Chapter 20 #2
I don’t know what he wants, but I know I’ll do it. I know I’ll give him it. I know the fight has gone because there’s no reason left to resist. Whatever’s passed between us has settled, not as a truce, but as something inevitable. Something neither of us can deny any longer.
Lorien’s fingers trace the edge of my jaw, slow and deliberate, his thumb dragging against my lower lip. His touch is light, almost gentle, but there’s nothing soft about the way he looks at me. He’s decided something, like I already belong to him, and he’s simply waiting for me to realize it.
Heat coils low in my stomach as his arms wrap around me, and he lifts me off the table, as if I weigh nothing. His lips curl slightly, the barest ghost of amusement. But it fades just as quickly and he ignores my discomfort as he carries me across the room, placing me down on his bed.
“Properly,” I echo, my voice rougher than I’d like.
He nods his head. “Have you done this before?”
I blink, confused, as he lies down, pulling me on top of him.
His kiss is unexpectedly slow and searching, as if he’s memorizing the shape and taste of my mouth.
I don’t know quite what to do, and in just one kiss, everything changes.
Lorien takes, commands, he owns. But this is different, this is softer, almost submissive, or at least as close to it as he can get.
His hands settle on my waist, firm but not forcing. I could pull away if I wanted. I could end this.
I don’t.
I should lie. I should tell him I have, that I know exactly what I’m doing, that nothing about this moment is unfamiliar.
But I don’t want to lie to him.
Not here. Not like this.
“No,” I admit, the word barely more than a whisper.
“I’ll do most of the work,” he says, pulling me closer.
His hand wraps around my cock and strokes it as I kneel between his thighs.
I close my eyes, letting the warmth spread through me, and the agony abates as Lorien plays with me, waiting until I’m rock hard before he lowers my body and adjusts my position.
My cock’s nudging against him and I’m nervous, unsure if he’s ready. Unsure if I’m ready.
“Won’t it hurt?” I ask.
Lorien smiles as I open my eyes, his hand wrapping around my ass as he presses me forward. “No, baby. I’m different from you. I’m built for fucking. I’m always ready, always wet. You’re not going to need lube, and this is going to feel good. For both of us.”
I fist the base of my cock and stare down, watching as my dick presses into him.
Lorien’s tight, tighter than any cunt I’ve ever been in, and the pinch almost hurts, except the pain isn’t unpleasant.
His ass is strangling me and I like it, taking more pleasure from the pain as both send me into a heady spiral.
I’m slow, unsure. Enjoying every second, every inch as I sink into him.
This is a first and it happens once, and I don’t want to forget this.
I want this seared into my memory; I want to experience this for all it is.
I want its vulnerability, its closeness, its intimacy.
Its excitement and its thrill, its agony and ecstasy.
And then our hips meet, and we’re whole.
We’re complete, and I glance up, our eyes meeting as something close to equal.
Not even close. Entirely uneven and completely in balance.
Lorien’s as vulnerable as I am, his body as exposed as my soul.
We’re completely different and yet we match, and we are here and although nothing we feel is the same, it is.
“Jude,” he rasps.
I lean forward and kiss him. “Lorien.”
My hips move and I’m unsure, fucking him gently, agonizingly slowly.
It’s heaven and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations sweeping over me as the pleasure in my core swells again.
Lorien’s moving with me, helping me find a rhythm, and my confidence, and I follow his lead, quickening my pace as we move together.
“Good boy,” he rasps. “Now, fuck me properly, Jude.”
I snap my eyes open and he’s sure.
And there are few things I’ve wanted more.
I move faster, harder, and my cock slides in and out his ass.
He’s tight and wet, and it feels too damn good to last long, and I stare down, losing myself in the sight of him beneath me.
He’s fisting his cock, playing with himself as every goddamn line and curve accentuates his body, and the man is impossibly beautiful like this.
I groan and try to hold back the orgasm that’s already threatening to consume me. I want this to last as long as possible, because I’ll never have this first twice. And Lorien knows, as he always knows, letting me slow the pace as I control my pleasure.
Lorien’s cock is swelling, and I don’t know how much more of this he can take.
His knuckles have turned pale, his breathing is ragged, and his muscles are tense as he waits, holding back his climax as he waits for me.
He wants this, but he wants me to enjoy it too, and that’s enough to bring me dangerously close to the edge.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Now.”
He pulls me into him and the deep thrust timed with his order is more than I can endure.
I crash over the edge, falling into ecstasy, coming with a broken cry as my body arches above him and waves of pleasure crash over me.
My vision whites out, every muscle tensing as my come spills into him and he contracts around me, roaring as he comes and coats my chest with his climax.
I rock my hips, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling and only when I’m spent does Lorien release me, letting me slip out of him. I collapse onto him, and he wraps his arms around me, peppering me with ticklish kisses as I giggle and let myself drift off to sleep.
I’m safe and I’m not going anywhere.
There’s no chance Lorien will let me go, and if I’m honest, not much chance I’ll ever want him to. Not when we have this. Not when we fit like this, sharp edges aligned, heat and hunger tangled into something neither of us can name.
His fingers thread through my hair, a slow, absent-minded touch, and the darkness pulls me under. And just before I slip away, I hear him murmur something against my skin. It’s low, reverent. A promise, maybe. A vow.
That no matter what it takes, no matter what it costs him, he’ll keep me safe.