44. Zyran
ZYRAN
Esperr’s still shaking when I pick her up.
It’s not the violent kind like it was seconds ago—that’s passed for the most part.
But the fine tremor that runs through her when she’s been holding something too tight and her body is finally letting go of it.
I feel it through my hands when I pull her in and as I hold her tighter against my chest. And she lets me.
My mind is still reeling from the fact that she told me everything.
The basement where Michael, a hitman, someone that just got moved to the top of my list, tortured her father and made her watch.
Then she had the sheer will to find a way to escape and now has been on the run for three years.
All that time looking over her shoulder was because she was running from someone, and while I had my suspicions, it still don’t beat the fact of knowing the truth.
She just needed time to figure that out for herself, and I’m not going to make her feel bad about that.
I press my mouth to the top of her head and feel her body relax against mine fully, a low exhale seeping through.
The idea of Michael comes back to me and the fact that he’s still out here and in my town now.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper into her hair, mainly for myself and not her. Because it’s taking everything inside me not to march into Rhys’ room and demand to know everything about this Michael guy and go end him tonight.
Esperr pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes red and face a mess, but in a way she’s clearer than she’s been before.
“Don’t forget what I do for a living,” I tell her.
Something moves across her face, but slowly she smiles, and then she's lunging forward, crushing her mouth against mine. Esperr wastes no time opening her mouth, her tongue demanding access, and I give in, too weak to stop her even if I wanted to.
My cock that was already half hard is now solid, pressing against the front of my joggers. I move one arm down to her ass, holding her up, while the other goes around her back, hugging her against me.
Esperr’s finger pulls at my hair, nails digging into my skull, and I welcome the pain.
Groaning into her mouth, I bite down on her bottom lip, fingers digging into her ass.
She moans into me, tilting her head back just a bit so that she stretches her lip out—my eyes snap open, seeing her already staring at me as she tries to smile.
Letting her go, her eyes darken.
I look at her for a second, and then in the next breath, I’m saying, “I love you.”
Her eyes widen, and I watch the surprise moving through her face, the genuine and unguarded emotions, like she’s heard the words, but she needs a second to realize what she heard.
Holding her gaze, I move across the gym towards the bench. I move one leg over the seat, sitting down and keeping her in my lap. A smirk forms on my lips as I yank her forward, and she gasps as my cock rubs against her pussy.
“I’ve loved you for a long time,” I tell her. “And I know how that sounds; I know what two weeks looks like from the outside?—”
“—Zyran—”
“Let me finish,” I growl.
She clamps her mouth shut.
“You’re going to tell me it’s too fast, that I don’t really know you.
That two weeks aren’t enough to know someone.
” I hold her gaze. “And you’d be right that it’s not that long.
But I’ve been watching you for a year before any of that.
I know the way you move when you’re tired versus when you’re having a good day.
I know that you run when something is sitting heavy in your chest and you draw things on cups just because it makes you smile.
I know you cleaned up blood and cry at animal commercials, and I will donate all my money to any of them.
I will adopt as many pets as you want. I know you’re suffering from mental illness, and I will get you all the help you need, because I love you and I refuse to live in a world where you, Esperr Davis, aren’t in it.
” I move my hands up, cupping her face. “So yes, I love you, and yes, I’m going to find that Michael guy and give him one hell of a death.
I’m not going to let a man live in a world that hurts the woman I’m going to marry. ”
Esperr blinks at me, head tilting back as she frowns, biting her lip. “You’re going to marry me,” she whispers. But the way she says it, it’s like she’s speaking more to herself than to me.
“Yes, one day when you’re ready and truly let me in to love you, I’m going to marry you.”
She sighs, tears springing to her eyes. “Zyran… you can’t just say that.”
“Well, I just did.”
She opens her mouth and closes it again, and I watch her searching her brain for that excuse for that argument she’s trying to muster up. It’s one of my favorite things about her.
“It’s only you that I see, and it’s only around you that I can finally breathe.
Even before the accident, I always had this hole inside me, and I filled it with noise, but since I found you, since you came into my life, it’s you, Esperr.
And I will spend the rest of my days reminding you, showing you that I do in fact love you and always will.
