Chapter Thirty-Five
TALIK
“You promised me a kiss.” His voice was low and throaty. Talik wrapped his hand around Khalida’s braids and gripped them. He was barely breathing as she stared at him. It was just him and Khalida. The world, as far as he was concerned, could burn.
His heart quickened as she encircled her hand around him, her fingers barely touching.
She tightened her grip as she licked at the drop of cum on his member. A smile edged her lips. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint,” Khalida said. She looked up as she stroked him. “Now, what do you say?”
She softly blew on the tip.
His body tensed, arching toward her mouth involuntarily. Wanting more. Needing the warmth of her mouth. “Fuck, Khalida.”
“Close enough.”
She opened her mouth and sucked him down as if she had been dying to taste him, and he was the only one who could sate her desire.
As if he was the only substance she needed.
He closed his eyes, his body tense with need and anticipation as he filled her mouth.
If he watched her, he was going to embarrass himself and come.
He found his fingers instantly tangled in her hair as she softly hummed against him, the vibration making him harder than he had ever been before. Retaliating, he tugged at her braids, trying to regain some semblance of control, holding her still as he began to slowly fuck her mouth.
She moaned, and the delightful sound made his balls tighten as his abdomen clenched in anticipation. He was so fucking close.
But that was exactly what Khalida wanted. For him to beg. He wasn’t above it, not when this was the closest thing to a human heaven he was going to get to. She cupped his balls, her nails grazing the too sensitive flesh as her mouth messily worked the rest of him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.”
Khalida didn’t slow down. Her hungry mouth demanded more. Khalida’s teeth grazed the underside of his cock, giving him a hint of the pleasure and pain he could never get enough of. Especially when it was coming from Khalida.
He could scent her desire growing, her mouth glistening with saliva and his cum. “Kiki, show me how wet you are.”
She glanced up at him as if she wanted to say no, but he pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Be a good girl and show me.”
Her teeth flashed in the light, but she obeyed him, her hand slowly sliding down her stomach until it reached the top of her pants. Forgetting how to breathe, he tugged at her braids harder this time—not quite sure who he was punishing. Himself or Khalida.
His cock strained, needing to be back in Khalida’s mouth, but he wasn’t done yet.
Her hand disappeared down her pants, her gaze defiant as she slowly brought her hand up, her fingers glistening in the light.
“Lick it.”
She instantly obeyed, opening her mouth, her tongue flicking at her long fingers as she sucked every last drop.
Fuck. It was too much. He needed to taste her.
Talik pulled her up and claimed a kiss before she could protest. He tasted himself and her on his tongue.
Khalida’s nails bit into his biceps as she pushed him back against the wall.
Annoyance flashed across her face as she wiped the corner of her mouth, her tongue licking the drops of cum off her face. “I wasn’t finished.”
“You can play later.”
He didn’t wait for a response as he lifted Khalida up before he wrapped her legs around his waist. The friction of her damp pants sent his cock into overdrive. Each step toward the bed was sweet agony.
She returned his kisses with the passion of a raging inferno. Their teeth and tongues dueled as both of them fought for dominance. It was a dance he knew better than the forgotten scars on his body. One that had haunted his dreams for longer than he could remember.
“Fuck, you are so wet. I can feel it through your pants.”
Khalida tried to wiggle away from him, but he clamped down on her, refusing to let her adjust. If there was any more friction, he was going to come in an inglorious mess, all over Khalida and himself. Just like their first time.
He slowly lowered Khalida onto the edge of the bed before he pushed her onto her back, moving her so he had full access to her.
“Pants off,” he growled. He almost didn’t recognize his own voice.
Khalida flashed him a wicked smile as she unhurriedly unbuttoned her pants. Each move was designed to tease and taunt him.
He reached out, too impatient to wait, and nipped her on her stomach without warning before he grabbed the band of her pants and pulled them down. Hard.
“I will buy you new pants,” he muttered, more to himself than Khalida. Too distracted by the pussy laid bare in front of him.
Khalida moaned as she lifted her hips.
“Fucking boots,” he muttered as he pulled the pants as far as they would go, hitting the top of her combat boots.
He pushed her knees apart, opening her up like his favorite present.
His heart raced as he traced the outline of her seam, the damp silver-blonde curls parting under his ministrations. “So fucking pretty.”
She lifted her hips, showcasing her pussy for him like it was a holy offering, knowing that it was the only altar he would worship.
“Hands above your head.”
Khalida’s pussy quivered and more wetness coated the curls. He hadn’t even touched her yet. “What is my name?”
“Talik.”
Fuck, he was in the sweetest pain, and watching Khalida was making him harder.
He swiped his slit, a droplet of cum on his thumb, before he slipped a finger into her warmth as he slowly circled her clit with his damp thumb.
She arched her back and groaned. The sound was music to him, urging him onwards.
“More.”
Talik laughed at the demand and obliged, slipping a second finger in as he cupped her.
He leaned over and licked the small, engorged bud, sucking at it as Khalida shuddered.
