27. Clair #3
“Oh…oh God, Kaelus!” she moaned, grinding against him shamelessly. “Feels so good! I can’t…can’t help it! So close…to coming.”
“Come for me, Lissa’ra,” he growled and then redoubled his efforts, teasing and sucking and circling her clit until she felt like she was going to explode.
Her thighs trembled around his head and Clair rocked against his mouth, chasing the coiling tension.
It built, higher and tighter, until it snapped with a sudden, violent intensity that almost made her faint.
Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she came with a cry, her inner walls spasming wildly around his invading tongue.
“Oh…oh, Kaelus!” she moaned, rocking against him. “Oh God, yes!”
When the last tremor subsided, she slumped forward, for a moment panting. Part of her couldn’t believe what she’d just done—had she really straddled her coworker’s face and let him eat her pussy? This was so far past what they had agreed to do on this mission. And yet, she still wasn’t done.
She lifted herself off him, her body humming with aftershocks and looked into his eyes, hoping to see gold.
Only hellish, hungry red stared back. The brief moment of clarity he’d had before he tasted her was gone. The beast was fully in command, and it had been teased past all endurance.
“What are you waiting for, baby?” he growled, his eyes burning into hers. “Come here and ride my cock!”
There was no more time for preparation or for hesitation, Clair realized. This was it—if she didn’t deliver the cure soon, she might lose the big Hybrid forever.
She swung her leg over, positioning herself above his hips. The thick, angry length of his cock stood straight up, still glistening from where she’d sucked him. It looked impossible to take but Clair wasn’t going to back down now.
He prepared you. You can do this, she told herself firmly.
Holding her breath, she guided the broad, blunt head to her entrance and sank slowly down.
The stretch was immediate—a burning fullness that stole the breath from her lungs. Clair was certain she wouldn’t have been able to stand it if Kaelus hadn’t tasted her first.
The compounds in his saliva were helping her stretch, but it still wasn’t easy to take something this huge. She moaned softly, forcing herself to relax, to yield as she took him in.
Inch by torturous inch, she impaled herself on the enormous cock, feeling her inner walls strain to accommodate his thick girth. A faint, tingling warmth spread from where they joined—the compounds from his saliva, maybe, working frantically to help her tissues stretch.
As she struggled, Kaelus was watching her, his red eyes filled with lust.
“That’s right, baby, come down on me—stretch that little pussy out on my cock,” he growled. “Do you like feeling my cock inside you? Do you like fucking yourself on me?”
Part of Clair still couldn’t believe her logical, controlled lab partner was saying these hot, intense things to her. Had Kaelus locked up this part of himself in order to concentrate on logic and science? Had it always been a part of him?
“Come on, Lissa’ra—come all the way down. Let me feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock,” he rumbled.
“I…I’m trying,” Clair moaned. “You’re so…so big.”
“And you’re so tight.” His red eyes were lazy with lust. “Love to feel you taking me, baby—love to feel your sweet cunt sucking on my cock.”
Clair bit her lip and kept going. She was determined to take everything but his mating fist—that was a step too far, she told herself. Even with his compounds helping her stretch, she didn’t think she could take that fist-sized knot of flesh into her pussy.
Somehow, miraculously, she took him—all but the Fist, until her hips met his, and she was fully seated, stuffed to the point of pain bordering on pleasure.
“Fuck,” Kaelus breathed beneath her, his eyes glowing like hot coals. “Look at you. Taking all of me like a good little girl. My perfect, tight little cunt, stretched wide open for my cock.”
His crude words were a dark counterpoint to the overwhelming physical connection between them.
Part of Clair couldn’t believe she was sitting here in her grumpy lab partner’s lap with his cock deep inside her as she prepared to fuck him, but another, larger part realized there was no going back now.
She braced her hands on his chest and began to move.
She rose up, the friction exquisitely intense, then sank back down, taking him deep. She did it again…and then again.
“That’s right, Lissa’ra,” Kael growled, his red eyes burning into hers. “Fuck yourself on me! Fuck yourself on my cock until I come deep in that pretty little pussy of yours.”
Clair did as he ordered, bracing herself on his broad shoulders and rolling her hips. Somehow she found a rhythm—a slow, grinding ride that sent sparks of sensation through her entire body. All the while, Kaelus kept talking—telling her the dirtiest things she’d ever heard.
“Gonna fuck you harder than that,” he promised, his hips bucking up to meet her downward stroke, driving a gasp from her lips. “Gonna bend you over and pound that sweet ass too. Gonna fill every hole you have. Mark you inside and out. Make you drip with my cum for days.”
Clair couldn’t answer—she was too busy moaning as she impaled herself over and over on his thickness.
She could feel the base of his shaft—the pronounced ridge of what the Kindred called the mating fist or bonding knot—bumping against her entrance with every descent. It was much thicker than the rest of his shaft—a final barrier she knew, instinctively, she could not cross.
But despite her certainty that she couldn’t take the knot, she was getting surprisingly close.
The friction coupled with Kaelus’s hot, dirty words in her ear and the sheer reckless danger of it all was winding the coil of her pleasure tight once more.
She rode him faster, her moans joining his growls.