Chapter 37 – Riser #2
Water cascades from the showerhead, landing on her back and my front. It’s a blessing this place has massive hot water heaters. On the bus, we’d be freezing by now.
“That’s it, but I want more,” she says. “All of you.”
“I think you can lower onto your feet,” I choke out. “You need to be as stable as possible if I’m really going to slam into you.”
She flattens her feet to the floor, and we both release agonized groans.
“Good. That’s so good. God, you’re so deep.” She yanks a hand off the wall, bringing it to her clit. “I’m steady. Now fuck me.”
Oh, yeah.
How did I forget about her clit?
Shit.
I’m going to owe her all the sweet and tender sex after this. So much pampering. The thought of licking and sucking every inch of her skin gets me going in a way that might be weird, but I live for the romantic moments.
My head is hazy.
She drips down my bare cock.
Warm and wet.
Fucking perfection.
The view back here is killer.
Every snap of my hips against her ass makes her tits sway, and I slide my hand up her back, fisting her hair.
“You like that, beautiful?” I give her a tug.
“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes are shut as I study her gorgeous face, and she clenches her inner walls.
My nostrils flare, catching hints of her pears and roses scent.
It makes me ravenous.
I’ve got semi-accurate skeletons on my hands in a cyber-sigilism-adjacent style. The one on her hip looks wicked compared to her soft, untattooed skin. I’m going to talk her into getting some eventually.
Maybe.
If she’s open to it, she’d look sexy as fuck with something down her spine.
I’ve got to think about anything except how snug her inner walls feel, clinging to my cock.
Lumen rocks back to meet me. She brings her hand to the wall, holding herself up with both, and I loop my hand around to tease her pussy. My forearm hooks into the indention just above her hip, and I’m in love with her curves.
I’m hard and bony, while she’s soft.
“God, Riser,” she moans. “You feel like you’re about to rip me in half, but in a good way.” She peeks at me over her shoulder, her dark eyeliner and mascara running down her cheeks.
I’m fucked up.
The image only makes me harder, and I pick up speed on her clit, praying I can get her there before I do.
“Fuck.” A feral growl rattles out as my knot brushes her lower lips. It’s so tempting to shove it inside her, and that thought comes fully from my instincts. “I’m trying so hard to stay clear, but my head is a mess.”
I better understand what Kincaid meant. She smells so sweet, and my system is convinced that she’s my omega to breed.
I have no desire for kids.
Less than none, but the thought is dirty and carnal, making my dick jump inside her as my balls tighten.
Lumen rests her face on her forearm, and I follow her forward, not letting up on her swollen nub.
Her pussy quivers, and she locks down on my cock, getting loud as she moans and begs.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Come all over me.” My balls tighten, and pleasure builds under my skin.
She gets so snug that it’s hard to pull out to slam into her, but I want her to really enjoy coming all over my cock.
My orgasm slams into me so violently, I lose my vision.
Hell, maybe my eyes are closed, but euphoria echoes through my nerve endings.
I thrust, getting as deep as I can without forcing my knot inside her. The bottom of her pussy brushes my crown, and it only makes everything hotter as I empty inside her.
“Damn, Ry.” Lumen takes over, rocking on her feet and bouncing on her knees to force out every drop of my cum.
My muscles tighten, and I fight the urge to curl around her to bury my canines into the top of her shoulder.
Fuck.
Don’t do that.
A rejected bond can never be attempted again with the same person.
I vaguely remember I’m supposed to be working her swollen nub, and she shivers, pushing her ass back into my pelvis as I get started again.
I’m still blissed out when she shoves off the wall, standing with me still inside her. It’s a battle to keep us both upright, but I release her hair and pussy to wrap my arms around her.
“Whoa,” she whispers, dancing around on her tiptoes. “I think you just touched my tonsils from the inside.” She grins at me over her shoulder, and I dip my head to see if I can kiss her.
It doesn’t work exactly, but her tongue meets mine in the air as we get in a quick tease of a kiss.
The view down her front is killer, and my hand tightens on her lower stomach over her scars.
“I like you so fucking much,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
Her hand falls to rest over mine as her tits jiggle from how violently she struggles to catch her breath.
“Me too,” she says equally as softly.
It’s going to hurt if she tries to leave. I guess that means we need to work twice as hard to make her want to stay.
She grins before her face turns serious. “I hate to tell you this, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a bloodbath when you pull out.”
I kiss the side of her head. “That just gives us an excuse to soap each other up.”
She nods shakily. “You’re like magic, Riser. No matter how anxious I am, you always manage to put me at ease.”
She’s so sincere that my chest feels weird.