Chapter Twenty-Five - Teagan
Ican’t look away from the sight of Sen kneeling.
His hands rest on his strong thighs, the bottle of lube sitting in his open palm. Every inch of him is perfect, not like a cold, unfeeling statue.
He’s art in its purest, most wild form.
Every breath that slips past my lips is loud in the intimate darkness. A hint of light peeks from between the curtains, touching the curves of his shoulders and the outlines of his body, so he shines like tarnished gold.
But within the shadows that caress him, Sen is a subject no artist would ever be able to replicate.
Excitement bubbles in my veins. The same type of thrill as when we climbed the defunct communication tower. Or when I painted a wall in all his colours.
I reach for Sen, his possessive, heated stare boring into me—the corner of his lip tilts up in a teasing dare—and I twirl a finger around a lock of his decadent black hair.
And shiver.
I count each lash, search his face as if it’s my first time seeing the dark stubble on his jaw, the strong column of his neck and every defined muscle in his upper body. So fucking curious to see what he looks like without his grey sweats.
I swallow, not bothering to hide how excited he’s making me. I might not be hard, but we both know I want it.
And from the bulge in Sen’s sweats, he wants it just as much.
His focus is singularly locked on me, and having him on his knees is so fucking…
“And I…can do whatever I want?” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath, rubbing the silk of Sen’s hair between two fingers.
“Teagan.” He says my name like it’s a sweet he wants to suck on. “I am all yours.”
I rip my T-shirt off. “Only fair, right?” I say, taking that lock of hair again.
A low groan leaves Sen as he pushes toward me. “Only fair.”
But like a leash on something fanged and dangerous, the lock of hair I’ve got wrapped around my finger goes taut—stopping Sen from pushing his face into my stomach.
He grunts, then inches away from my skin, heated by the hot air pushed from his lungs, as he sits back on his heels.
My eyes widen at the power trip, the tension in the room thickening. Saliva pools in my mouth so I have to keep swallowing.
“Nice tattoo.” Sen’s hushed voice is as indulgent as melted dark chocolate, as his gaze scans my chest and the wings stamped there. “Who gave it to you?”
“Jealous?”
“That someone else got to touch you?” His eyes darken. “Yes.”
I let loose an excited whimper, and without giving it much thought, I let go of his silky strands so I can pull down my jeans and underwear in one motion, kicking them away.
I go to look back down at Sen, then freeze at the soft cock between my legs.
I’d forgotten about it for a moment. Sickly frustration and shame knot in my stomach. I don’t want Sen, who’s so obviously hard and the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, to rethink what we’re doing. But more than anything, I just fucking hate that my body is betraying me.
Sen groans, his large hands grabbing my thighs and stroking up. He shoves his face into my hip and mouths my skin. “Fuck, Teagan,” he moans, leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses, “I just want to taste you.”
Whatever I was feeling before is swallowed by a wave of desire that nearly bowls me over.
For a split second, I think about just falling into his lap and riding his sizeable bulge.
But I want this to last; it’s been too long since I enjoyed sex, and the anticipation of making Sen wait—making me wait—is even better.
So, with that single strand of hair—slowly, gradually, I pull him back. He follows, his face stormy with need. A wet spot grows on his sweats where his dick is. My veins flood with a buzzing rush that leaves me lightheaded.
“I didn’t say you could touch me…” I whisper.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” Sen replies, dark as the shadows he’s draped in.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, gaze dragging all over his body, so much to explore and touch and taste.
“Hand me the lube,” I tell him, grinning and voice shaking.
Sen lifts the clear bottle to his lips, runs it across his mouth, and I track every movement before he slowly presents it to me.
Swallowing, and with a hand trembling from eagerness, I take it.
“You asked about my prostate?” I ask quietly, snicking open the lube. The clear liquid catches the barely-there light as I pour, so as it drips across my fingers, my dark skin shines pearlescent black.
For a split second, I imagine painting us. I think about the colours and the lighting, the shapes and melding two bodies into one. I think about how fucking hot it’d be.
“Slip those pretty, slick fingers inside yourself,” he purrs. “Find your prostate, and I promise…” he watches the lube drool down my wrist and runs his tongue along his teeth. “You’ll feel so fucking good it won’t matter how hard you are.”
Our eyes lock. Clash. Pull under a torrent of desire so strong I don’t think either of us will survive it.
Without looking away—without Sen blinking—I drop my back against the wall, the painted arms that hunger and claw surrounding me. Slowly, I raise my foot and rest it on Sen’s shoulder.
“You’ll help me out, won’t you, slick?” I ask, my husky voice stretching out each word.
He curses as if I burnt him.
I spread my other leg wide, tilt my hips, then run my lubed hand down my stomach, leaving a trail behind that makes my skin glow. “Like this?”
“Fuck, Teagan.”
He lunges forward, but I stop him by tugging on that lock still twisted around my finger.
“You…” he breathes. His forehead is dotted with beads of sweat.
My fingers pass over my soft cock, something I used to shy away from, but Sen eyes it like there’s nothing else in this world he’d like to taste.
