33. Just One More
Just One More
Alluin’s mouth met mine in a tentative caress.
I reveled in each hesitant movement, in the care with which he loosened his reins.
For the first time in our long history, we kissed with intention, every want and fear bared to the sunlight.
We were kissing because we both wanted to be kissing, not for a momentary escape but like sliding two keys into a door that could only unlock with both. Every touch was a promise of eternity.
He made a low sound of want, pressing closer. I let Alluin take me back down to the bed with a moan of relief. His hand slid into my hair, and then his weight settled onto me and his lips parted under mine.
I licked up against him, offering him proof of my longing. His tongue met mine in a flash of heat. Desire coiled through me, slowly at first, and then with increasing insistence as Alluin deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
Alluin tasted like home, warm and sunlit.
His body fit with mine so naturally. Our every breath and shift brought us closer together: his chest against mine, my hand under his shirt caressing the heated skin of his back, his heavy thigh settling between my legs to rub against my stiffening cock.
I let out a raw mewl of pleasure when he put his full weight on me, the hot length of his cock pressing into the vee of my hips.
With any other partner, I would have been embarrassed beyond belief to hear a sound like that come out of my mouth, but I simply didn’t care with Alluin.
He’d seen me at my literal worst. He’d put his hands on me when my soul was shredded and when I was covered in sweat and blood.
He’d kept my long hair out of my face while I puked my guts out, both from my own foolish choices and from the vagaries of illness.
He’d held me while I wept with shame and guilt, and never once asked for repayment.
Alluin had carried me out of hell when I’d barely even known him. Who cared if I fell apart in his arms? It wouldn’t be the first time, and I hoped with everything I had that it wouldn’t be the last.
He broke the kiss to breathe, panting against my mouth with his hands holding my face. “You want me?” he asked with slanted brows.
“So fucking much,” I answered.
He nodded, his gaze dropping to my mouth. I leaned up to kiss him again, but Alluin pulled his face away, his back bowing and hips rolling against mine.
Heat flooded me at the feel of his cock grinding against me.
It wasn’t the first time we’d been in bed with one or the other of us hard, but oh, holy fuck, the feel of him—and, even better, the knowledge that he was hard for me, that his arousal was mine instead of merely the vagaries of a male body.
My breath started coming harder. We weren’t merely in bed together.
We were in bed together, were going to have sex together, belonged together.
“I want your cock,” he said hoarsely. His thigh shifted, rocking against my erection like he was trying to feel me.
“It’s yours,” I said. The words came so easily to my lips. I didn’t even want to hedge them. I already belong wholly to Alluin. If he wanted something from me, it was already his.
Alluin breathed a laugh and started moving with purposeful thrusts that ground our cocks together, frotting through the thin cloth of our borrowed pajamas.
I moaned and arched up into the contact, my groin throbbing and the cloth against the tip of my shaft wetting with precome.
It clung to my sensitive skin, the roughness of the cloth a vivid point of friction.
“Lu,” I said in a whine.
“Since when are you this submissive in bed?” he asked, his voice throaty with humor. “Shouldn’t you be shoving me onto my back about now? Kissing my throat and cupping my groin, and telling me how hard your cock is for me and how badly you want it inside me?”
I turned absolutely crimson, because the only way for Alluin to know that was if he’d talked to people I’d had sex with.
Probably a lot of them, because it wasn’t as if I had rote sex with everyone I fucked.
I had preferences, sure, but I was still my chaotic butterfly self.
I was pretty spontaneous, and I tended to tailor my approach to whoever I happened to be with at the time.
“You—” I croaked out. Had he been researching what I liked in bed by interrogating my lovers?
Fuck, of course he had. He was Alluin. He probably knew how to get me off better than I did.
He laughed again, a darkly amused sound that shot a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
Alluin bent his neck and pressed his tongue to my throat in an open-mouthed kiss.
