Chapter 7 Elana
Before I tip over the edge into bliss, I stop Rotten’s hand and pull away from the kiss.
His eyes widen in concern. I’ve never messed around with anyone who locked in on my pleasure like he has.
I feel like I could ask anything of him now and he would readily comply.
It fills me with a delicious sense of power, but also responsibility.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I tell him.
“You don’t?” He sounds incredulous.
“Soon.”
“You don’t have to wait. I can make you come multiple times.”
“I’m sure you can, baby.” I smile.
He looks like he wants to argue some more.
“I want you inside me when I come,” I explain. His expression grows wicked.
“Of course you do.” He begins palming his dick, anticipation glimmering in his eyes.
I tap his hand away with the foot that was resting on his thigh. He looks confused.
“Not with that. At least not yet. You need to get me ready first.”
“Haven’t we been doing that?” he asks.
“Yeah, but I mean, you really need to make sure. I’ve never taken anything like you before.” I motion at his monster cock.
Technically, it’s not monstrous. It’s only a little longer than a human man’s, but the girth is significantly bigger.
His lips curl into a smug grin.
“Are you going to tell me how to get you ready? It seems like you found your words.”
I suck in a breath. Without realizing it, we’ve been conversing for a while, without me getting awkward—even during sex talk! This is a major achievement for me. I push down the self-consciousness that now threatens and focus on what I want to say.
“Fuck me with your fingers first.”
He grins wider.
I move off him completely and lie back on the lounger. I bend my knees and spread my legs, never breaking eye contact with him. I love how excited he looks, like he’s barely able to keep his desire leashed. He climbs over me, eyes flashing and watching me.
In an instant, I feel the hard press of his finger at my slit. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for permission to continue.
“Start with two fingers. Go ahead.”
His fingers are thicker and longer than an ordinary human’s and I feel a delicious stretch as he pushes inside me. I arch into the penetration instinctively, wanting more. He grunts in satisfaction, then pulls back and thrusts deeper.
“Ahhhhhh,” I can’t manage more than that.
He pushes his fingers deeper this time, harder, and pleasure washes through me. I reach down to rub my clit as Rotten fucks me with his fingers. His eyes gleam. His free hand reaches to caress my chest, and I grab it and guide it to my breast.
“Pinch,” I tell him, and he presses my nipple.
Hot pleasure spikes through me, and I can feel the orgasm I’ve been holding back starting to break through.
“Fuck me hard,” I gasp.
“Yes,” he replies.
He pumps his fingers in me faster and stronger until my climax bursts through me and I shout and grab his wrist and ride out the soul-wracking aftershocks that clench through my body.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
“You’re beautiful,” I sigh. I should probably be embarrassed, but he looks pleased by my praise. I push myself up and run a finger down his chest. His eyes flutter shut as I touch him. He’s been so good to me, so patient, and I want to reward him.
“Do you want to come in me now? You’ve been so good, Rotten,”
His skin is hot to the touch and damp with exertion. I trail down to his rock-hard cock.
“Yes.”
“Go on then, fill me up.”
He lets out a growly noise and moves quickly to position himself over me. He holds his cock in his hand, ready at my entrance, then gives me one last look. A question. A plea. I nod, then he’s pushing into me.
Holy stars! Even with all the preparation, his cock is a stretch.
I spread my legs wider and even use my hands to open myself.
There’s just so much of him to take. I love every inch of him inside me; the pressure of being so full, I can’t think of anything else.
And then he pulls back and thrusts into me.
I see fireworks. Angels might actually be singing.
I look up at Rotten, amazed by the Xanxian above me.
He’s laser-focused on me as he thrusts again, only wavering when something feels so good he has to close his eyes.
Even as he takes his pleasure in my body, he’s giving.
I can feel it in the way he’s holding and watching me with awe and appreciation.
He’s offering his time, his patience, care, and OHHH, he hits a spot deep inside me that feels like magic.
Like, so good it’s spiritual. And okay, I know I haven’t slept with someone in a while, but I’ve never had this kind of reaction to another person before.
It’s like my soul has met its true match.
Ohmigod. What would Rotten say if he knew what I was thinking? He’d probably shove me out of the escape hatch. No one wants a clingy stranger, especially not a weird, nerdy one like me. No matter what happens, I can’t tell him about the sudden ridiculous attachment I feel for him.
I clamp my mouth shut, and he seems to notice my change in expression.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, slowing down his rhythm. I don’t want him to slow down, I want him to fuck these annoying thoughts right out of me, but I can’t say that, so I settle for a mumbled, “Mmmhhmm.”
“It’s good?” he continues.
I nod. It is good.
“Should I slow down?”
I shake my head vigorously, and he smiles.
“Faster?”
I nod again. He pumps into me faster, and I throw my head back. Damn, he’s good at that. He watches my reaction and keeps going. He hits that magic spot inside me again, and I relax into the joy of it. I’ll deal with my feelings later. Now it’s time to surrender to pleasure.