She tried to spread her legs but was restricted by her pants holding her in place.
She tensed under him, shuddering as her breathing grew rapid.
All he could focus on was making her come, making sure she screamed his name as he marked her the same way she had marked him.
So deeply that it was an integral part of him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered against her cunt, flicking his tongue after each word. “You are so fucking wet and perfect.”
“Please.”
It was a whisper. The softest caress that danced along his skin. “Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
He tapped her clit with his finger. “Ask me nicely.”
Her eyes flashed with annoyance and desire as she snarled at him. He didn’t know if it was because she was on edge or annoyed that he was making her beg. Either worked for him.
“Please, Talik, fuck me with your giant cock. Make me come. Hard.”
He laughed against her mound. The vibration setting her off as she arched off the bed higher than before. “Compliments will get you everywhere. All you had to do was ask.”
Flipping her over to her stomach, he pushed her until she was on her knees and her ass was in the air, and she was entirely under his control.
He traced her back, his nails dragging along her skin through the thin shirt as he nipped her ass hard enough to leave a mark, taking immense delight as she gasped at the pleasure and pain.
Wrapping his hand around his cock, he winced at the sensitive flesh as he slowly worked himself with Khalida’s wetness, using her pussy to coat himself. She turned to watch him with wide eyes as she licked her lips, her beautiful mouth open in a perfect circle.
“Please,” she whispered as she tried to push back. He held her still, his grip tightened as his nails dug into her flesh.
The bloom of a bruise and teeth marks appeared and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Atlantean healing.
He placed his cock at her entrance as he gently used his thumb to rim her, softly playing with her. The alternating pressure sped up her breathing.
Fuck, he could stay there all day—teasing her and watching her quickly unravel under his fingertips and his command. It was the only time she was ever submissive, although he doubted he would say that to her face. Not without the risk of being penetrated, and not in the way they would both enjoy.
“Are you on birth control?” Talik asked. At least he hadn’t lost all sense. Atlantean immunity protected them against most human viruses and diseases. Accidental pregnancy was another thing.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to come, but I’m going to let you choose. On you or in you?”
Khalida murmured something into the bed that he couldn’t quite understand.
He half took a step back.
“No,” Khalida gasped, the soft protest shaking her head as she reluctantly registered what he was doing.
He wanted to make sure she knew it was her choice.
“With your words.”
“Fuck.”
“That is what I am trying to do, Kiki, but you seem to have other ideas,” Talik teased, as he gently rubbed the tip of his cock along her seam. It felt so damn good, soft and inviting. Everything he had missed.
Glutton for punishment and masochist—that is what he was when it came down to it. It was the only way to explain why he wasn’t already inside Khalida.
“In me.”
“See, that wasn’t too hard.”
Khalida choked. “Are you actually going to fuck me or just talk about it?”
That was his girl. He wasn’t done playing. Unfortunately he didn’t think he would last long, no matter how much he wanted to draw out Khalida’s pleasure. But he was always up for the challenge.
He slowly moved forward, and agonizingly slow, he entered her.
She clenched around him, her pussy weeping against his cock, begging for him to move faster.
He could barely breathe as he tried to control himself.
Everything in him wanted to dominate and claim Khalida, make her his in every way possible.
A long-forgotten animal instinct rushed to the forefront.
It was at war within him. The desire to remain in control and be the reason she fell apart.
Khalida pushed back, but he held her firmly in place, forcing her to wait. He moved slower, filling her as she clenched her fists, grasping at the satin sheets as she writhed. Just like the good girl he knew she was. Her perfect pussy stretched around him, clasping him like a glove.
He slowly pulled out of her. The cool air on the end of his cock made him want to scream before sliding straight into her. Hard.
“Talik!”
Her body shook as she quickly adjusted to him, clenching him. It felt like home.
Every part of him stilled as a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead. His body shook from the control he was trying to exert. He wanted to savor the moment, remember how she fit him like a glove.
She grabbed the hand on her hip, moving it so he brushed her clit. Defiantly, she looked at him. The challenge was clear. “I thought you wanted to make me scream.”
Talik chuckled before flicking her clit. “I wouldn’t dare disobey.”
“Good.”
Sweat coated Khalida’s body as her shirt continued to ride up her back, as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. His fingers circled her clit, edging her toward her orgasm, making her want more with each touch.
Khalida’s scent deepened as pleasure rolled off her in waves. Her breathing became erratic as her body trembled. She was so damn close; he could almost taste it.
“My name, princess,” he grunted, his balls tightening as he fought the urge to come. Not until Khalida had finished, and he could taste it on his fingers.
She shuddered, her stomach tensing as a wave of pleasure seemed to roll through her.
This time, she didn’t fight the demand.
“Talik!” Khalida screamed into the bed; the sheets muffled the sound.
It was what he needed.
He thrust harder, his hands at her hips, holding her in place as he chased the orgasm, pushing deeper as his body shuddered.
All his energy was depleted as he collapsed next to Khalida, pulling her across him.
He held on to her tightly, not knowing if this was another dream designed to break him.