Chapter 5 #2
He brings his mouth to my neck again, teeth grazing my skin before biting harder, sending a shock to my system and causing desire to swirl inside me.
He wraps my ponytail around his hand and jerks my head to the side, further exposing my neck.
I’m a sucker once I’m kissed there, and Hasan and the twins know it.
It’s my kryptonite, and I’m more than okay with them all using it to their advantage.
I bring my hands down to the waist of the dark jeans he’s wearing, circling my thumb over the metal button.
His cock is starting to get hard, and feeling it rise and stiffen against me makes me so fucking wet.
Slowly, I undo the button, feeling the tip of his cock already sticking out the top of his pants.
The zipper goes down on its own, unable to hold back his erection.
I slide one hand inside, spreading precum down his shaft.
He groans, head drooping forward from my touch.
I continue to jerk him off, bringing my hand up, circling the tip of his cock with my thumb, and then moving my hand back down until I cup his balls.
One of his hands slides down my back, feeling for the hook on my bra. I lean away, removing my hands from inside his pants. He groans, missing my touch already.
“It’s in the front,” I whisper, slowly pulling down the zipper of the bra. He licks his lips, eyeing my breasts, and eagerly takes over undressing me, pushing the straps of my bra over my shoulders until it falls down my arms.
Arching my back, I hold onto his biceps as he leans in, kissing his way down my neck until he reaches my breasts. Taking one in his mouth, he gives a hard suck and circles his tongue around my nipple. Heat rushes through me, making me more and more desperate for his touch.
He straightens up, mouth going to mine again, and kisses me like his life depends on it.
I scoot closer to the edge of the counter, wrapping my legs around him, rubbing my clit against his cock.
The fabric of our pants is in the way, but it still feels good.
Still kissing me, Hasan reaches down and pulls my shoes off, letting them drop to the kitchen floor with a dull thud.
Then he puts both hands on my shoulders and pushes me back, until I’m lying on the island counter. Roughly, he sweeps his hands down and hooks his fingers into the elastic waist of my shorts and yanks them off, leaving me in my pale yellow panties.
Modern undergarments are still new enough to him that they turn him on even more. If I were to go out and get actual lingerie, I think his head would explode. I smile at the thought of it, loving the effect I have on the guys.
There’s nothing traditional about us. Gargoyle aside, everything about our relationship is different. And I love it.
Hasan moves down, trailing kisses from my breasts to my stomach, stopping just above my pussy.
He spreads my legs wider and tosses one over his shoulder.
Knowing how much I hate being teased, he slowly walks his fingers up and down my thigh, mouth hovering over my core, breath warming me even through the fabric of my underwear.
I lift my ass into the air, pushing my pelvis against him. My clit is begging to be touched. Licked. Sucked. Stroked.
Fuck. I need him. Now.
Hasan takes a hold of my panties and practically rips them off, throwing them over his shoulder with haste. This time, he dives right in, mouth open, and I gasp loudly with pleasure as soon as his tongue lashes against me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, lapping up my wetness.
My eyes flutter shut as tingles of pleasure make their way through me.
I’m pretty sure I’m lying on packages of soy sauce and fortune cookies left out from dinner, but I don’t care.
Nothing matters right now except what Hasan is doing to me. Because I’m close to coming already.
He further parts my legs, shifting his position and moving a hand under my ass. His fingers brush over my asshole, causing me to stiffen slightly. Hasan flicks his gaze up, a devilish glint in his eyes.
Then he plunges his tongue inside me, sweeping it up over my clit.
I reach down, taking a tangle of his long hair in my fingers, and lift my head up off the counter, watching him eat me out.
I’m so close to coming, and he knows it.
Gripping my ass, he slides me to the edge of the counter and slips a finger inside me, going right to my G-spot.
He gently presses against it as he continues to work his tongue, slowly speeding up his movements until I’m right there teetering on the edge.
My mouth falls open and I pull his hair, body reacting as the orgasm rolls through me. He keeps eating me out, holding me tight against his mouth, feeling me squirm with pleasure and magnifying just how fucking good this feels.
My heart is racing and my pussy spasms wildly around his finger. He lowers me back onto the counter and kisses my thigh before straightening back up. Light pours down on me, and suddenly I feel exposed. I’m lying here, naked and panting, on display for the world to see.
But only one person can see me right now, and the way Hasan is looking at me gives me all the confidence I need. He stares down at me like I’m the only woman in the world, like I’m all he needs and everything he wants.
Still trying to catch my breath, I push myself up and place a hand on Hasan’s waist, urging him closer again. One of his large hands lands on the small of my back, steadying me, helping me stay upright until I can think straight again. He licks his lips, moving in to kiss me again.
I bring my hands up, feeling the scars on his chest, and trace one with my fingertip.
“What’s this from?” I ask once he stops kissing me.
“I don’t remember,” he confesses, not interested in talking about his battle scars. “I fought a lot.”
I slowly slide my hands down, following another faint scar that ends right above his navel.
