Twenty-Nine Pye
TWENTY-NINE
Pye
Stars burst behind Pye’s eyes. Avirin paid attention to their lessons. She drags the flat of her tongue down Pye’s length, pausing at the base to suck one of his balls into her mouth. With the tip of her tongue, she trails the ridges of their cock before she strokes them with her hand.
Pye’s chest heaves. All they can do is watch her mouth smear up and down their length, brushing their head and lapping at their slit. Their cock leaks into her mouth, and once she gets a taste, she squeezes tighter in search of more.
Pye’s head falls back, but that only encourages her. She parts her lips over his head and swirls her tongue, resting her chin in one hand while she works him with the other.
Pye whines a sound they have never made before. She’s so willing, so eager, so beautiful when she gives herself over to her desires. Pye wants to preserve that. Protect it. Honor it.
“I would like to hear your answer, my lord.” Avirin’s voice rumbles against him. “Detailed. Specific.”
There is no chance Pye has ever been this cruel to her, but gods, they could be.
They will be, after they withstand this delicious torment and get their hands on her.
For now, Pye has to wet his lips twice before his voice comes out without a crack in it.
“I — think about you in all ways. But something tells me that is not the answer you’re after. ”
Her hum vibrates down his cock. She takes their head into her mouth and bobs over it again and again. His fingers flex to reach into her hair, to curl the strands around his fist, to pull her off of him until she pleads to have him in her mouth again, but Pye is held in place.
“I think about you in the mud,” they grit.
“Ruining both our clothes and watching gooseflesh spread over your skin. In the library, failing to read while my fingers find a place under your skirts.” He tries to control his words, but he has held them back for weeks, and the motion of her mouth is working all of them free.
“Naked in my bed, tugging on the linens, leaving your scent on everything I own.”
Pye has fucked their fist to thoughts of Avirin for far longer than they should have. They have imagined her in every location, every state of undress, every position.
“I think about how long it will take,” they gasp. “How long you’ll hold out before you moan my name. Before you forget all your brilliant thoughts. Before turn you into a desperate, mindless mess for me.”
With every word, Avirin’s motions slow. “You believe you could do that to me?” Her voice is incredulous. Needy. Hopeful.
Pye holds her gaze. “I know I can.”
Her fingers tighten. It’s a promise and a threat, and she looks positively starved before she opens her mouth and swallows him halfway.
Pye jerks in the restraints. “Avi…”
Her gaze catches like wildfire. She sinks lower, gagging when she takes him all. It doesn’t stop her. She keeps going, and Pye burns so white hot that he swears he might blackout.
“Relax your throat,” they gasp.
She does, and Pye shudders when their cock slips in deeper. She moves slowly now, forcing them to savor every inch. His head nudges the back of her throat, and Pye’s eyes roll back. She keeps going, parting her lips and working her way down until she can nuzzle her nose at the base of their cock.
“Good — gods — fuck,” Pye groans.
She pulls herself off and moves up his body, hiking her chemise so he can see everything beneath it.
She is wet and ready, her hands reaching for his cock to guide it between her legs.
Pye could slip free of these bonds, he knows, but he wants to obey her, to give her exactly what she wants — yet he is so desperate to feel her, to know her, that when she drags his head against her center, he nearly forgets everything else.
Avirin sucks in a breath when she teases him against her entrance. Pye summons all his strength to keep still; Avirin knows it, too. She watches the flex of his jaw and drags him against her wet heat, drawing out her breathy little sounds.
“Don’t torment me,” Pye whispers.
“Why not?” Avirin tilts her head, but it’s clear her control is slipping. Her thighs shake, fingers tightening, working his head inside her over and over. She gasps every time they stretch her. “You deserve it. You have made me wait — so long.”
“And what about what you deserve?”
She bites back a moan, shutting her eyes like she might block him out, but they both know what she wants. What she needs. They are both ravenous for it. They have been at this precipice for weeks, and when she looks at him again, her lip trembles.
“It’s yours,” he rasps.
Both of them moan when she sinks over him fully. Pye wants her noises buried in his neck, gasped against his ear, spilled into his mouth. “Let me touch you,” Pye breathes. It shocks them how needy they sound, a new edge to their voice that wasn’t there before.
Avirin does not free them. Pye might have convinced her to give them both what they want, but she hasn’t forgotten her purpose. When she starts to move, her walls clench around him. “Is this the way, Sir?”
She rocks on top of them. With every stroke, her motions become more certain, and she swivels her hips to take him deeper. Both of them gasp.
Avirin’s hair slips off her shoulders. “You never gave me my final lesson. I can’t be sure this is the way to please my husband.” Her teeth drag into her lip. “Should I take you faster? Should I moan louder?”
“Please,” Pye groans.
Avirin spares them no mercy. She leans down closer, running her mouth along their ear when her fingernails rake their chest. “Should I ride you harder?”
Pye curses into her shoulder. The same woman who couldn’t speak the word “sex” now fucks him like she was never ashamed of it.
She is impossible, and beautiful, and perfect.
Her fingers curl in his hair, and she pulls back with something wild in her eyes, a barely-controlled craving that ignites when her chest heaves.
“I have spent months aching for you.” She lifts herself, dragging slowly off of them until only their cockhead remains inside. “No matter what you showed me, I convinced myself that I should hide away. Make myself miserable. Do all the things I never wanted.”
When she sinks fully over him, Pye can think of nothing but her name.
“I do not want that life.” She sounds nearly frantic as her pace increases. “I don’t want to spend every day grieving. I don’t want to force, and withhold, and deny myself. I want —” She whines when her clit grinds against him.
“Take it,” Pye encourages with a shift of their hips. “Everything you want, take it, it’s yours.”
He meets her motions now, fucking up into her with every roll of her hips. With a shudder, she falls forward and catches herself on his chest. The new angle makes her moan and rock back against him.
“I want,” she gasps, “to feel things I shouldn’t. I want to know the people I have never been allowed. I want you to show me…everything.”
Pye drags his tongue over her pulse to taste her sweat, and she keens when he traces inside her ear.
Even with Pye bound beneath her, something is shifting, the strength fading from her limbs and spilling into him.
Look how beautiful she is when control is not taken from her.
When she willingly hands over the reins. When she entrusts it to him.
Pye doesn’t stop their hips snapping into her. “Is that all you ask of me?”
“No,” she gasps, like she surprises herself with her demands.
Her head lolls with each thrust, but she tries to cling to coherency.
“I do not want — just a husband. I want more.” She whimpers and clutches at Pye’s shoulders as they drive into her.
“A wife. A spouse. A partner, all rolled into one. Can you give me that, Lady Riften?”
Pye groans at the name. No one has ever called him that. Not to their face. Not earnestly. Not with adoration in every syllable. Their answer is a growl buried in her hair. “Yes. Gods, yes, let me —”
“Then give me my final lesson.”
It sounds more like a plea than anything from Pye’s mouth. He doesn’t hesitate once she frees him from the restraints, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing up from the bed. She kisses him deeply, scraping her teeth into his lips and licking at the blood like it’s a sworn oath to her.
“Show me how you bed your wife,” she breathes. “Show me what you’ve been keeping from me.”