Chapter 19 #2
In typical Warden Hallum fashion, he wasn’t timid or clumsy. Despite the fact that I knew he’d never kissed someone before, he took immediate control of the situation, every inch the commander. His mouth roved hungrily, demanding, his tongue swiping in response to my own.
I arched, whimpering into him.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been kissed like this.
In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever been kissed like this.
Like this, beside wreckage that could have killed me, cold snow at my back, sun dipping low, and a man this fucking good holding me.
I clawed at him, my gloved hands scrabbling desperately against his shoulders while I arched my back.
My body was doing anything it could to get closer to him.
This included me spreading my legs, wrapping my thighs around his hips.
He gave a harsh grunt of desire, his hips jerking involuntarily, and I felt it. Felt the throbbing hardness of him against my groin.
“Please!” I said again, writhing against him. Maybe it was wanton of me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t hold back. I wanted him so damn badly.
And he wanted me to. At least a little. At least a part of him.
“Here?” he asked, voice gravelled, grinding himself against my pussy.
“Yes! Oh, God!”
His powerful forearms bracketed my face, and his hands cupped the top of my head, smoothing strands of hair back from my forehead. His eyes were still bright white.
Maybe he saw me noticing, because he grimaced and shut them.
“Oh, no, don’t. Hallum, please look at me.”
It looked like he fought an internal battle then. A war with Zabrian duty and expectations and training on one side. And me on the other.
He opened his eyes. Just a bit. Hot white slits.
“It’s alright.” I touched his face, letting my fingers skim along the tops of his hard cheekbones, the skin there lit by his eyes. “Your eyes are beautiful, no matter what colour they show me.”
He made a broken sound then. His hips stuttered, then increased the pace, rocking powerfully.
The underside of his swollen cock was putting just the right pressure on my clit like this, and I buried my hands in his hair, pulling his hair tie loose.
Black curtains fell on either side of us, closing us into this perfect little world, lit by his eyes.
“Oh!” My body bowed off the snowy ground, quaking as a powerful climax took hold of me. Pleasure squeezed me from the inside out. Warden Hallum watched me closely as I came, and expression on this face that I’d never seen before.
It looked like greed.
I moaned through the sensations pulsing in my pussy, my own pelvis jumping and shivering against his. His breathing changed, and instinctively, I knew he was about to tumble down after me.
“Undo this,” I whispered, tugging at his belt.
He shifted his weight to one elbow to do it, undoing his belt with that incredible Hallum efficiency.
His cock jutted from his trousers, heavy, hot, swollen, and a little darker than the rest of him.
His cock tail spasmed above it, a fascinating little appendage writhing with need.
That cock tail was very un-Hallum in nature.
Unleashed. Out of control. I didn’t think Hallum was in charge of its movements; it must have moved of its own accord, writhing and flickering. As involuntary as a heartbeat.
I loved it. It was a part of him. And I wanted to touch it.
I let the cock tail wrap itself around my pinkie finger. Unexpected emotion closed my throat then. It reminded me of our very first morning together. Pinkie promise.
The cock tail eagerly constricted around my finger, and Hallum groaned, long and low, a sound of absolute pleasure. His hips shunted forward, then stopped. In a quick movement, he cupped the head of his cock.
“You don’t have to,” I murmured, my lips against his jaw. Still allowing his cock tail to hold onto my pinkie, I gripped the thick base of him and trembled at the satin heat of him there. “You don’t have to hide, or try to stop it.”
I stroked him slowly, coaxing, knowing he was already on the brink. His breath was coming in these tight puffs now, his fangs clenched hard.
“You can just let go.”
He did so, literally, letting go of his cock and giving me full access. I ran my fist eagerly up his length, then began pumping him.
He came then, spurting the way a soldier might march – quick, rhythmic jets, one after the other. I gasped in delight, working his shaft gently while it jerked and exploded. The moment seemed endless. So did the fluid pumping out of him.
All of this, I thought with something close to grateful awe, all of this just for me.
And if there could be any doubt that it was for me, he immediately destroyed it with a single word. The guttural growl of my name. Lualhati.
I shuddered, then kissed his jaw, his cheek.
He’d never really called me by my first name like this.
He’d started out calling me “Doctor Ortiz” or “Doctor,” and once he’d gotten it through his head that I wanted him to call me Lualhati, he’d seemed to kind of just stop referring to me by any kind of name or title at all.
But not now. It was as if now he’d started, he couldn’t stop. “Lualhati,” he groaned, his cock still spewing for me. “Lualhati.”
When it was done, he didn’t let himself collapse on top of me, even though I almost wished he would have, even if it did mean I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
He returned to his typical Hallum-ness at once, his eyes catching on the mess he’d made of my jacket.
The front was coated with the glistening evidence of what we’d just done.
A look of deep annoyance wracked his brow.
“I wanted it,” I told him softly.
“You are all wet,” he grumbled. “You must get up off the snow before you are soaked through.”
I was wearing a fairly long waterproof jacket. I actually didn’t seem too bad. My leggings were a little wet from the tumble I’d taken, but my back and butt were mostly dry, protected by the jacket.
Hallum helped me to my feet and immediately removed his shirt, using it to wipe the front of my jacket off. I withstood his meticulous ministrations, floating on a haze of happy hormones, as he swiped and wiped. He used some snow as a final step, a sort of scrub-rinse combo deal.
When he was finished, my jacket looked perfectly clean. Like none of this had ever happened at all. Which was a bit sad, in its own way.
But it did happen. The hot ache between my legs proved it. The sputtering white in his eyes that he was still fighting to control proved it, too.
Now the question became…
Was it going to happen again?