I part my lips, shifting my gaze lower, and a deep hunger takes over when I look at the shining tip of his cock.
My pussy quivers at the thought, and even though I’m still recovering from the orgasm he just gave me, I want him inside me.
Hasan steps back and pushes his pants down.
I watch, practically salivating, as he strips himself naked.
He’s away from me for just seconds. But in those few seconds, I become desperate for his touch again.
As soon as his pants are off and he’s back within reach, I pull him to me, welcoming him between my legs.
His hard cock presses against my clit, making me let out a moan.
Before spreading me wide and thrusting that big dick inside me, he wraps me in his arms, wings spread slightly behind him. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest, taking solace in his embrace.
I’m naked. Vulnerable. Definitely distracted.
But I feel so fucking safe with him. With all the guys. I’ve never had a bigger sense of security than I do now.
“Are you ready, Ace?” he growls, wrapping my hair around his hand again. He pulls my head to the side and grazes his teeth over my neck.
“Yes,” I pant, aching to feel him inside me. Tingles plague my body, sending little pulses of pleasure to my core. I’m so hot for him.
His hands travel down my body, not stopping until his fingers hover between my legs.
He plunges one inside, spreading my wetness.
His other hand lands on his cock, and I grip his waist, preparing myself, going crazy with anticipation.
His thumb circles my clit, and even I’m not expecting it to feel as good as it does.
Moaning loudly, I let my head fall back as I enjoy the fuck out of his touch.
“You like that, Ace?” he grunts, moving his thumb faster.
“Yes,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
Trying to somewhat return the favor, I take hold of his cock, slowly sliding my hand up and down, and he continues to touch me. I’m already hot and bothered from before. It doesn’t take long until I come again, wetness spilling from me.
“Your turn for fun,” I breathe, unable to open my eyes just yet.
“I am having fun,” he assures me. “I like making you come.”
I run my hands up his back, stopping at the base of his wings. “I like when you come too.”
“Well, in that case…” he says, and picks me up, carrying me into the family room.
We won’t fit on the couch, not with his wings, so he lays me down on the soft rug in front of the fireplace instead, moving on top of me.
Parting my legs, I welcome him between them, feeling the tip of his cock rub against me.
His lips collide with mine and he guides his cock to me, lining it up and then thrusting in. Hard. Deep.
I cry out again, filled by every inch of his massive cock.
Wings spread behind him, Hasan pulls out only to thrust in deep again, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
He brings his hips back, almost sliding that big dick out of me, and then pushes in again.
Hard. Harder. My heart races again and I angle my hips up so he hits me in just the right spot.
Slitting my eyes open, I steal a glance at him, feeling even hotter when I see the look on his face, knowing he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. His breathing becomes ragged, and I know he’s getting close to coming.
But I don’t want it to be over for him. Not yet.
I plant both hands on his chest and push, having to use all my strength to get him to move. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth to ask me what’s wrong, but I don’t give him a chance. I move out from under him, shove him back down on the ground, and climb on, straddling him.
Taking a hold of his cock, I slowly lower myself onto him.
“You said you like when I’m on top.”
His lips pull into a grin. “I did. And I do.”
Hands gripping my waist, he watches me fuck him, tits bouncing in his face as I ride him hard, feeling a third orgasm start to come on, winding deep inside me. I pitch forward, hands on his chest, almost weak from sex-induced bliss, and move my hips in a circle.
Hasan’s breathing quickens and his fingers press into my flesh. He bends his legs up, hitting me from another angle and bringing me down against him. Then he comes, and feeling his cock pulsing inside of me is all I need to send me over the edge.
In a swift movement, he holds me tight and rolls over, finishing on top with his cock buried balls-deep inside of me.
Panting, heart racing, and sweat dripping down my brow, I let my arms fall to my sides. Hasan pulls out and lies down next to me, pulling me onto his chest. We stay like that, recovering in silence, for a few minutes.
“I’ll get the shower ready for you,” he says, brushing hair out of my face. He kisses me once more and gets up, flying up to the second story and landing over the balcony instead of taking the stairs. I smile and exhale heavily, not yet ready to get up.
I wake up alone, which isn’t unusual. Hasan isn’t much of a cuddler after sex, and after sleeping all day the last thing he wants to do is lie in bed with me as I sleep. My heart is racing and my mind is fuzzy. I had a nightmare, but I can’t remember what it was about.
But I know Jacques was in it.
And Braeya.
I close my eyes and push my hair out of my face. It’s still damp from the shower, letting me know I haven’t been asleep for all that long. Seeing everything through Braeya’s eyes, I saw her with Jacques. They were standing around a fire, and Jacques was holding something.
Thinking back, I try to conjure the image from the dream. It was a necklace. That’s what he was holding. There was some sort of symbol engraved onto the stone, but I can’t remember what it was.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I replay it all in my mind. And then it comes rushing back. Jacques holds up the necklace, and firelight reflects off the shiny obsidian stone.
“Be careful, Acelina,” he says, eyes drilling into mine. “The Dark Ones are coming.”