Chapter 56 Zion
ZION
As the high overtook her, her inner walls fluttered around me. She clamped down on me like a vise, forcing me to grit my teeth.
Motionless, I begged the gods Kali believed in to hinder the overwhelming need to move, to spill inside her, to coat her insides with my cum.
Heat emanated off of Gedeon as he came to a halt behind me, and a shiver skittered down my back. His fingers skated down my sides, coaxing my core to contract, and I released Kali’s clit, marveling at her juices shining on my thumb.
But the temptation was too much, and I succumbed to it, sucking my digit, chasing the explosion of her.
“How does she taste?” Gedeon’s breath caressed my nape. As the moisture evaporated, a chill latched onto the back of my neck.
Holding both of her knees, I admired the disarray before me.
The mess of her locks, a few strands plastered to her nose and the rest spread out like a vicious dark cloud around her.
The hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of Gedeon’s t-shirt she’d stolen.
Her quick exhales, like a rush of a river.
Her sweat-streaked forehead, like dew glittering on blades of grass in the mornings.
I kissed her leg. “Like the wild.”
Gripping my underwear and jeans I’d pushed below my hips, Gedeon pulled everything down, leaving the clothing tangled around my ankles. “And how does she feel?” he asked, kneeling behind me, his palms sliding up the back of my legs, the simple touch all-overpowering.
“Tight,” I ground out. Clutching Kali’s limbs like a post to hold on to, I stared at the ceiling, of all places.
Gedeon stroked up my inner thighs, teasing me, tempting me to drive into her again. Her ass rippled from the thrust, and she jerked with a moan.
But the sound died in my ears when Gedeon spread me open. Cool air drifted up my crack, and—
His hot tongue drew a line from my balls to my hole. My hips bucked, my ass clenched, and I practically fell on top of Kali.
Slipping off my shoulders, her legs dropped to the sides, the change in our positions pushing me half-way out of her.
Reinforcing his hold on my butt, Gedeon licked around the tight ring of muscle, a circle, then two—
I collapsed. With my forearms bracketing Kali’s head, I buried my nose in her neck to muffle my string of curses. Gedeon resumed destroying my nerves, turning my attempts to divert my attention elsewhere, anywhere but to what he was doing to me, fruitless.
“Is he…” Kali rubbed up my back in a comforting manner. Tracing my shoulder blades, she began again. “Is Gedeon—”
“Eating my ass?” I grunted into her ear. “Mhm.”
His giggle made him take a break, and I trembled while he arranged her calves to lock around my midriff. “Keep them here,” he told her.
Dropping to the floor once more, he ran his hands up my backside, and then dipped back in. Between his licks, he murmured, “You have to loosen up.” The warmth from his exhale was enough for me to spasm. “Zion.”
“I’m trying.” It wasn’t the first time I’d had my ass tasted, but nobody devoured it like Gedeon—as though it was a warpath and I was the prize at the end of it.
My molars ground as his tongue slid inside, his groan settling in my cock still fully sunk into Kali.
He switched his tongue for his lips, then back to the original situation, and started everything anew.
Cell by cell, he consumed me. Seconds of passing time lost their shape, dissolving into a mist of forever.
A wave of relaxation washed over me, and I hummed into Kali’s neck, submerging myself in the sparks flowing down my limbs.
With a last kiss to my rim, Gedeon withdrew, standing back up. A clink of metal against glass whispered to me he’d opened the jar of coconut oil, and I stuffed my nose into Kali’s hair to distract myself.
The fragrance of her cherry shampoo wafted up my nostrils as Gedeon prodded my back hole, rubbing around it. He’d somehow managed to reduce me to a tangle of limpness while I remained rock hard, pleading with all the deities to hurry him along in his plan.
Hidden underneath my body, unable to see, Kali asked, “What’s happening?”
“I’m making your fantasy come true,” Gedeon answered her, then plunged a slick finger inside me.
I choked.
Kali’s arms on my back tightened, drawing me closer to her. “What fan—”
“Watching me fuck Zion. Except now you will also feel it.” He pushed more, so deep his second knuckle breached me.
Kali clenched around me. “Oh.”
I muffled a grunt against her throat. She wasn’t the only one with her ass stuffed full anymore.
“You’re doing so good,” Gedeon praised me, moving his digit in and out, in and out. A second one joined its brother, and he repeated, “So good.”
I couldn’t lie to myself anymore—it made me preen. Something about how it was him saying it curled his words inside me.
He scissored his fingers, preparing me for his future assault, and when three fit inside me, he gripped my hip. “One more finger, Zion, just one more.”
My fists curled as I barely held myself up. Gedeon was doing everything to avoid the one spot he knew very well would lead me to losing my sanity.
Throwing my head back, I hissed, “Stop teasing me.”
“Is that what you want?” He pulled out with an audible squelch, and the excess of oil drizzled down my thighs, soaking the hair littering my legs. “Me splitting you apart?”
Easy for him to say when he wasn’t the one buried in our woman and who’d been waiting to get fucked for days.
Gedeon’s palm landed on my right ass cheek. The strike was hard enough to sting, and on reflex, I shoved forward, pushing into Kali deeper than I’d thought possible.
“Answer it.” His order smothered her gasp.
“Yes,” I strained to say.
