Chapter Eight #2
Oleander and I ascended the ladder to the loft.
I placed his chosen device and the vial of lubricating oils on the small bedside table.
When I turned around, Oleander was behind me.
His lips found mine again, and he kissed me with an unmatched passion.
If the kiss downstairs held potential, this one held promise.
Promise of a night spent in pleasure and exploration.
We stumbled backward onto the bed, kissing and touching each other.
We stripped each other until we were bare.
Even then, we didn’t stop touching. We didn’t stop kissing.
My cock ached and leaked, desperate for touch and friction.
When he wrapped his fingers around me, it only made me more desperate.
I had never felt a hunger like this in my life.
Oleander proved himself to be a skilled lover.
He took control over our encounter, flipping us over so that I was on my back.
He began to kiss down my torso, drawing my nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it.
When he had me gasping and moaning, he repeated the process on the other side.
The hunger grew and grew until it consumed me, and only then did he travel further down my body.
He kissed down my hairy stomach, and he kissed along my thick thighs.
He sucked a mark onto my pelvis, and I cried out.
Desperate and needy, begging for him to take me in his mouth or hand or anything.
The first contact was a lick of his clever tongue over my slit, gathering a bead of precum and humming at the flavor. He licked a strip along the bottom of my shaft, and the pressure sent chills down my spine.
“Please, Oleander, please,” I begged.
I was rewarded with the wet heat of his mouth wrapping around the head of my dick.
His tongue had the right amount of pressure as it drew circles under the base, and then he took me deeper.
His mouth worked my dick with the same skill his hand had in the forest. He knew how to touch me, how to work me into a desperate fervor.
The best part was the look in his violet eyes as he worked me over.
He was happy. He was lust drunk solely from the taste of me.
He did not act as if this were a burden or something he did only because it would bring me pleasure.
No, the expression in his eyes was that of someone who was getting just as much pleasure as he was giving me.
When he had me on the edge of bliss, he pulled off my cock.
He lifted my legs, bending me until my knees were against my torso.
His strong hands held them in place, and my mind raced.
All thoughts left my brain as his wet tongue pressed against my hole.
The sound that escaped my lips was one I did not think I’d ever made before.
My legs shook as his tongue worked around my rim and then pressed inside.
He was just as skilled in that arena as he’d been when he was sucking my dick.
My abandoned cock leaked onto my stomach, and while it screamed for attention, I was powerless to do anything other than watch his eyes as he ravished my hole.
His pupils were blown so wide that the beautiful lavender was barely there.
I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me, to explore his lithe body the way he explored mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop him from what he was doing.
I couldn’t bring myself to stop the pleasure until he did.
He once again brought me to the edge with just his tongue, and then he pulled away.
He wiped spit from his chin and climbed over me to cover my mouth with his.
My legs fell to the bed as his body pressed against mine.
I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, mingled with the taste I’d already grown to associate with him.
He had a unique taste I’d never be able to replicate, never be able to find anywhere else, and I knew I could easily become addicted to it.
I forced myself to pull away, to push him back onto the bed. “Did you want me to use the device on you?” I asked, my voice thick with want. I wanted to watch him fall apart on my invention. I wanted to watch him fall apart from my actions.
“Yes,” he whispered. His voice was deeper than I’d heard it all week, thickened with want and desire. “Then I want to fuck you until you find your release.”
My heart raced at the prospect of his long, slender cock filling me. If he were half as skilled with it as he was his tongue, then he would ruin me for every other lover I might encounter, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to ruin me.
I took the device from its box. He watched hungrily as I turned it on, the buzz filling the loft. “What does this one do?” he asked.
“Besides vibrate?” I asked, running the toy over his nipples.
His back arched. I took his hand and wrapped it around the length of the device before pressing another button on the base.
“It moves, imitating the thrusts of a lover.” His eyes drifted shut.
I unwrapped his fingers from the device and dragged it down the creamy skin of his torso, following its trail with my tongue. Goosebumps rose in its wake.
Unlike Oleander, I did not tease. I kissed up the length of his cock before I took it in my mouth.
He was too long to swallow to the base, or perhaps I was just too inexperienced to perform such a feat.
As I worked him with my tongue, I began pressing the toy to his hole.
He let out breathy sounds of pleasure, his hips stuttering up and down, as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted my mouth or the toy more.
When he grew desperate enough, I opened the vial of oil and slicked my invention.
I worked it inside him, and he let out a keening sound that made me desperate for another.
I pushed the button on the device that caused it to thrust, and I moved it, angling it toward that spot inside him that I knew would bring nothing but pleasure.
His cock leaked onto my tongue. His body moved of its own accord, fucking deeper into my mouth and then back onto the device.
I moved alongside him, taking him deeper, not caring that it was causing me to gag, and moving the pleasure device to match his thrusts.
“Need—” he cried out. “Please. Ca—Castien. Please.”
I pulled myself off his dick. “What do you need?”
“You,” he panted. “Need you. Please.”
“Do you—” My words fell off as I looked up at him.
His skin was flushed red, and his hole stretched around my invention.
His cock stood straight, wet with spit and precum.
He looked so beautifully debauched. He looked like an otherworldly creature, something from the heavens, so far beyond anything I should be allowed to touch.
Yet he was allowing me to touch him, allowing me to bring him this much pleasure. “How do you need me?”
“On top,” he grunted. “Please. Please, Castien.”
I slicked his cock with the same oils I’d used on the device, and then I straddled him.
I kept one hand on the base of his cock and the other on the device I was using on him.
I faced away from him so I could keep working the device.
Though I longed to see his expression, my desire for his pleasure was greater.
I felt his cock breach me, the slight burn followed by pleasure as I took him deeper.
His hands found my hips, and he helped lower me down.
I rose and lowered myself on his shaft as I worked the device into him.
He thrust up to meet me and back down onto my invention.
All that existed in that moment was him and pleasure.
All that existed were the sounds of our pleasure and the device buzzing, the smell of sex and musk and oil, the feeling of his cock working into me and sweat dripping down our skin.
Every place he touched came alive, and he was touching me everywhere.
His nails scratched down my back, sending pleasure and pain coursing through me.
His hands gripped my hips and dragged me down deeper and deeper.
Pleasure overtook me, and I could no longer focus on the device or anything but the way our bodies felt together, but the device was well made, and it kept working toward his pleasure.
He sat up, and the change of angle had me cursing and swearing and moaning.
His torso pressed against me, sweat soaked and sticky.
When his hand wrapped around my dick again, I knew that I would not last long.
It took only a few pumps of his hand before I was calling out his name and spilling my release over his fist. I felt the warmth of my seed hit my thighs, watched as it splashed onto the mattress.
“Oh Gods,” Oleander called out as my orgasm continued. I felt his cock twitch inside me, felt the irregular stutter of his hips, and then felt the heat of his release paint my insides. He kept going, past the point of sensitivity, until we were both finished.
Still, he whined as I pulled the toy from him and dismounted. “That was…”
“Otherworldly,” I supplied. There was no other word to describe what had just transpired between us.
He pulled me close, uncaring about the sticky release on my skin, and kissed me again. We kept kissing until we could no longer ignore our bodily needs and had to clean ourselves up.
Afterward, we fell back onto the bed, pressed against each other, and shared lazy kisses well into the early hours of the morning.