Chapter 16 Orion
Orion
Iwatched, utterly transfixed, as Zeke scrambled to obey my command. The way he moved, all lithe grace and eagerness, sent tendrils of scorching desire licking through my veins.
Part of me still marveled that this incredible man was mine. That after decades of emotional solitude, I’d somehow been granted the unexpected gift of Zeke’s love and devotion. He awoke parts of my soul I thought lost forever—parts of myself I didn’t even realize needed healing until he showed me.
As he disappeared into the bedroom, shedding clothes in his wake, I drew in a steadying breath.
Tracking his movements through the house, I gave him a few moments’ head start before rising to follow.
Need simmered hot and insistent in my core, yet I refused to rush this. I wanted—needed—to savor every second.
When I reached the bedroom, Zeke stood naked in the bathroom doorway, beautifully bare. His eyes, dark with want, met mine in a searing gaze that robbed me of breath. Purposefully, I closed the distance between us, fingers itching to map his hard body.
“Zeke . . .” I murmured his name like a sacred invocation as I cupped his face in my palms. His skin was soft velvet beneath my touch.
Our lips met in a slow, scorching kiss that rapidly deepened into something more heated and ravenous. I angled his head to deepen the contact, delving my tongue into the slick cavern of his mouth to duel with his. An inarticulate whimper spilled from Zeke as his fingers clutched at my shirt.
Breaking the lip-lock, I rested my brow against his, our mingled breaths coming in harsh pants. He was so exquisite like this—flushed, aroused, utterly unraveled by my mere proximity. It flooded me with a profound sense of power and possession I’d never experienced before.
“In the shower,” I rasped against the silken skin of his throat. “Get wet but don’t touch yourself in any way. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said in a whisper so soft and needy, it was barely audible.
I released him, and he met my gaze one last time before disappearing behind the fogged glass. Through the steam, I watched him do exactly as I said, but no more. He didn’t even move the hair off his face.
My cock throbbed inside my pants in anticipation.
Zeke had been the undisputed leader of the mission, controlling the situation, and bringing it to a successful conclusion.
Now, he craved someone dictating every aspect of our intimate moments.
Only someone totally secure with themselves could understand his needs and not care if he didn’t look strong.
That was the mistake Lael made. He saw what he wanted as a sign of weakness. There was no strong or weak in intimacy. Only taking care of each other. If I was giving Zeke what he wanted, he gave me exactly what I desired.
I pulled my shirt over my head. I was overthinking the situation. Zeke waited for me, so we could take the first step in what I believed to be a very long journey together. Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I left them in a pile where they fell.
Steam greeted me when I opened the door. Zeke was in the same place as when I last saw him, but his eyes burned for me. I pulled him flush against me, our naked bodies slotting together like long-missing puzzle pieces finally reunited. The steam and water surrounded us in perfect warmth.
Our mouths crashed together in a needful kiss. Zeke’s fingers clutched at my shoulders as I pulled his head back to deepen the kiss. Sweeping my tongue against his, I drew a low, guttural moan that went straight to my cock.
With reluctance, I broke the kiss, resting my forehead against Zeke’s as we both gulped in air. His eyes had gone hazy, pupils blown wide with arousal that no doubt matched my own.
“Turn around,” I said, giving the instruction in a low rumble against the hollow beneath his ear.
Zeke’s full-body shudder wasn’t lost on me. He obeyed without hesitation, presenting me with his toned back and perfect ass. Grabbing the soap, I lathered up my hands and set about worshipping every inch of him with firm, purposeful strokes.
Starting at his shoulders, I kneaded the tense knots and cords until they went lax and pliant beneath my ministrations. Down his back I went, reveling in the flex and shift of his perfect musculature. When I reached his taut backside, I allowed my soapy hands to linger, squeezing gently.
A soft whimper escaped Zeke’s parted lips. “Oh god, Ori—”
“Shhh,” I purred against his nape, dotting kisses along the damp skin. “I’ve got you, babe.”
I put my finger at the cleft of his butt and slowly drew it down until I reached his entrance.
Gradually, I pushed my soapy digit into him.
I loved how he clenched at my finger involuntarily, only to release it and push back.
Waiting for him to relax enough, I inserted a second finger in with the same result. Zeke relaxed quicker this time.
“Do you want me to take you here or wait for the bed?”
“Whatever you want will make me happy.”
“Babe, I asked you where you want to get fucked.”
He shivered and clutched at the fingers in his ass. “Here. Please?”
I’d need to teach him that control extended to his pleasure as well as mine. For me to be happy, I’d need to know I’d satisfied him like no one else.
