12. Astraea #3
“Fuck,” Kyros breathes, looking around. His skin is glistening with beaded moisture, tunic gone and trousers untied, hanging dangerously low.
My heart is thundering, thighs and hand are still quivering as I notice the thickness of his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants.
“I—sorry. I was distracted and thought I heard—” His eyes catch again on my hand, still covering my core.
“I thought you were in danger.” His dark eyes meet mine, and something bold overtakes me with the way his velvet gaze warms. What if he really was chasing the same release as me?
I dip my fingers back into the heat of my arousal, and I toy with myself. The tenderness of the sensitive bud makes my body quiver with the reminder of my recent release. Kyros takes another step into the bathing chamber, his eyes never leaving mine. As I circle my clit, both of our breaths hitch.
“Shula,” he says breathlessly, dropping his eyes again to my hand. I circle again, dipping into my opening, lips parting on a gasp as he lifts his gaze to mine.
“Kyros,” I moan as I keep my clit trapped under the pressure of my fingers.
“Fuck.” He curses again, but his hand reaches into the front of his trousers as he continues to watch me writhe with every circle of my fingers.
My tongue juts out, wetting my lips as he pushes out of his pants and stands before me bare.
This is wrong. So wrong. But I don't care.
I swallow down every warning that says this is a bad idea, and I reach for him.
My fingers glide up his muscular thigh and replace his hand on his shaft. He groans as my fingers wrap around his thick pulsing cock. The ache between my thighs only intensifies as I pump my hand over his swollen tip, spreading the bead of moisture that's gathered there over his crown.
“Shula,” his voice trembles as he threads his hand into my hair, and I come to kneel before him in the water.
He looks down at me as I look up. I don't want to think about anything in the past. I just want him right now.
I want to forget how my heart still aches and how my mind spins every time I think about everything we have yet to talk about.
His cock still in my hand, I line it up with my mouth before I open for him.
Flattening my tongue, I let myself taste the salt of his arousal seeping from the crease at his tip.
“Divine.” His head falls back as he prays to the Gods, and I take him into my mouth.
I swallow around his cock, hollowing my cheeks and running my tongue along the thick vein that runs along the bottom of his length.
The grip he has on my hair tightens as I work him with my mouth and hands.
It’s when I look up to see him watching me that I whimper under his gaze.
He twitches, pushing deeper into my mouth at the sound.
Eyes filling with tears, I try to blink them free to watch him as he pumps into my throat.
My fingers find my clit as I allow him to use me.
Every time he stretches my throat, I tighten my circling fingers, quickening my movements, and my thighs shake as my release builds with every second that passes.
Right before my second orgasm hits me, Kyros wrenches me up to my feet.
Water spills over the edge, soaking the floor and everything surrounding the tub, but nothing else matters.
His lips find mine as he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his hips, arms bracing on his shoulders as he steps into the bath.
His throbbing cock is heavy between us. With no shame, I grind myself along the underside of it.
Coating him with my wetness. He growls into my neck, sucking on my skin and nipping along the column of it.
“I need you.” He says desperately, pushing back to look into my eyes, both of his hands bracketing my face.
I don’t know how I feel hearing that, but my heart races and the heat that lives in my chest around him blazes.
“Please, tell me you need me too, Shula. You need this.” Tears fall from my eyes as I nod, because like it or not, I feel the need he does, even if I don't understand it.
I want it. I want this even if it's angry and bitter. I need him right now.
He lines himself up with my entrance, and his lips find mine as he pushes into me.
He devours my gasp as he stretches me, mumbling reassurances into my mouth with every thrust of his hips.
My nails leave crescent moons in his skin as he lowers to the tub and water sloshes around us as we continue to move.
The angle changes as he guides my hips on his cock.
I refuse to hold back any longer, and with that decision, my release hits me hard and fast. I scream as my head falls back.
Kyros sinks his teeth into the flesh of the top of my breast, and he pulses and stills inside of me.
When I finally look down, I swear Kyros’ features sharpen as he licks at the mark he left on my skin with his teeth. Shadows dance through his eyes before he leans forward; his fingers tremble as they brush the wet hair away from my face and kisses me gently.
“Let me clean you up and get you to bed.” He whispers in my ear, and I lean back, looking into his eyes and nodding. I'm too tired to give anything else, and though the ache in my core is satiated, that stubborn pain in my heart has only doubled.