36. Aryn #2
By the time I finally reach his cock, he’s painfully hard with a fat well of pre-cum beginning to drip down his length.
I look up at him through the steam, holding his gaze as I lean in and press a gentle kiss to the tip.
Cato lets out a broken sound, his hands fisting at his sides as he fights to keep them there.
I take him into my mouth slowly, letting the heat of my tongue surround him.
There’s no rush. I suckle gently, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him deeper in long, unhurried strokes.
Every soft moan and shudder he gives me feels like a gift.
I worship him with my mouth—slow, deep pulls and tender licks—pouring all the gratitude and want I feel into every movement.
Cato is helpless above me, chest heaving and head tipped back against the stone. His hands twitch like he desperately wants to touch me, but he keeps them clenched at his sides, obeying even as his thighs shake.
I hum around him, the vibration pulling another wrecked sound from his throat, and continue my slow, devoted worship under the moonlight. Only when he’s shaking and shifting his hips, desperate to give me more, do I pull away.
I move into his lap to straddle him, and shiver at the slide of bare skin on skin. My body rises out of the water, and the cold night air tightens my nipples into hard peaks. Cato’s gaze drops to them, raw hunger written across his face.
“You like those, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” he breathes.
I take his hand and guide it to my cock. “You can touch me now.”
He wraps his fingers around me, stroking slowly while he explores my body.
His breath catches when he feels the differences between us.
My cock isn’t as thick as his, and smooth tendrils circle the head.
They’re soft for now, but already twitching with interest. He toys with them, dragging his thumb along the sensitive spot where they connect.
“What are those?”
I rock my hips forward, eyes fluttering at the glide of his hand. “They join us.”
“Join?” he repeats, voice rough.
“They’re made for breeding, kitten. When I’m inside you, my body won’t want to leave.” I roll my hips forward again, thrusting through the cage of his fingers. “They’re soft now, but when I come, they’ll stiffen and lock us together.”
He moans softly, his hard cock sliding between the cleft of my ass as I grind against him. “Will I… will it…”
“I would never hurt you,” I assure him softly. “You’ll feel it, though. Feel my claim on you.”
“How long will we be like that?” he breathes.
“Until I’m ready to let you go.”
Cato groans and thrusts his hips against me, his cock pressing against my hole. I wonder if the sloshing water hides how wet I am, or if he can feel how much I want him.
“You’re picturing it now, aren’t you?” I ask. “How full of me you’ll be. How you’ll fight to keep me inside because you love being marked.”
“Yeah,” he admits on a groan. “Fuck.”
“Do you want that, kitten?”
He nods, eyes so open and trusting on mine. “Yeah. I want it. Want you… want all of it.”
“Good boy. Do you remember what I told you a few days ago?”
“Which part?”
A soft chuckle leaves me. “That I wouldn’t mind you being rough with me.”
“Fuck, how could I forget?”
I lean forward and press one pierced nipple against his lips. “Don’t be afraid to hurt me. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
He draws the sensitive bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the metal. It’s gentle, but it sends sparks of pleasure racing down my spine. I moan softly, rocking my hips so my cock glides against his stomach.
“More,” I beg.
He sucks harder, then scrapes me with his teeth. I fall into the sensation, cradling his head and holding him there as my tail slips beneath the water. Cato jolts when the tip teases his thighs, wide eyes lifting to mine.
“Spread for me, love. Let me in.”
His face melts into something helplessly obedient as he shifts and spreads his knees.
My tail moves higher, sliding between his thighs until it circles his rim.
His lips fall open on a soft gasp, his body clenching at the touch.
I wait until his eyes meet mine again, then lean in until we’re face to face.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I murmur with a soft kiss. “Is that what you want?” He nods frantically, but I stay still. “Words, Cato.”
“Yes,” he whispers, voice trembling. “Please. Fuck me. I need you.”
I press another kiss to his lips, holding his eyes as I reach between us and press his cock against my hole. “You’re beautiful when you beg.”
I sink down onto him, my mouth falling open with the stretch.
It pulls a low, shuddering moan from my throat as I take him inch by inch, savoring the fullness after so long without intimacy.
When he’s buried inside me, I pause, breathing through the overwhelming sensation of being connected to him like this.
Cato releases a deep, guttural moan. His hands grip my waist, but this time, he isn’t holding anything back.
He squeezes my middle, pinning me against him like he’s trying to get even deeper.
I let him keep me there, riding him with rolling rocks of my hips.
The warm water laps around us as he grips me tighter, and I cherish the sting of his fingertips sinking into my flesh.
Cato looks utterly wrecked beneath me, and I catalogue every detail of his face. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, and eyes half-lidded with pleasure. His powerful body trembles, freckled skin glowing and slick with water.
I roll my hips, taking him as deeply as I can. “Are you ready for more?”
“More?” he asks, the word slurred like he’s drunk on sensation.
“Yes, kitten,” I murmur, kissing his lips and jaw before nipping him gently with my fangs. My tail presses against his hole and he gasps, hips jerking up into me. “Answer me. Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
His hips tilt, his cock hitting me at a new angle as he opens himself for me. Coherent words dissolve into a moan as my tail slips inside him. He clutches at my waist and thrusts up into me before remembering himself. “Fuck—Aryn—”
“Patience,” I remind him, voice low.
He whines softly, but loosens his grip on me and returns his hands to the rock.
The show of trust splits something wide open inside me, and I ride him with deep, deliberate rolls of my hips as I try to show him how desperately I’ve wanted this, too.
My control is as slippery as his, wanting to rush as I focus on the sensation of his cock moving inside me.
He protests when I pull all the way off, but I sink back down immediately, enjoying the fresh ache of the stretch.
I want to feel him in every way. Want to hurt.
Want to burn.