Chapter 27 #5
Well, then. That was something I could do and, I realized with a sudden rush in my chest, it was something I could like.
Back in the den, I'd always gravitated toward shy clients, and maybe that was because there was something in me that had never had any control in my life, and so relished in the opportunity to exert control sexually.
"Alright," I said, stepping in closer. "Well, no one's going to know anything about how we're fucking besides the two of us.
My teeth can't leave marks like yours can, and I'm not going to gossip.
No one will know if I'm bossing you around in bed, or if I'm making you feel things you didn't even know were possible.
And I – I'd like that, Araxis. I want to fuck you like that.
I wish I could mark you, because the thought of everyone knowing that I'm the one who gets you off, that it's only me who gets to have you, it –" I paused, my skin flushed and tight, my breathing uneven.
"Fuck, I have never felt like this before.
And I want to try every single thing you might like, and I very much would like to use my teeth and I very much want to – I want this.
It would give me great pleasure to care for you in this way. "
His stare jerked up again as he swayed, just slightly, on his feet. "You – want to? This is acceptable?"
"We've agreed that we're only doing things we both like, right?
" I murmured. "I can promise you I won't ever tend to you in the proper abayan way.
I'm selfish: I want to get off while I'm getting you off.
And I know you'll be good for me. I know you'll give me exactly what I want; I know you'll do exactly what I say when I'm taking care of us both, won't you? "
He looked up at me, shivering again as I moved in closer, reaching for the front zip of his jumpsuit and starting to slowly tug it down.
His breath caught again in his throat as I leaned in close, pressing my cheek against his so I could whisper in his good ear.
"Here's what I'm going to do: I'm going to make you come, and then I'm going to see how long I can hold you in that space between your first and second orgasms. I want to see how many times I can bring you close.
If, by the end, I'll be able to make you come without touching you at all. "
The sound that escaped him was delicious: pure want, raw and needy, and it was better than any kind of drug I'd ever heard of.
I wanted to surprise him with his own reactions to me, with how intensely and thoroughly he could feel pleasure.
I wanted him to discover new dimensions to his body under my touch.
I wanted to make sure it was only my voice he heard when he fluttered those lovely eyes shut; I wanted mine to be the chorus that assured him he was capable of wondrous things, that he was beautiful, that he was loved desperately.
I wanted to give him a feast, and I would.
I slid his jumpsuit from his shoulders, freeing his arms one at a time, peeling it all the way down his body before I set to work on his base layers: the thin pants tied at the waist, the fine mesh shirt with its high neck and clasps at the back.
"Turn," I said, and he did so that I could undo the line of buttons that traced along his spine, exposing inch after inch of his smooth white skin.
I ran one thumb over the shape of his vertebrae, and he shivered beneath my touch.
I'd never felt more cherished than when he'd fucked me after we'd made up, there in the artificial sunlight when he treated every part of me as beautiful, every part of me as worth seeing and appreciating by daylight, not hidden away in the murky shadows of a den.
I could do that for him too. I stepped in close again, brushing his crest lovingly to one side, pressing my mouth to the base of his neck as I slipped my hand across his taut abdomen before trailing my fingers down to his slit.
A strained sound slipped from his lips as I rubbed against him, my fingers slick already as I worked him, his body rocking against mine.
"Did you like tending to me like a sinnenthi, after I accepted your apology?" I asked against the nape of his neck, before I dragged my teeth over the sensitive skin there.
Araxis shuddered against me. "Yes," he breathed.
"Why?" My cock was hard, and I knew he could feel that as he ground his hips against me.
One of his arms reached up so that he could tangle his fingers in my hair while I worked my hand against his slit, the other hand skating across his rib cage, each rib delicate and fine, even as I could feel the flex of his muscles, responsive to my touch.
"I – Because –" His breathing hitched, his body writhing against mine as I rubbed my hips against the curve of his ass. His fingers tightened in my hair as he pulled me closer, my skin prickling with heat, my blood like liquid gold. "Seeing your pleasure is – a pleasure in and of itself. Sashen –"
"I know," I said, ragged. "I know. That's how I feel.