One of his hands dragged down my side to grip me by the hip.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he purred into my ear, using his hand to urge my hips into a steady rhythm against his.
“You know very well how domineering I am, don’t you?
That I want your hair wrapped around my fist. Your cock between my teeth.
Your voice sweetly sobbing your pleasure to me as I fuck you into oblivion. ”
I could only whimper and nod. His cock twitched against mine and my whole body jerked up into the contact, cock straining and sac drawing up against my body. My gems ached with the need to come.
Alluin nipped my ear, hard enough that it stung.
The shock of pleasure speared through me, making me voice a hoarse cry.
A spurt of precome soaked the cloth of my pajamas.
I was fucking dripping, every sensation on the verge of overwhelming me.
Alluin’s mouth on my ear, Alluin’s fingers biting into my hip, Alluin’s cock rubbing against mine with insistent need—
“And is that what you want? For me to use my loyal shaeulo however I like?” he asked, his voice low and insistent. He slowly wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled it tight.
Pleasure pulsed through my whole body. “Yes,” I said in a rasp.
“I’m not averse to letting you have me the way you usually like to have your lovers,” Alluin said.
The movement of his hips never stopped, relentlessly slow, the grip of his hand on my hip refusing to let me pick up the pace.
“I know you don’t usually bottom, let alone…
well, this,” he said, his voice turning into an amused purr as he dragged at my hair, making me arch and pant, my cock throbbing and an insistent tightness taking up residence at the base of my spine.
“Trust you,” I got out through my shallow breaths. “Love you. No one else. Not like this.”
He shivered and jerked his hips against mine. His teeth pressed against my pulse in a greedy bite, holding me down like a predator. I whimpered and bared my throat to it. Alluin could do whatever he wanted to me. If he wanted to leave marks on me, I would wear them with pride.
With another shudder of pleasure, Alluin let me go. His hot tongue laved the sting of his bite. “You want this?” Alluin asked again, his voice rough. “Me, like this?”
“Yes. Please,” I said, my fingernails biting into his shoulders. “I’m yours. Yours. I want you.” I let out a sobbing sound of pleasure when he yanked my hair again, everything going hot and swimmy. “Please fuck me, Lu. Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you so badly. I need you—”
Alluin shoved himself up, letting go of my hair. I had one terror-stricken moment—had I fucked up after all? Did he hate getting begged by needy bottoms?—but Alluin all but ripped his pajama shirt off, wadding it up and chucking it into regions unknown.
His eyes blazed. “Strip,” Alluin said in a growl. His thumbs hooked over his waistband and shoved that down, too, baring his gorgeous cock and heavy sac.
I stared hungrily, my mouth going wet, blessing every celestial light that I had the pleasure of getting to see him naked and aroused.
I would have taken any size or shape of cock as long as it was attached to Alluin, but he was built like a man out of a heroic tale, someone made for battle and sex.
Deep grooves in his hips angled towards the thick length of his cock.
Veins snaked across his shaft where it grew thicker in the center, and the ruddy tip was slightly upturned, the edges of the head distinct.
There was no longer any reason to wonder why Nyland had spent centuries fucking his former husband every time Alluin had returned home, even though Nyland obviously didn’t love him.
Alluin’s natural sexual dominance was backed up by the sort of body that could turn any man into a whimpering mess. He was going to make me see stars.
His sac tightened as I watched, pulling his gems closer to his body.
I wanted them in my mouth. I wanted all of him under my tongue, but I would happily start there, his cock resting on my face and my nose rubbing in his close-trimmed thatch of pubic hair so that I was drowning in his scent, sucking each of his testicles into my mouth to caress them with my tongue—
Alluin grabbed me by the chin and jerked my face up to his, making me meet his gaze. “If you’re mine, Zhiolas, you ought to obey when I give you a command,” he said, hunger giving him a predatory smile but his voice as hard as steel. “I said ‘strip.’ Now strip.”
