and my jaw throbbed, but my cock had never been harder.
It bobbed between my legs, leaking. I reached down and stroked myself in time with his punishing thrusts.
My eyes never left Abnus as he used my mouth.
His breath was turning harsher as his thrusts were becoming frantic.
“Oren,” he gasped and warmth flooded my mouth. I swallowed his salty release, not allowing any to spill. My hand worked my cock as I drank his cum. Everything tightened almost painfully before pleasure seeped through me. I cried out, eyes closing, and teetered over the edge of my own orgasm.
Abnus slowly pulled himself from my mouth, then grabbed me beneath the arms, lifting me. My legs had gone numb, and I had a hard time holding my own weight. I stared up at Abnus, eyes wide, begging him not to leave me. I needed him to hold me.
“Put your arms around me,” Abnus whispered.
I did, and he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his hands supported me by clasping my ass. He carried me easily to bed and laid me down on the sheets.
This was it. This was when he was going to leave me alone again.
Abnus lay down beside me and gathered me in his arms. He took uneven breaths and ran his shaking hand over my arm. “Stay close.”
I threw a leg over him and hugged him. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”