Slowly I twisted my fingers, loosening him for the assault I was going to make on his amazing ass. When I withdrew, I turned him around. The disappointment was expected, but I wanted something before I made him too weak to stand.
“Wash me first.” I handed him the soap and closed my eyes. His hands glided over my skin in a sensual, intimate, and profoundly erotic act. My flesh tingled wherever his hands passed. When he moved lower, I opened my eyes.
“Clean my cock first.”
His delighted expression was reward enough, but his touch was so gentle and loving. I stepped back and rinsed the soap off, then moved closer. “Finish washing me with my cock in your mouth.”
Zeke pounced like he’d been deprived for his entire life. The heat of his mouth nearly dulled my senses to the way he carefully washed every inch of my lower body.
I pulled out with a pop and pulled him to his feet. I didn’t give him a moment to pause before I spun him around to face the wall. Gently, but firmly, I spread his legs apart and pressed two soapy fingers back in his needy hole.
He probably hadn’t noticed, but I’d put a small bottle of lube behind the shampoo.
With his back to me, he couldn’t see me grab the bottle and silently pop the cap.
I angled his body so water sluiced down his back and between his cheeks.
Once I’d removed the soap, I moved him back against the wall and poured a small amount of the slick liquid onto my fingers.
When I pressed my finger back inside him, he immediately moaned. I smiled that he’d noticed the difference. Rotating my fingers until my palm was facing the ceiling, I drizzled more lube onto my fingers and worked it into Zeke.
Satisfied he was ready, I poured a generous amount onto my hand and slicked up my straining cock. Zeke moved back as I withdrew my fingers. I covered his back with my body and pressed him flush against the tile.
“Don’t do that,” I whispered into his ear. I nibbled his lobe and then ran my tongue along the sensitive cartilage. “Be good or you’ll go to bed hungry.”
I pulled away, and he stayed where I put him. “Good. Now, move that hot ass of yours back.”
Guiding him back, I ran the head of my cock over his hole. Each time I got close, he’d inch back as if I didn’t notice. We played this game for a few more seconds until the moment when he pushed back I shoved forward.
Zeke hissed but didn’t pull away. I eased forward and he tensed. “Go at your pace, babe.”
Taking deep breaths, Zeke gradually backed onto my cock. After a few torturously long seconds, he pushed back in a steady motion until my entire length was buried inside him. I hugged him to me and pushed up, pressing in the last bit. He groaned but wiggled back as if he wanted more.
“Gods, Ori. You feel amazing.”
I loved knowing I made him feel this good. “You ready for more?”
“Yes,” he hissed. “Give it to me, please.”
Easing out, I slammed into him hard enough to force the air from his lungs. I didn’t ask if he was okay. We were so connected, I could feel his aura. Every time I moved, it sent a wave of pleasure through him.
Moving out again, I thrust back, lifting him up onto his toes. Keeping myself as far into him as I could, I reached around and grabbed the lube. “Give me your hand.”
When he did as I asked, I poured some on his palm. “You can stroke, but you can’t come.”
“Ori . . .” It didn’t stop him from coating his cock. “That’s torture.”
“Don’t come until I say it’s okay.” I didn’t need to explain what would happen if he did.
I slowly worked into a rhythm, making sure I dragged hard and slow over his prostate when he was jerking his cock. I’d gotten him close, but he couldn’t resist touching himself while I fucked him.
Picking up my pace, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him to me. I fucked him with short, hard strokes, and as I got close, I nudged his ear. “Come for me, Zeke. I want to feel you come undone with my cock inside you.”
Zeke gulped air in quick bursts, panting in time with his fist. I changed to longer, less disruptive movements, and I felt him tip over the edge.
His first spurt caused him to clamp down on me like a vise. It made him so tight, I could barely move. He continued to jerk himself as he spewed cum against the wall. Zeke bucked and convulsed, and the added friction sent me barreling toward an epic release.
The beginning of my orgasm took me by surprise. Zeke grunted when I slammed into him, but he continued to stroke himself as I shot inside him. He’d finished, and I could tell he was sensitive, but he didn’t stop moving until I was finished.
Our chests heaved in unison, and I was afraid to let go. Zeke pressed his hands on the tile and gasped for air. I held onto him, but my knees felt too weak to move.
Finally, I drew a deep, shuddering breath and strength returned to my limbs. “Gods, you’re so amazing,” I whispered.
He muttered something that sounded like “You are too,” but the blood pounding in my ears made it hard to hear.
I cupped his face and turned his head enough so I could kiss him. Soft, but full of passion. In less than a week, I’d realized my greatest fear: Someone held my heart in their hands. Far from being scared, it revitalized my soul. Zeke did that. And I loved him for what he’d done to me.