33. Hyacinth #2
He slowly runs the head of his cock against my tongue, then pushes into my mouth with a groan. “Take it,” he orders, going deeper until his cock is bumping against the back of my throat.
I hum in contentment, licking along his length even as the air grows thin in my lungs. I love being overwhelmed by him. I love having to think of nothing but him.
My own cock starts to grow hard, but I don’t bother moving my hands. Zane will notice and do something about it, or not. It doesn’t matter either way.
He doesn’t hesitate before pushing into my throat, and I swallow around him to ease the way.
“You look beautiful like this,” Zane murmurs. “Not as good as on the cross, but good. I like seeing you take my cock like it’s the best thing you ever tasted.”
Because it is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’d answer if my mouth wasn’t stuffed full. I pull back a small bit to get air, then I take him again, sucking with even more enthusiasm than before.
If Zane had asked me to, I would have done this in front of Dante and Avery.
I’d do it in front of anyone.
Zane lets me take the lead at first, then his grip tightens on my hair as he takes control. He pauses deep in my throat, so deep my nose is pressed against his pubic hair, and he groans as I swallow again.
He takes a moment before letting me up, until the need to breathe is starting to get more urgent.
My head grows fuzzy with desire, and I groan as my lungs burn from lack of air.
I’m completely swimming in Zane.
After a few minutes of this push and pull, of this delicious denial, he pulls me completely off of his cock.
“Grab the lube,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “Now.” He pulls me up by my hair.
It’s a struggle to stand, with the desire swimming in me and my legs shaky, but I want to obey. I find the lube stashed in the nearby cabinet and hand it to him. As soon as my hands are free, I strip off my underwear, not bothering to remove my skirt.
Zane’s eyes devour me, taking me in from head to toe. “Don’t jostle your shoulder.” He reaches out to help pull me into his lap. “Get me lubed up, or I’m taking you like you are right now.”
I grin at him. “Would that be a bad thing?”
But I extend my hand so he can pour lube onto it. The gel glistens as I slather it over his rigid cock. I take great care in caressing every inch and lovingly tracing the veins. His cock pulses in my hand, like he’s only a breath away from coming.
He hisses in a breath. “Don’t tease,” he warns. “You’re still hurt, but I’m adding infractions for when you aren’t.”
I lean in and mouth along his throat. “Again, is that a bad thing?”
I do remove my hand, though, because not a single bone in my body wants to disobey him.
“It depends on whether you want the fun version or the version where I lock your pretty cock up for a few weeks and don’t let you come while I play with you over and over again,” Zane replies, his hands going to my hips. “Up. I need your ass.”
I’m not usually one for denying myself, but there’s something alluring about giving even control of my orgasms over to Zane. I wouldn’t hate it.
I also think it would be easy to escape a cock cage if I put my mind to it.
I lift my hips up and straddle him. I need to shift the fabric of my skirt, and my cock ends up trapped in the folds.
Zane guides his cock to my hole, then starts to slowly lower me down onto it. His expression is intent as he watches my face, and he murmurs, “You’re so beautiful like this.” Then he pushes me down onto his cock all at once, forcing me to take every inch without so much as a warning.
I groan and wrap my arms around him. My wound pulses with dulled pain, but I don’t care. It only complements the deep stretch I get.
I open my mouth and lean in. For a fraction of a second I hesitate, remembering how Keith hated it when I took initiative.
Zane meets me halfway, crushing his lips against mine. He wraps an arm around my uninjured side. “Ride me, Sin. Show me how much you want this. How much you want me.”
I nod, my lips sliding against his, and lift my hips. His cock drags along my insides, a long, slow pleasure filling me to the brim. I slide down again, slowly.
I don’t think Mom ever imagined I’d use all my squat exercises for this kind of workout.
Zane places a hand under my shirt, flat on my stomach. I tighten my core so I can stay balanced on top of him as I keep moving, every slow draw punctuated by the intense pleasure of his cock thrusting against my prostate.
He groans, his hand sliding up to toy with one of my nipple rings. The touch is gentle at first, but before I can protest, he pinches my nipple and twists it hard enough to elicit a moan from me.
He starts to meet my movements, thrusting up into me even as I ride him, and he leans in to kiss me again before murmuring against my lips, “Touch yourself. I want to see you come, just like this.”
I nod and push my skirt aside to expose my cock. It’s already dripping with precum, and I know I won’t last much longer. I grip myself, inhaling sharply to stave off an embarrassing reaction, and then give myself a slow stroke.
Riding Zane and jerking myself off at the same time is an extreme test of coordination. I end up stroking down as I sink down, then up again as I raise my thighs and tighten my hole.
“I’m close,” I warn Zane in a soft voice.
“Good,” he replies. “I want you to. I want to feel you clench around me.” He twists my nipple again. “Come for me, Sin.”
The order makes something in me snap. I sink down onto him and speed up my hand, and in two more seconds, the pleasure slams into me.
The pure bliss of knowing I’m doing this, for him, that he wants me, that he let me kneel for him in front of his men and my family and that he was willing to destroy everything for me.
I let out a long moan as I spill all over my hand and my skirt, my ass clenching tightly around his cock. I need him to come inside me. I need to make him feel even half as good as he makes me feel.
He hisses in a breath when I tighten around him, and he abandons all pretense of letting me fuck myself on his cock. His hands go to my hips, and he starts to bounce me up and down, thrusting into me over and over until he’s filling me with his heat with a groan.
“Fuck,” he mutters, kissing my throat before biting and sucking at the skin.
I cling to him, utterly exhausted, but satisfied in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
It was impromptu, barely a scene, but…
This might have been the best sex I’ve ever had.
My eyes get prickly, but I refuse to cry. Zane might like my tears, but this is too pathetic. I’ll make him work for them.
Our breathing slows. I want to fall asleep with his cock in my ass, but this is not the time or position for it.