Chapter 54 #2
‘Wait here,’ he orders and for a split second I fear he’s going to walk away and leave me in this state, but instead he stops at a large ottoman.
He grabs the underside with one hand, hoicks it up, and drags it over to me.
I’m sure it would have been easier just to ask me to move, but I’m grateful he didn’t.
I’m not sure my legs even work right now.
Assuming he wants me to lie down, I turn my back towards it, but he stops me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
‘Not yet,’ he growls as he wraps his hands around my thighs. The slit of my dress falls open, revealing the height of my boots and the soaked cotton of my underwear.
‘Fuck.’ He groans. ‘You’re so wet for me, Thorn. You know this is the point of no return, right? You need to tell me now if you want me to stop.’
‘Don’t you dare,’ I hiss back.
A dark chuckle resonates in his throat as he lifts my left leg so that my foot is planted on the ottoman two feet off the ground, and then he slides his fingers under the fabric of my underwear.
He begins to circle my clit with a touch so light I can’t help it when another moan escapes my lips.
I grind my hips down onto his fingers, silently urging him to apply firmer pressure.
‘That’s it, Thorn. Keep showing me what you like.’
I bite down on my bottom lip, wishing I could show some sort of restraint, but I can’t.
My hips continue to rock back and forth in a wild, needy rhythm I’m desperate for him to replicate as he increases the pressure.
My head falls back, and when my eyes slide closed, he slides a finger into me, pulling a thick moan from my throat.
‘So wet, so tight. So fucking tight, Thorn.’
The way he purrs at me is enough to have my walls clenching, and the curling motion of his fingers inside me is more than enough to make the heat rise in my stomach.
‘Oh Gods,’ I pant. ‘I’m going to come.’
He smirks that delicious smirk I’ve come to adore. ‘That’s it. Good girl, Thorn. Come for me.’
And I do. Hard and fast, the contractions sending me higher and higher. But rather than bring release, they bring an even greater desperation.
I need to feel him inside of me. All of him.
I look at him with heavily lidded eyes. ‘Take me. Fuck me quickly. Someone might come in.’
He ignores my request, adding a second finger to the plundering of my silken depths. ‘Not yet. I’ve waited so long, I won’t be hurried.’
How have I never felt anything close to this? How did I ever think I enjoyed sex when this damn near ecstasy exists?
My desire is interlaced with desperation for him.
And though it’s hard to focus on anything but the way his fingers are brushing my inside wall with scary expertise, I fumble with his buttons, loosening his trousers enough that I can get my hand inside.
He groans, control fraying as I encircle his cock with my hand. The sound is enough to have me gasping.
I can already feel the dampness that’s built up at his head and my tongue yearns to reach down and taste it, but instead, I run my fingers over him before clenching his girth in my hand.
I stifle a moan. My fingers don’t come close to making it all the way around.
Still, I pull my palm down in a long stroke, trying to take in as much of it as I can.
His groan is feral and he tightens my grip on his cock with his own hand. ‘This is yours, Thorn. All of it. Fucking own it.’
His words make me dizzy, the frenzy of need reaching an entirely new height.
He stifles his next moan by biting down on my shoulder so hard I’m sure he’s going to leave a mark.
‘Don’t be quiet,’ I whisper sultrily in his ear. ‘How else am I going to learn what you like?’
His eyes meet mine as a smirk spreads across his face. ‘Oh, that’s how you want to play it, is it?’
With a thrust of his arm, his fingers push even deeper into me, and he moves his other hand from where it was holding the back of my neck and places his palm flat against my abdomen.
The static is instant both inside and outside my body, sparking on every millimetre of my clit, while inside my walls start to clench, tightening in on his fingers.
The entire room is lost to me. Everything is lost to me. All I can feel are the places where our skin touches. My hand on his cock. His fingers in me. Our mouths and tongues in uncontrollable chaos.
‘I’m close,’ I whisper, desperate for him to fill me before I come. ‘I want you inside of me. I’m so close, Kyor.’ His name comes out as a breathy moan.
‘Not yet. Come for me again. Let go for me. I’ve got you.’
A scream threatens to leave my lungs, but though we each enjoy hearing the other moan, I’m aware enough to know that we can’t risk getting caught.
Any second now I’m going to break. I’m going to let loose and unravel, shattering into a million pieces, and I doubt I’ll ever be put back the same.
I try to focus on him, desperately trying to keep a consistent rhythm up and down his length, in the hope of hearing that guttural groan rise from his throat again. But I can barely focus.
My head rolls back and the waves rush through my body, one, then another, and another.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek. Next time I’ll scream for him.
Next time. Because this can’t be it. It can’t be.
My legs quake and all their strength evaporates as he holds up my entire body.
Finally, when the last tremor subsides, I look at him.
He’s looking at me in wonder. Tenderly. ‘I don’t know how I thought I could ever fight this.’ His eyes are locked on me as he brushes a strand of my hair from where it’s fallen over my forehead. ‘That was incredible.’
‘Was?’ I raise my eyebrow. ‘Oh, we’re not done. Not by half. It’s your turn now.’
I go to kneel, but he holds me up and shakes his head.
‘Not like that. Not on your knees for me. Not ever.’
Instead, he sits back with his legs over the edge of the ottoman.
It’s the first time I’ve seen the full length of his cock exposed like this, and the urge to drop down on my knees and take it in my mouth is overwhelming.
But if that’s not the way he wants it, then I’m going to have to get creative.
Fighting the desire to just slide his length all the way into me, I place my hand on his chest and push him down so that he’s lying on his back.
Yet as my fingers reach for his cock, I stop.
‘Did you hear that?’ I ask, frowning.
A line of confusion forms on his forehead. He sits up. ‘Is someone coming? Because I already told you—’
‘No, it sounded like a—’
This time it’s clear. A scream rips through the doors. And not the kind I just spent the last thirty minutes suppressing.
The memories of another bloody ball arise in both of our heads, and soundlessly we hastily stand and start tucking ourselves away.
Another scream tears through the quiet, and I freeze as I recognise the voice.
‘Llinos! The Gods help us! Llinos!’