Chapter 28 #2
Devouring him with my gaze, I reached over to the ashtray resting on the side table.
The joint I’d rolled in anticipation of his wrath remained untouched, and I brought it to my lips.
Snatching the fire-starter pistol, I brought it to its end, igniting the paper instantaneously.
With a deep inhale, I swallowed a mouthful of Dream Root, holding its burn in my lungs as I watched his hands move.
He unbuttoned his pants, slipping them and his undergarments to his ankles. The sight of him fully nude in front of me elicited a sound I’d never expected, one full of unquenchable desire. With my free hand, I palmed my length once before lifting it and ushering him over.
Approaching, his length settled against his abdomen, precum already glistening against his sun-soaked skin. His hardened member was more than impressive, both in length and decor. Easily eight inches long and girthy as fuck, I fixed my attention on the piercings lining the underside of his cock.
“Gods,” I groaned, resting my head against the back of the couch. “I suppose it’s my turn—”
Before I could blink, a dagger slashed through my shirt.
Its sharpened tip nicked at my flesh, crimson blooming to mark its trail.
Caspian brought the cold steel to rest beneath my chin, forcing my gaze to his as he stepped between my thighs.
Smirking, his touch registered, traversing the planes of my exposed torso before slipping to the side.
Raising his arm, his blood-coated fingers came to fall in my line of sight. Not a single word left him as he brought them to his mouth. Opening wide, his tongue curled around each digit, sucking and lapping off every ounce of my lineage.
I brought the joint back to my lips, inhaling greedily as I watched him clean himself. Only once he was finished did I blow out the smoke, my demand coming with ease.
“Undress me.”
He obliged, cold air greeting my thighs as he yanked my pants down. I leaned forward, slipping my boots off to grant myself full escape. As I kicked the second one aside, I sat upright, slipping my forearm around his waist and bringing him with me.
“Shit, Syoran,” he huffed as our cocks pressed together. “Fuck.”
“Such colorful language.” Pressing my lips to his chest, I danced over his healing wounds and trailed to his collarbone before flattening my tongue against his jaw.
Licking its sharpness, I stopped at his ear, nipping at his lobe.
“I can’t wait to see what other words you release while you ride me.
Just remember, none of the gods will save you while I have my way, so be prepared for the only name of reverence to leave you to belong to me and me alone. Is that understood?”
His reply came as a moan. “Fuck yes.”
“Good.” I lifted a brow, leaning back to ensure I had a full view of his face. “Now, fuck yourself.”
A light blush crawled across his cheeks that one would’ve never expected. Primal lust pulsed through his irises. With a subtle dip of his chin, he planted his feet beneath him. Lining himself up with my cock, I grabbed his wrist.
“What—?”
“Palm.”
He presented it to me, and I gathered a mouthful of saliva. Spitting it into his cupped hand, I nodded, and he resumed. He coated his entrance with my offering first before wrapping his fingers around my hardness and stroking twice.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, my back arching against the couch. “Shit, Cas.”
Stabilizing himself, he pressed his palm against my chest, his reply coming as a huffed laugh. “And here I was thinking you were going to stick to your word and make me utter all sorts of—”
The fingers of my free hand clasped around his hips with bruising force, and with one thrust, I filled him. Forcing him down, his ass rested flush against my thighs, and even then, I rolled my hips forward.
“Ah, shit!” he cried, and I promptly swallowed a breath as I forced our lips together.
As I ran my tongue across his teeth, he parted for me, and I explored his mouth.
Every moaned whine came out muffled, and I cherished their taste, devouring them as if they were the very fuel needed for me to continue living.
Drunk off his sounds, I leveraged my hold, rocking him back and forth on me, which earned a breathless pant as he pulled away to gather oxygen.
“Gods, Syoran. Fuuuck.”
“That’s right. I’m your fucking god,” I groaned, gathering the joint between my lips for yet another drag.
Snatching the back of his neck with the same hand, I forced him toward me. With an intentional roll of my hips, I watched his lids flutter as his eyes rolled, lips parting as he released a lengthened moan.
Which I took advantage of.
With smoke-filled lungs, I kissed him, breathing the substance into his mouth and down his throat.
As if encouraged by the sensation, he raised himself before slipping back down my length, finding his rhythm.
Our touches merged, saliva joining as we consumed one another.
His tongue swept across mine, and I battled with it, fucking his mouth just as I fucked his ass.
Satisfied with the high slithering through my veins, I dropped the joint into the ashtray. Quick to return, I gathered his cock in one hand, the other continuing to keep pressure on his hips.
Brushing my fingertips over his crown, he bucked forward instinctively, and I chuckled. “Sensitive?”
His forehead rested against mine, and he nodded breathlessly. “Yes…”
“Good.” Releasing him, I spat into my palm before returning, stroking him with agonizing slowness. “How’s that?”
“F-Fuck… Syoran.”
Not quite.
Taking advantage of his descent, I ground my hips into him, pressing against the spot I knew very well would make him come undone.
Simultaneously, I tightened my grip on his cock and increased my speed.
Jerking him three times, I pressed against his prostate, and that was all it took for me to get what I wanted.
A whimper.
“G-G-Gods… s-shit!” Caspian cried out, his legs tensing to give away his closeness.
“Are you going to cum for me?” I asked, driving up into him with the same intention once more.
“I-I’m close,” he whimpered, and I smirked.
Leaning forward just enough, I gathered his chain between my teeth. “Then cum, Caspian Vayne.”
Without wasting another breath, I drove my head into the cushions, yanking on his piercings with a harshness I knew he craved.
He growled in reply, which urged me to curl the metal around my tongue once before pulling again.
The second served as the lever I’d looked for, and his entire body stiffened.
His seed coated my abdomen as his chin tipped skyward, a gasped moan escaping him, followed by a handful of breathless whines.
All it took before I reached my peak was hearing his cries of pleasure and driving into him two more times. Riding the wave of euphoria that washed over me, I came undone while buried inside him.
Our heaved pants mixed, harsh breaths providing enough insight to anyone who may have been listening. And gods, part of me hoped someone specific had been, because it granted me the opportunity to show just how much control I held. A level of command I knew Saph would curse me for.
“Shiiit…” Caspian breathed, pulling me from my internalized ego trip.
My chest rose with a laugh as I shook my head, spooling my hand through his hair once more.
Dragging my fingers up my abdomen, I coated them in his cum.
With one shift, my hand moved from his locks to his cheeks, and I squeezed them as I forced him back.
Bringing my cum-coated digits to my mouth, I held eye contact as I cleaned each of them, just as he’d done with my blood.
His bottom lip quivered as he watched, and only once I was finished did I pull him toward me. “Open.”
He raised his brows but did as he was asked, and I rewarded him with a mix of my spit and his seed before our mouths collided once more. Sloppy, heated kisses returned, and I allowed them, letting myself consume his intoxicating essence for as long as he’d allow me.