“Me, what?” I tease, stroking my balls, getting them wet with lube before I go further. Pass my taint, then let out the smallest moaning gasp as I circle my rim.
“You are so naughty, Teagan.” The corner of his mouth grows into a devilish smile.
“And you like it?” Looking down at Sen, I bite the corner of my lower lip.
“I. Fucking. Love. It.”
Then I slide my finger past my ring of muscle—inside my tight, hot hole—and we moan in unison. Sen thrusts his hips up, the wet patch on his sweats growing.
“That’s right,” Sen tells me, eyes locked on my finger probing in and out of my hole.
My soft cock aches, like it’s trying to get hard but doesn’t remember how. I don’t let it bother me; I’m too busy watching Sen being held back by a single lock of hair, and losing myself to the pleasure of clenching around something, even if I want more. Want bigger. Thicker.
I go to add a second finger, but he stops me by saying, “No, go slow, sweetheart. Just feel it. You aren’t prepping yourself. You’re just playing with yourself and driving me insane.”
I gasp, moan, then nod, my toes digging into the meat of his back as I rub my inner walls, shuddering when I find that bundle of nerves. My head drops back, and my neck stretches as I let out a long moan.
“That’s right, Teagan, fuck. That’s right, you keep feeling that,” Sen instructs me as I massage my prostate, my hips waving with each glide. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
“Sen…”
“I know,” he breathes, his hot breath running over the hair on my legs. His lips close to my skin. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I nod, pulling on his hair so he can press his lips against my thigh. And he does, sucking and licking, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, moaning like I’d denied him something for too long and now he gets to gorge.
The need for more becomes too great, and soon I’m pulling my fingers out to tangle both hands in his hair, then tell him, “Do it. Do it for me.”
Sen growls as he lunges at me, one hand going under my thigh to hold it up and spread me wider. His mouth opens towards my soft cock, and I have a sudden, sharp sense of shyness. I’m about to push him away when he engulfs me.
Sen moans and sucks, hollowing his cheeks as he runs his tongue along my sensitive foreskin.
I cry, then choke out a groan when two of his long fingers fill my lubed hole. “Sen!”
Pleasure pulses from my cock, a pleasure I never expected to feel while I couldn’t get hard. It grows as Sen fingers me, his tongue swirling around my cock, dipping past my foreskin to roll around my cockhead in a sloppy kiss.
“Oh my god,” I thrust into his mouth. “Oh fuck. Sen. Fuck. I…” I ride his fingers rubbing against my prostate, and then I’m screaming, “Fuck! I’m cumming? Oh fuck, I’m actually cumming!”
My eyes squeeze tight, my hips thrust down onto his probing fingers, my cock swallowed by his humming mouth, then a rush of cum shudders out of me.
Spit rolls down my chin as I yell open-mouthed at the ceiling. Floods of pleasure crash against my body like I’m being pulled underwater.
My orgasm comes fast, but it retreats slowly, drifting away from my shores as I slide down the wall, gasping for breath.
Sen swallows, then pulls off, smirking with a tent in his sweats. “Good?”
A lazy laugh spills out of me. “Sure, it was okay.”
Sen’s eyes sparkle. “Only okay? I guess I’ll have to do it again to improve my rating.”
“Oh no. Anything but that.”
Limbs like jelly, I reach for his sweats. “Let me make you feel good.”
“You don’t have to,” Sen says even as he helps me pull the waistband down his ass, his impressive cock springing out.
“But I can do what I want, right?” I shoot him a loopy grin. “You can say ‘no’, ‘stop’, ‘I don’t like that’. You’re not allowed to say I don’t have to.”
Sen starts to say something, but when I wrap my fingers around the hot length of his cock, he instead groans.
“You get everything you want,” he bites out as I stroke down.
“Then I want you to cum,” I tease, stroking up. “I want you to make me so fucking messy.”
Sen curses, his palms stroking up and down my thighs, groping my waist then gliding up to my chest. His fingers tweak my nipples, making me shiver. “Fuck, so good, sweetheart.”
“And you have to…” I whisper, grinning. Having so much damn fun. “Because I said so. Because I want it.” I reach forward, nip his lip. “And you gotta do everything I say.”
Grabbing the sides of my face, Sen hauls me in for a kiss as if he’s trying to swallow me whole. Sucking on my tongue as he sucked on my cock, letting me taste myself.
My fist pumps faster, stroking his spongy cockhead. He curses into me, presses his forehead into mine and with his eyes squeezed tight, he cums hard across my knuckles.
He moans, body shuddering as he continues to spill until his bunched muscles relax. Pouring his hot breaths against my lips.
With a mischievous grin, I take my hand off his cock. His burning gaze shoots to mine as I bring my palm up to flick my tongue over my fingers covered in his release. “Yummy.”
“Fuck, Teagan…” he groans, then chuckles. “You naughty fucking boy.”
Without a word, Sen opens his arms, and I fall into the space between his legs, his embrace tight around my middle.
“Good?” Sen asks, kissing my temple.
I snuggle closer, smiling into his warm chest, relaxed and sleepy.
“Good,” he replies as if I’d answered, cradling me close to his heart.