Even if you grow to hate me, I will love you and protect you. ”
She looks at me for a long time, sitting there in my lap, as the slight hum of the heater kicks on. And I see the moment she accepts my words, because she blows out a breath and swallows.
“You’re insane," she mumbles.
“Probably.”
“Completely out of your mind.”
Esperr searches my face one more time and then she smiles, giving me a predatory look, one that in a completely manly way, makes my cock jump and ready to be her little boy if that's what she wanted.
“You know, you told me I wasn’t allowed to mention guys from my past before we fuck… and well, you just did. Does that mean that I can fuck you until you pass out?”
I blink at her; it’s like hearing my dream come true.
“You wanna use my cock to make yourself come, mio cuore?”
She gives out the smallest moan and then bites her lip like it’s the only thing keeping her from melting into my lap.
“Oh, baby, if you want to use me, you’re gonna have to tell me what you want,” I growl. Moving my hand around her front, I dip my fingers between her pants and panties until my middle finger swipes over her clit. “Do you want my hands here?”
Esperr moans while bucking her hips and nodding.
I shake my head, moving my hand out of her pants before bringing my finger to her mouth.
She immediately opens and sucks my digit in, her tongue swirling around me.
Before she can get too far into it, I move fingers out of her mouth and just as fast move to the back of her pants, shoving my hand between the fabric again and brushing that wet finger over her ass.
“Or do you want me here? Do you want me to—” my finger presses forward, tapping against her hole until I push enough and it slips to the first knuckle, “finger your ass while I eat you out?” I ask, moving my finger further into her, as my mouth latches onto her neck.
She gasps, rolling her hips, as if she’s hyperaware of my finger moving inside her asshole.
And because I’m a bastard, I remove my finger and move her off my lap. “Pants off.”
Esperr doesn’t have to be told twice; she hops over the bench and rips her pants and panties down, kicking them off to the side before grabbing the hem of her long sleeve and yanking it over her head.
She stands in front of me, completely naked, and I salivate at the mouth, cock straining against the front of my pants, but I don’t even care about me.
I just want her pussy on my mouth. I want her taste coating my tongue.
I want her to suffocate me.
And so I lean back against the bench, peering over at her and smiling. “Sit on my face.”
Esperr smiles, her cheek flushed as she moves over to my head and then carefully swings a leg over my face. Her pussy comes into view, and holy fuck, I’m going to come just from looking at her.
Grabbing her hips, I yank her down at the same time I flatten my tongue, claiming her pussy with my mouth.
Esperr groans, her hands reaching forward and grabbing the bench right above my head.
My tongue runs over her hole, latching onto her clit, and she moans sharply. I smile into her, sucking her sensitive clit; I go between biting and licking her.
She tries to close her legs, and I smack her ass, causing her to gasp.
“Oh no, baby, this fucking cunt belongs on my face. Don’t you dare close your legs or try to take my favorite taste away from me.”
“Zyran…” she moans, moving her hips back and forth.
“Don’t be shy,” I mutter against her. “Tell me what you want.”
I’m already staring up at her, watching her drag her bottom lip between her teeth, hips dragging over my face.
“And you’re going to look at me as you say it,” I tell her.
Her eyes snap down, and it takes her two seconds before she whispers, “give me your fingers.”
“Are you asking or demanding?”
Esperr’s eyes darken, hand sliding back and into my hair. “Put your fingers inside me, make me come.”
I smile and dip my tongue into her before I snake a hand between us, and then I slip a finger into her pussy.
“Three Zyran,” she orders.
Her wish is my command—I run my thumb over her clit before I straighten three of my fingers and slowly push them inside her cunt. Her walls immediately tighten, and I don’t waste time before I pump my fingers in and out, not even as her body starts to spasm.
A growl builds in my chest as I double down, one hand pumping inside her while I reach up with my other and shove two fingers into her mouth. I anchor her onto my face, groaning as her legs begin to tremble violently.
“Fuck, baby, your—” I can’t get enough of her. If I could shove my entire head into her pussy just so I could drink her, I would. “Fucking taste. I can’t get enough.”
“Zyran,” she moans as I flick my tongue over her clit.