“Yes, what?” he pressed as he massaged the affected area, the faint ache clawing its way to my groin.
Unable to stay motionless, I thrust inside Kali. Her whimper caressed the shell of my ear.
“It’s okay.” She stroked up my back, feather-light. “You can tell him.”
I looked over my shoulder. Gedeon’s chest ballooned and deflated at a rapid pace, the bulge in his jeans clear as day, yet he waited for my confirmation.
His clothes remained on, not a button or a zipper undone, imbuing a fear in me that, depending on what was about to come out of my mouth, he’d either make me crumble or twist on his heel and walk out.
He was terrified of hurting me. The burn scars marring my left forearm, the gauze soaked in scarlet on my right, were all he could fixate on. Not my face, not my backside.
My arms.
The realization coaxed me to rasp, “I want you to take.”
He wouldn’t let control slip from his grasp. That wasn’t something he was capable of. But would I test his limits, stretch them until he snapped? Yes, a thousand times yes.
Only not tonight. No, this night was going to serve as a start.
An aura of cruelty returned to Gedeon as he rolled his shoulder with the gunshot scar. Leisurely, as if he had all the time in the universe, he unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned his pants. Tugged the zipper down.
As he took out his cock, a bead of moisture gleamed in the moonlight. Scooping out a dollop of coconut oil, he coated his length. And then nudged my legs apart as much as the clothing twined around my ankles allowed.
“I warned you.” Pulling my left ass cheek away from the other, he positioned himself against my hole. “Did I not?”
I searched for the shreds of my scattering thoughts to form a reply, but my vocal cords refused to cooperate.
“I asked a question.” He nudged the tight ring of muscle, and the stretch—
Gods, that push, the unusual openness, the rearrangement of my innards as he inched inside, the sensation of fullness increasing with each second…
I fought for air. Choked. Squashed Kali with my weight.
“Zion?” He stopped. “Are you okay?” His palm singed a brand on my lower back as he rubbed soothing circles. “You can say ‘hell.’ It doesn’t have to be this way. We can try again another day.”
A guttural sound rumbled from my chest. I wanted to punch him for suggesting I should say our safe word.
Lifting higher on my forearms, I focused on Kali’s wide eyes, the mossy hues usually visible during daytime now drowning in darkness. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I mimicked the motion, at the same time deliberately squeezing around Gedeon.
He groaned, pulsing inside me, and smugness washed over my consciousness.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, then added, “Gedeon.” He’d developed an obsession with hearing his name fall off our lips.
And it got through to him. He rocked his hips forward, and his pelvis hit me, shoving me forward, nudging me into Kali.
She sunk her nails into my back. Gasping, holding on for dear life, she clutched me as Gedeon began to pound into me. Earnestly. Hard.
With each retreat, I pulled out of Kali, and with his every following thrust, I rocked back inside her.
Scraping my back, she asked, “How does it feel?”
I plunged into her again. “Good—”
“Merely good?” Adjusting his angle, Gedeon found that—
“Fuuuck,” I groaned as he bumped the spot that made my eyes cross.
Up and down, left and right, round and around, I flowed. The excitement from this happening at last, the pleasure so intense it suffocated me…
All conflicting yet twirling around in a cohesive flurry of sensations that short-circuited my brain.
Gedeon’s lower abdomen smacked against my ass. “Go on, tell her how I feel inside you.”
My shoulders burned from holding myself up above Kali, and fire razed my voice as I stuttered, “Fu— I— Can’t—”
“Louder.” His pace picked up. “I can’t hear you.”
The blend of everything crowded in my balls, and I resigned to focusing on surviving. Sweat broke out above my upper lip, but I relaxed, just taking it—taking him—as a daze descended onto me.
“Better than my dreams,” I croaked out.
“That’s right.” Gedeon drilled his approval into me with the slam of his hips. “Because it’s me shredding you, not an imaginary man,” he growled. “So tell me, who does your ass belong to?”
The answer came to me easily. “You.”
“Yes,” he groaned his approval, and I could tell he struggled to delay the inevitable. “Now come for me.”
Like a snap, the stimulation rose to a level beyond my endurance—
The need buzzing in the base of my spine unfurled. Pleasure razed my spinal cord, and I stiffened, tensing into myself, my legs cramping as ribbons of my cum coated Kali’s insides.
Me contracting around Gedeon made his pace falter, quicken, grow erratic—
He crammed inside me. A throaty sound pierced my panting as he spasmed, hot spurts shooting deep inside me.
Heaving, he lowered on top of me, his arms caging Kali and I in. His torso covered me like a blanket sewn out of heat.
“Zion.” He pressed a kiss to the crook of my neck. “I think you just broke me.”
“I broke you?” I savored the lightness the skim of his lips had left in their wake. “You literally—”
I cut off as a familiar voice floated in through the open kitchen doors.
“He’s not in his study.” Eislyn padded across the hallway, closer to the doorway. “I checked their bedrooms, but they weren’t there. Uh, what happened here?” A clatter of shards signaled she’d discovered the wreckage of Kali’s tea.
Kali’s legs tightened around me. Gedeon held his breath.
Sandwiched between them, I snickered.
“Where the hell are they?” Eli’s question rolled over to us.
Their footfalls neared the doorway—
The kitchen lights turned on.