Epilogue #2
Dropping to his knees behind me, Gedeon dragged down my shorts.
“Make her come, Zion.” Warm liquid plopped on top of my ass in droplets, forming a trickle that ran down my crack, all the way to where Gedeon’s finger pressed against my hole.
“I don’t care if she begs you to stop; you are not allowed to do so.
She lied to me, and liars deserve nothing more than discipline. Do you understand?”
I lowered onto my forearms. “Yes.”
Exploring her inner thigh, I peppered it with nibbles and licks, creating a trail of red on her creamy flesh.
“If you move away from Zion before I say you can,” Gedeon said to Kali while rubbing my rim and pressing past it, “I will get your collar and walk you on the leash the next time we go out.”
Her whimper drew a chuckle out of him, and the first beat of it crumbled my patience. I dived in, running my tongue from her entrance to her clit, drawing out a moan as her back bowed off the ground and she found my hair.
Gedeon prodded my back hole, filling it with his digits, preparing me to take him, chuckling at my hips bucking of their own accord. When he brushed across a particularly sensitive spot, I choked out an exhale right onto her clit, making her cry out.
“Stay still.” Gedeon curled his fingers again, beckoning my legs to spasm, my vision abandoning me.
Mindlessly, I rocked backward, my cock bouncing between my thighs as my balls drew tight.
He slapped my ass. “What did I say?”
A sting bloomed on the right side, and I grunted between Kali’s thighs. Wiggling, she pulled my strands, nudging me to return my mouth to where she needed it the most.
“I see she is not coming either.” Gedeon’s reproach served as the sole warning before I felt the tip of his length poke against my rim. “Very well.” He pushed—
My eyes crossed. My diaphragm locked, refusing to take in any air as I trembled around him sliding inch by torturous inch inside me. The slight burn caused my limbs to tingle, the sensation of fullness a one-of-a-kind rush.
“If you wanted me to teach you a lesson, you should have said so.” Gedeon eased out, until only his crown remained swallowed by me, and then plunged back in a brutal thrust.
Swaying on my elbows from the ruthlessness, I failed to weave the shreds of my splintering thoughts back together.
“Eat her, Zion.” He plunged in once more. “Or do you prefer to starve?”
Like the famished man I was, I lapped up her juices. Her flavor encouraged me to continue, to torment her further, and I latched onto her clit. It didn’t take long for her whimpers to grow louder, choppier, more erratic, and soon, she began to contract, her legs trapping my head as she tensed.
Ignoring the heat climbing up my thighs and nestling in the base of my spine as Gedeon pounded into me, I doubled my efforts, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves just the way she liked it.
Her back arched. She strangled me with her legs, grinding against me, chasing her—
A silent scream tore through her as she soaked my face. Her body convulsed, and then grew slack, her muscles giving out. Panting, she released my hair she’d used as a lever.
Gedeon renewed his rhythm, switching the angle by pressing down on my hips until—
A sharp half-gasp, half-grunt abandoned me. He was rubbing that spot, that tiny bump, and I hunched from the onslaught of sensations.
A waterfall of garbled mutters spilled out of me as he turned me into a puddle, his pelvis smacking against my ass, making my cock bounce from the force.
My peripherals darkened, yet I managed to croak out, “Gedeon.” His name rolled off my lips like a prayer, only I didn’t know for what. My brain had liquefied, and my neurons sizzled from his responding groan.
He slowed, but not to give me a break. Bending over, he plastered his front to my back, our sweat gluing our bodies together. “Say my name again.”
As his left hand found the top of mine, he laced them together. The right one slid down my abdomen, over my twitching core, to my—
He grasped my shaft, twisting and squeezing around the head, and I choked. “Ge— I— Gede—”
Rocking in and out of me, he brought me to the brink of madness and…held me there. Immobile, unable to leap off the cliff into the sweet nothingness.
“Not yet.” His whisper ghosted over the shell of my ear, and I shuddered from the tenderness in his command. “I love the sounds you make when I keep you on the edge.” His teeth explored my neck, mapping out my flesh, hunting for the best place—
He sunk them underneath my jaw.
The dull sting, his intrinsic need to bite, together with him stroking me, did it. “Gedeon,” I strained to say his name right before everything snapped and the world vanished.
I soared the skies of the universe, sailed the waves of the void, while he continued to pump me, prolonging the concoction of agony and pleasure.
My knees would have buckled if I wasn’t already on them, and I mumbled an incomprehensible plea for him to cease torturing me.
Leaving my oversensitized flesh alone, Gedeon planted his palm next to mine. Quickening his pace, he fucked me until his exhales became ragged, the slams of hips faltered, the guttural noises thundered in his chest—
Buried impossibly deep, he stiffened. The next thing I knew, he was coming, coating my rearranged insides in hot spurts. If I had any energy left, I would’ve come a second time merely from the sounds he made.
Gradually, he came down from his high. Pulling out, he forged a path of warm kisses down my back.
But I knew better than to move.
He spread my ass cheeks to rub the tight ring of muscle, to check if his cum was trickling out of me or not. The man had a fascination with stuffing his belongings full of him, as Kali had once put it.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “Have you ever tried it?”
“What? Getting fucked?” Gedeon shrugged, as nonchalant as one could be. Getting to his feet, he collected our discarded clothing, tossing piles of fabric to Kali and me. “I always try things at least once.”
Wrangling my arms into my white t-shirt, I declared, “I want to fuck you then.”