You know that's how I feel – and –" I pulled my hand away from his slit.
trailing slick up his abdomen, leaving a glistening line against his skin, "and I also like to take what I want.
" My hands settled on his waist and I nudged him forward to the edge of the bed.
"Kneel there. I'm going to fuck you like this. "
A sharp sound escaped his throat, and I paused. "Is that alright?" I asked, stroking my hands down his flanks.
"You said – nothing athletic." Araxis's head turned, his sharp profile striking in the half-light, and the contrast of how perfectly beautiful he was, a dream come to life, with the reminder that I'd just been stabbed struck me as so impossibly absurd and so entirely us that I burst out laughing, wincing at the sudden pain.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, fingers tightening against his skin. "But trust me –"
"To know your limits, yes." He sounded irritated, which was perfect, a little of the intensity and vulnerability bleeding out and softening to something – more.
More intimate, maybe; familiar; comfortable.
Like home. "I am skeptical of someone who claims to know his limits when he continually throws himself into danger.
" And still he shifted forward to the bed, kneeling on the edge just as I'd asked.
"You're good to me, you know that?" I shrugged out of my jumpsuit, kicking my clothes into a pile on the floor. "And I like it when you scold me a little. I also like it when you do exactly what I ask you to, like you did just now."
His crest rustled as I stepped in behind him.
"And I mean, you're right. I really would like to fuck you like this, but my boyfriend's all worried because I got myself stabbed, so.
Next time I guess." I ran one hand along the long line of his back, the muscle of his ass, slipping my hand between his thighs and ghosting my fingers along his slit as he knelt on the bed before me.
I worked him gently and carefully, nudging his knees a little wider so that I could slip my fingers inside of his slick entrance, hot and ready.
And once he was shaking and dripping, I slid my hand free and murmured against the pale skin of his back, "Lie down on the bed. "
He obeyed, and I followed, and then I set to tending to him in earnest. I slid between his legs and devoured the opening to his body, already sweet and inviting; my tongue traced the edges of his slit before I curled my fingers inside of him, feeling the quivering ridges of his channel.
I drank him down as I traced the length of his hidden cock through the walls of his body, Araxis squirming beneath me, panting.
My own cock slid against the sheets beneath us, the friction pleasant and entirely not enough – but this wasn't about me.
I flicked my tongue against him, thrusting into his hot body faster, and then, with a sharp moan, he came in a gush of clear liquid.
Stars, he was responsive. I let my fingers slide from his channel the moment his cock slid from his body, glistening in the light overhead.
When I looked at Araxis, his crest haloed out around him on the bed, flushed and sated and hungry all at once, he already looked ruined in the very best way. But I wasn't done yet.
I crawled up over him, draping myself across his body so that his cock was trapped beneath my weight, so that he could feel my own against the taut muscles of his abdomen, and I kissed him, devoured his mouth knowing he could taste himself on my lips and on my tongue.
As I slid my tongue against his, I let my hips thrust against him – his breath stuttering in his throat as our cocks brushed.
His hands drifted to my lower back, fingers indenting my skin as he tried to drag me closer, impossible though that was.
Araxis writhed beneath me, his wet cock slippery between us – and fuck me if that wasn't my favourite feeling, how wet and slick that pretty dick was just for me, how desperate he was to have me.
I wanted him to fuck me again. I wanted it so badly that the thought itself made my cock twitch, desire tightening hard in my lower belly, a hot spike of need.
For now, though –
I rolled off of him, out from under his greedy hands, and Araxis sounded devastated.
He was going to sound a lot more devastated before I was through with him.
I moved his body, shifting it toward me, letting my hand wrap around the length of his wet cock so I could work it while my mouth drifted to the white column of his throat.
Around us, his crest bristled, a cascade of sound filling the quiet space of our room.