“That’s right, fuck my face; use my tongue like your own personal toy.”
Esperr moans, sucking on my fingers as she rocks her hips harder and faster over my face, taking her pleasure.
She struggles to breathe as I move both sets of fingers, the ones pumping into her cunt and the others moving further into her mouth.
My cock leaks into my pants; I’m sure you can see a wet spot, but I don’t care.
I want to devour her, and the moment her eyes begin to drift close, I know that she’s moments from coming.
“Look at me while I taste how fucking wet you are for me,” I growl.
Her back bows, and I flick my tongue once more over her clit, and that’s what sets her off.
Esperr’s mouth drops open, eyes rolling to the back of her head, as her taste enhances and she comes. Her release drips into my mouth and down my throat.
I expect her to need a moment to catch her breath, but she surprises me as she scoots herself down my body, ripping my fingers and mouth from her cunt and mouth.
“Esperr—” I start, only to stop as she grabs the hem of my pants and yanks them down my legs.
“Hands and knees,” she orders, sitting back on the bench.
I sit up, raising a brow.
“Don’t make me ask twice.”
My lips tip up into a smirk, and my stomach tightens as I give myself a little pep talk and turn around, resting one knee and my hands on the bench.
“Hmmm,” she hums as I suddenly feel her hands rub over my ass.
My cock jumps at her touch, and she must see it because she chuckles under her breath.
“Have I ever told you that you have a glorious ass?” she mutters.
I glance over my shoulder, barely catching her as she leans forward and bites my left asscheek.
“Oh fuck,” I groan. Suddenly feeling something wash over me that I don’t quite understand. It’s like a week ago when she touched my asshole. I didn’t think I’d like it, but I did, and this is no different.
“Chest down,” Esperr orders.
And because I’d do anything she tells me to, I lean down, stretching my arms forward until the side of my face presses against the bench.
Esperr grabs both of my cheeks, and my breath hitches the moment she spreads them, cold air hitting my asshole. And before I can gather my senses, I vaguely feel the brush of her hair before her tongue runs over my hole.
“Oh fuck.” I barely get the words out before she’s reaching between my legs and her delicate hands wrap around my cock, squeezing.
Esperr’s mouth falls to my balls, sucking one into her mouth before she runs her tongue over my taint and then my ass.
Over and over, she doesn’t stop.
My eyes roll and my mouth drops on a husky breath as a moan from my damn chest pushes it way out. I never thought I’d be the guy that liked his asshole licked, but fuck, Esperr’s mouth on me is like I’m standing at Heaven’s Gate.
Though I’m sure if God saw me bent over having a girl's—my girl’s—tongue deep in my asshole while her hand worked over my straining cock, he’d cast me to hell.
She pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and just when I didn’t think it’d get any better, she presses a single digit to my hole.
My body opens up for her, and she pushes past the first knuckle and then the second, all the way until her finger is buried deep inside me.
“Ohhhh, oh fuck, mio cuore,” I half hiss, half moan as she starts to fuck my hole with her finger.
The pleasure is so intense that my entire body starts rocking back, begging for more. I grunt the moment she adds a second finger; the words that run through my head disappear as she moves her lips over the tip of my cock, sucking me like I’m her own personal lollipop.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” I ramble, my hole clenching around her fingers as she hits that spot inside me that most men refuse to acknowledge.
“Es… Es…” my brain is a mess, her name on the tip of my tongue.
“Es…fuckfuck, I’m going to come.” I say it as a half warning and partly because I don’t want her to stop.
And thankfully she doesn’t; in fact, she works harder—fingers pressing against my g-spot over and over again as she hollows her cheeks and jacks the rest of my cock off like it’s her own personal joystick.
All sensation freezes as my body locks up, and my vision blurs—cum shoots out, coating the back of her throat.
I swear more cum than I ever thought I had drains out of me, and I feel her swallowing every last drop.
I’m paralyzed, bent over the bench as she milks me dry, and only when I think I’m about to pass out she lets go of my cock, and the fucker swings down. She removes her fingers from me slowly, tapping my asshole, and I swear I hear her mutter, ‘good boy.’