Heat pulsed through me. I hastened to comply, scrambling out of my pajama bottoms and getting up onto my knees to yank off my shirt.
Oh, holy gods, Alluin was going to fuck me. He was actually going to fuck me, wasn’t just teasing me, was going to do it.
Literal centuries of fantasies made my heart pound and cock throb.
I was going to come so fucking quickly. Maybe if I was lucky he’d fuck me through it like I’d imagined so many times, forcing me to come again on the heels of my first orgasm, hand around my cock and the post-orgasmic hypersensitivity making my thighs shake.
Maybe I could beg him for it. Maybe he would—
Alluin’s hand fisted in my hair. Oh, fuck, I thought in the fraction of a second between the tightening of his fingers and the hard yank, and then I had no thoughts at all.
The pulse of pleasure hit me like an arrow striking a dove, and like a shot bird I had no will left.
My lashes fluttered and my thighs gave out, leaving me panting and on my haunches, head tilted back with my throat bared.
“Open your mouth,” Alluin said with absolute command.
I did. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue a little ways, covering my lower teeth and looking up at Alluin with pleading.
He gripped me by the jaw again, sliding his thumb up my tongue as I whimpered. “Such a pretty mouth,” Alluin said in a tone of casual regard. He took his hand away and gave another sharp tug to my hair that made me moan. “How many cocks have you had in that mouth, Zhiolas?”
My groin tensed, cock twitching and a slight pulse of pressure through my length heralding the precome dripping from my slit.
“I don’t remember,” I said, too desperately.
“I don’t— Lu, it’s too many to remember.
” My gaze dropped to his cock and I whined low in my throat, my whole mouth going wet with need.
“One hundred?” he asked.
“Lu,” I whined.
He dragged at my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “One thousand?” he asked. His tongue ran against the tip of one canine. “More?”
I blushed, my cheeks going hot. I’d been having sex for more than fifteen hundred years, and for a great many of those years I’d gone through easily ten or more lovers. I’d sucked more cocks than any one person truly deserved to have the pleasure of fellating. “Can it be one more?”
His dark laugh filled the room. All my skin went hot, pleasure zinging down my spine to lodge in my core, my sac tensing and cock twitching again, more precome dripping down my shaft.
“It’s more than a thousand, isn’t it? And yet you still want mine.
You’re practically drooling for it, Zhi,” he purred, sounding pleased.
Alluin wrapped one hand around the base of his thick shaft and angled it towards me.
“I’ll warn you one more time: if I fuck your lovely mouth, I’m considering it mine.
I won’t want your tongue on anyone else but me. ”
“Just one more. Just yours,” I rasped, as much a promise as a plea. “I’m just yours. Your Zhi. It’s your tongue and your mouth—please let me suck you off, Lu, please.”
Alluin shivered with pleasure at my pleading. “Stop talking,” he said, using that voice again. “Mouth open. Tongue out.”
I obeyed without hesitation. It wasn’t even about wanting to please him. My obedience was born of a trust so deep and fathomless that Alluin’s commands bypassed any form of higher thought. He was my shield-love. Obeying him was as powerful of a reflex as protecting him.
The hand fisted in my hair guided my mouth to his cock. I moved with his grip, utter ease sinking into me, leaving my vision hazed and unfocused. All I had to do was what he told me to, and I would have everything I wanted.
Alluin leaned his hips forward and rubbed the silken tip of his shaft along my tongue, smearing his precome across it.
The taste bloomed in my mouth, a familiar salty tang that made me salivate and my cock bob from the clench of pleasure in my core.
I didn’t try to start sucking him off. I didn’t even try to stop myself from drooling.
I took what he gave me, my eyes on his face and the head of his cock on my tongue, and moaned my pleasure to him.
“Fucking black night, you’re so responsive,” Alluin said in a hoarse voice. His thumb ran along my jaw. “Keep your hands on the bed, love. Show me how this pretty mouth sucks a cock.”