20 Ariuk #3
He went right back to work, and the orgasm hit hard enough that I screamed.
Somewhere behind him Nick cursed while Luc made a sound that came suspiciously close to a moan, but Zel didn’t even look away.
My body clenched around his fingers while his tail kept circling my clit, stretching the pleasure until my thighs shook uncontrollably around him.
When the sensitivity finally tipped from good into too fucking much, I tugged sharply at his hair. “Easy. Easy, Zel.”
He slowed immediately, lifting his mouth from me while his fingers softened inside me. “Too much?”
I sucked in a shaky breath and shook my head. “Not stop. Just… fuck. Give me a second. Like a real second.”
His expression softened. “I can do that.” His mouth moved to my thigh while his fingers slowed inside me, giving my body time to come down without abandoning contact completely. “That one was louder,” he said against my skin.
I laughed weakly and let my head fall back. “Are you keeping fucking score?”
“Yes.” His mouth traveled to my hip, and I shook my head because there was apparently no saving him.
“You know, when everyone kept saying Gluttony, I thought there’d be significantly more food involved.”
“There is.”
It took me half a second to understand what he meant before I smacked his shoulder. Nick burst out laughing behind him, and even Luc finally gave up whatever dignity he had left.
Zel grinned against my stomach before kissing his way back up my body. His tail stayed curled loosely around my leg now, almost affectionately, while the darkness in his skin slowly receded. I expected him to reach for his pants once he reached my mouth.
Instead, he kissed me slowly and deeply enough that I tasted myself on his tongue. The sound that escaped me immediately made him deepen the kiss, one hand sliding into my braids while mine moved down his chest toward the enormous bulge still trapped beneath his clothes.
He caught my wrist before I reached it and I frowned against his mouth. “What?”
“No. I’m not done with you.”
“You’ve made me come twice.”
“I know.”
“And you’re painfully hard.”
“I know that too.”
I looked down between us and then back at him, completely baffled. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
“Oh, I want you to.” His mouth returned to mine before moving to my cheek and then my throat because apparently even during a conversation he couldn’t stop tasting whatever skin he could reach. “I want your mouth. Your hands. Your pussy. I want to know what every fucking part of you feels like.”
“That sounds like a pretty strong argument for taking your pants off.”
“It is.” His tail tightened once around my thigh while his teeth grazed carefully beneath my ear. “Later.”
I stared at him because that word should not have been nearly as sexy as it was. “You’re telling me you’re Gluttony and somehow you’re the one exercising restraint?”
Zel smiled and kissed the corner of my mouth. “No, Angel. I’m indulging in exactly what I want.”
“And apparently what you want is to kill me with your mouth.”
“Now you understand.”
Nick groaned loudly from across the room. “This is fucking bullshit.”
Zel turned his head without moving off me. “Stay over there.”
“You’ve been eating her out forever.”
“And?”
“And some of us are suffering.”
“That sounds personal.”
I laughed hard enough that my still-sensitive body protested. Luc was sitting on the edge of the couch now, looking significantly less composed than when this started, while Nick stood beside him with his arms crossed and a very obvious erection straining against his pants.
“This is not the orgy I was promised,” I reminded Luc.
He dragged a hand down his face. “I regret ever using that word.”
Zel looked down at me again, his expression softening beneath the lingering hunger. “Want them?”
I considered the question seriously enough that Nick immediately straightened and Luc went very still. Then Zel’s fingers traced lazily along my thigh while his tail brushed my ankle again, and I smiled.
“Not yet.”
The satisfaction that crossed Zel’s face was immediate.
Nick called both of us assholes, but I barely heard him because Zel kissed me again and gathered me against his chest as he settled back onto the rug.
His body was still hard with need, but he made no move to grind against me or push for anything else.
He kept touching me instead, his mouth occasionally finding my temple, my cheek, my shoulder, anywhere he could reach without restarting what we had just finished.
Zel’s tail stayed curled around my calf while he pressed another lazy kiss to my shoulder, then another one a few inches higher.
“You know you can stop kissing me now.”
“I know.”
His mouth moved to my neck anyway, and I laughed as I settled more comfortably against his chest. “That wasn’t stopping.”
“Didn’t say I wanted to.”
“How long is this going to last?”
Zel actually seemed to consider that, his fingers wandering over my stomach while his mouth found my temple. “How long do I get to keep finding new things you like?”
I ignored him as his tail tightened around my leg before he glanced toward Luc and Nick. “You two can come closer now.”
Nick stared at him from the couch. “How fucking generous.”
“Don’t push it,” Zel growled playfully.