Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
CYRUS
My head is still groggy as I breathe in the scent of Tally, my face buried in her chest.
A few more minutes to enjoy this sensation, then I need to get on with work.
But whilst my head is still held down with the fog of exhaustion, I’ll stay here.
I’ll enjoy this little moment before I have to get up and walk out these doors and act like it never happened. To keep this all one big secret.
My heart cracks a little at that.
But it doesn’t matter because we’re enjoying this whilst it lasts. I’m enjoying this whilst it lasts.
The sun is warm against my back, yet Tally is warmer against my front. I can’t believe I’m still in the same position as I fell asleep in last night. Usually, I have to shuffle around to get comfortable before falling asleep.
I also can’t believe I asked her to stay. Again.
For two nights in a row, I’ve asked her to stay. Sleep evaded me so much last night. However, with Tally, I fell asleep within seconds. I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well either.
Tally’s hand combs through my hair, brushing out the strands and, fuck, it feels good. Without realising I let out a moan– deep and growly and still covered in the dregs of sleep– straight into her skin so there's no way she didn’t hear it.
“You like your hair being played with, noted.” She whispers, I can hear the smile she's wearing in her voice.
We spend the next few minutes basking in one another, her fingers threading through my hair and me latched onto her like a leech.
Then she speaks again. “Are you ready to get up yet?”
I groan again but lift my head to look at her. Her grin is blinding and I swear she has sparkles in her irises. No one's eyes should sparkle like that.
“I suppose. The ship won’t fix itself and I need to see Amara this morning.” I gulp, choking the unwanted emotions that suddenly fill me. “Even if she’s not awake yet.”
Tally nods. “Would you like me to accompany you to see her?”
My heart thumps and I know I should say no, yet I say, “Please.”
Her grin grows softer and those damned eyes sparkle more. “Okay.”
She continues playing with my hair as we stare at one another, it’s so tender and nice, that I can’t help moaning again. That’s what turns Tally’s soft smile into something wicked. The air shifts to something charged, and suddenly I’m far more awake and ready for whatever she’s about to do to me.
“Good dove. Moaning for me so well.” Then she wraps the strands around her fist and tugs. My eyes roll into the back of my head and another moan pours from my lips, and if I was wearing undergarments they would have been soaked through.
“You really like your hair being played with, huh.”
When I speak it’s barely more than a whisper, “Yes.”
“I bet you're dripping for me already, aren’t you?” She tugs a little more, and my blunt nails dig into the skin of her waist.
My pussy floods, my clit throbs and my hole clamps around nothing. And suddenly, I’m a pile of goo on the floor, waiting for her to tell me what she wants next.
I nod against her hold, only for her to tighten her grip, my scalp tingling. Her brow arches and I know she’s waiting for words. “I’m so wet. Please, Tally, do something.”
Her hold lessens as she goes back to threading her fingers between the strands.
“Are you sure?”
I don’t even need to think about it. “Yes.”
Her grin deepens and her pupils blow wide, almost eclipsing the sparkles. “Then show me how wet you are, dove. Put those fingers between those pretty thighs and show me.”
Fuck. Why is every word out her mouth making my pussy throb more?
Detaching my fingers from her waist, I push them between my thighs.
Immediately I’m met with my wetness and moans tumble from me.
Swiping two fingers between my folds, I gather my slick before bringing them up between us for us both to see.
My fingers glisten with my juices and all I can think about is how much better they’d look if they were covered in her instead.
“Hmm good girl. You are wet. Taste yourself.” I hesitate a second too long for Tally’s liking, so she grabs my wrist and pushes my fingers towards my mouth. Stopping only to make sure she coats my lips before shoving them into my mouth. “Suck, Cyrus.”
And I do.
Sucking my fingers clean, imagining I was tasting her instead of myself. My eyes stay locked to hers the whole time and I see the exact moment she snaps.
She pulls my fingers from between my lips and drops her mouth to mine, swallowing my moans as she kisses and tugs my hair.
Her mouth is strong and sure, feasting on me like I’m her favourite meal.
Yet her lips are soft and smooth, unbroken by cracks or dry.
Her soft skin underneath me, warm and inviting. There’s no way I could resist her.
No matter how much I want to.
Letting my hands roam, I find her breasts, nipples already firm and waiting for me. She lets out a small cry as I tug one, swallowing her noises as if it’s the only meal I’ll have today.
Our kisses turn deeper, tongues tangling together as we taste one another.
Her free hand wraps around my throat angling me exactly where she wants me, taking full control of the moment. And I let her. With her shackling my hair and neck she doesn’t let me escape. Just takes and takes from my mouth whilst I give and give.
Once her nipple is sufficiently red from my ministrations, I guide my hand down further. Ready to see how wet she is for me. Taste her like she made me taste myself.
Just as my fingertips reach the thatch of hair above her pussy, she uses her grip on me and ridiculous strength to push me off her and onto my back. Her body following and with a quick flick of her leg she’s straddling my waist. Her fingers still locked in my hair, and palm tight around my throat.
“Oh, dove. Did I say you can touch me yet?”
I shake my head at the same time as saying, “No.”
Her eyes glint as her smirk grows wide. “I’m in control here, dove. Remember that.”
Her fingers tighten on my throat just enough to have me gasping for air.
Then she pulls back, her touch leaving my body all together as she moves down the bed.
Instantly my skin chills and a hollow ache forms in my gut from her absence.
Somehow she’s already buried herself under my skin, and not having her touch constantly is enough to wreck me.
She taps each thigh with a sharp nail. “Spread these, hold them open for me.”
I do as she asks, wanting her touch back on me as soon as possible. Wrapping my hands around my thighs and pulling them open, showing her how wet my pussy is, as I drip down onto the bedspread for her.
She groans. Her eyes closing and head tilting back.
When her eyes lock back on mine they’re almost black with desire. There’s no longer any of that sparkle I noted earlier at all. They hold my gaze, distracting me from her movement until I feel the sting in my clit.
Did she just slap my pussy?
I can’t help the slight moan that falls from my lips as the pain turns into pleasure and this time I watch her as she brings her hand down onto my pussy. The sting is harsher this time and startling, making me yelp before the moan crests off my tongue.
“That’s for touching when I hadn’t given you the order to, dove.”
Fuck.