“I second that.” Kali secured the button of her high-waisted denim shorts. “I want to see it.”
Gedeon frowned at his t-shirt, also white, but with a special patch on the back—the creation I was most proud of. “No.”
Dressed, I marched right up to him, erasing any space but a fraction between us. “What if I say please?”
His sigh of defeat called out my grin.
“We can talk about it later,” he mumbled, and my smile widened impossibly. I’d freaking won this game match. The first one between us ever.
As we strolled back to our car, Kali came up to my side. “You have to teach me how to make him do what I want.”
Throwing an arm over her shoulders, I laughed, unrestrained and content.
She hadn’t ceased sulking after Gedeon had told her we couldn’t bring Shadow to the beach. The argument that cats and water didn’t do well together had been of no consequence to her.
She was truly adorable.
Turning his back to us and presenting us with the view of a large strawberry patch on the back of his t-shirt, Gedeon opened the driver’s door for Kali. “Hop in.”
She dug her heels into the fissured asphalt. “What?”
I yanked the backseat’s door open. “You wanted to learn how to drive.”
“But we have a very long way to go,” she protested.
Gedeon strode around the front of the vehicle.
“Then we better get moving.” As he slid into the front passenger’s seat, I clambered into the backseat.
And immediately began sweating from the sweltering heat making a home inside our car.
“And trust me, you will undoubtedly do better than Zion did during his first lesson. He crashed into a streetlight.”
I mocked a gasp full of indignation. “It was dark.”
With a hand on the driver’s seat, Gedeon twisted around. “It was the middle of the day, Zion.”
“There were rain clouds.” I tugged my t-shirt away from my abdomen. The cotton had melded itself to my chest. “They affected my vision.”
Shaking his head, Gedeon helped Kali to adjust the mirrors until she confirmed she could see everything properly.
Clutching the wheel, she glowered at the control panel. “Why would a car need so many buttons?”
“You can ignore them for today. We won’t need them.” He waved at her feet. “But see those pedals? The left is called a clutch, the middle one is the brakes, and the right one is for speed.”
“Okay.” She tapped the ball protruding from the center console. “And this stick?”
I snorted at her description, earning a glare over the rear-view mirror.
So, so cute.
“It’s called a gearbox. Depending on whether you want to go faster or slower, you switch into a higher or lower setting,” Gedeon explained, pointing at the faded numbers.
Which caused another bout of questions.
I tuned out their discussion as I tried and failed to make myself comfortable in the backseat. The leather creaked, the material scuffed from years of use, and I cursed whoever had cranked up the temperature today.
Even with the windows rolled down, the heat blasted in full force. A rare and precious breeze rustled the leaves of a maple tree nearby, yet switched directions at the last minute, evading our car entirely.
I swiped away the sweat beads collecting along my hairline.
I couldn’t wait to take a dip in the sea.
And with just the three of us going there, swimming clothing wasn’t a necessity.
This might have been my opinion only, but surely, Kali and Gedeon would understand once they checked their backpacks.
Their bags might have been missing an item or two.
Right as another drop of sweat formed on my forehead, the car lurched forward—
The engine sputtered.
Holding on to the ceiling, Gedeon pinched the bridge of his nose. “You have to release the clutch slowly.”
“It’s not as easy as it sounds.” Her two stumps wiggled as Kali clutched the wheel with her eight remaining fingers. Many, many more than the corpse of Lenus had boasted after Gedeon had finished with him. I’d hardly recognized the man.
Reclining against the backseat door, I sprawled in a semi-recumbent position. “Try again.”
Little by little, one spin of tires at a time, she rolled into the center of the road, her squeal a celebration of success. We slunk along the cracks in the asphalt, as quick as snails—
The engine died.
Before Gedeon could point out her mistake, she seethed, “Don’t you dare say anything.”
Crossing my ankles, I joined Gedeon’s chuckles. She’d forgotten to press the clutch down when switching gears.
Once more, we began to creep down the deserted road. Almost a hundred miles to go awaited us, and as if realizing it, Gedeon rubbed his nape. “You may want to go higher than second gear if you wish to reach the sea before sunset.”
Kali’s knuckles on the wheel turned white. “I’ll make you a deal. If we catch the sunset, I won’t eat all the pancakes we’ve packed.”
Two creases appeared between Gedeon’s eyebrows. “That’s not a deal.”
“It is.”
“No, it’s not. It holds no benefit for me.”
She batted her eyelashes at him. “Exactly.”
Dirty, filthy birdie.
Resting his forearm on the open window, Gedeon smirked. “As you wish, little death. You have a deal.”
I licked a gaping hole where my molar had used to be. “What do you plan to do?” There was not a chance in the universe he’d changed his mind so quickly.
He twisted in his seat, his three-day stubble a blotch of darkness in the sun-streaked car. “She forgot to agree on what will happen if she loses.”
Kali scoffed, “No, I didn’t.”
“You did. Which means in such a case”—Gedeon bopped her nose—“I will get to choose your punishment.”
Her sputtering and huffing lured me to throw my head back, over the edge of a rolled-down window. Wind caressed my hair and dried the sweat off my face as we flew toward the sea, following the call of the waves.
As I etched this moment into my memory, a smile bloomed on my lips. I was traveling to places unseen, unexplored, only no longer alone.
Now, I had two beauties bickering beside me, a bird and a strawberry, both equally delicious.
Life was good.