Chapter 51
Fifty-one
Zellie
Slipping out of the thin sheet covering me, I close the small distance between our cots and throw my legs over Orion, saddling him.
I run my hands down his bare chest before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
My mouth moves to his cheek, his jawline, then to his neck.
The sharp inhale of breath eggs me on, letting me know he’s as affected by this as I am.
“What are you doing?” His words are breathy as my kisses trail down his chest, covering his abs and down to his hipbone.
“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”
His hips thrust upwards as my mouth ventures lower. “Here?” He hisses. “Now?”
I straighten—only an inch—just enough. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Stars, no.”
I huff a laugh as I pull down the waistband of his lounge pants, his cock springing free.
My mouth dries at the sight of it; thick and girthy, already leaking precum at the crown.
I hover above the tip, my breath brushing against the top before my tongue darts out to lick the sticky surface.
“Fuck!” Orion’s voice rises, and I glance up through my lashes to see his hooded gaze staring at me intently.
“If you don’t keep quiet, everyone is going to hear us. ”
“Let them,” he replies instantly.
I smirk before wrapping my lips around him, sliding his cock deeply into my throat as I begin to bob and suck.
Orion matches my rhythm, thrusting in time and fucking my mouth in earnest. As his cock hits the back of my throat, I moan, my eyes watering.
This. This is what I needed. “Baby, you have to stop or I’m going to come. ”
I grip his thighs tighter, not letting up on my pace.
Orion gasps, his cock swelling before cum fills the back of my mouth.
I don’t let up until I feel his body relax, licking the tip for good measure as I come up for air.
Orion tracks every movement, and I don’t look away as I wipe the corner of my mouth, bringing the remaining droplets to my lips.
The motion must be his undoing, the last bit of his self-restraint snapping as he pounces, grabbing my body in a twisting motion and throwing me down onto the cot where he was lying.
My pants are off before I have a chance to blink, his tongue licking before spearing into my pussy.
Orion makes quick work, bringing me to the edge of release within moments.
He switches tactics between efficient licks and deep sucking, making my clit throb and leaving me shaking, begging to come.
Instead of granting my wishes, he stops, sitting back on his heels and examining my half-naked body.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his eyes a burning gaze as they roam his canvas; his hands tracing lines down the contours and curves of me.
Roughly, he shoves my shirt up to my neck, exposing my breasts.
Alternating between palming and squeezing, he takes my nipple into his mouth, leaving me moaning and writhing beneath him.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, reaching down towards his cock, once again erect and ready.
“You need me to fuck you, pretty girl?”
I pump his cock in my hand as he places open-mouth kisses across my skin. “I need you, Orion.”
He pauses, looking up at me, eyes aglow.
Orion allows me to guide him to my core, passing him through my wetness twice before lining him up with my entrance.
“You’re sure?” Hesitating, he gives me a final chance to stop.
We’ve been barreling towards this moment for so long now.
I’ve never been more sure about anyone or anything in my life.
Our friendship—this relationship—has been steadfast and growing despite the odds; through the odds.
I’m desperate to share this part of myself with him.
There’s no turning back, and I don’t want to. I only want to look forward, together.
I place my hands on each side of his face and pull him towards me, whispering the secrets of my soul against his lips.
“I love you.” The admission releases a weight within me, something snapping free and pulling me towards Orion’s soul.
As he fills me, our quiet gasps muffled by our tongues tangling, our souls interweaving as one.
My body, heart, and my very being feel full.
The magic beneath my skin hums ecstatically, leaving me hypersensitive and tingling with every touch of our skin and each deep thrust. “I love you,” Orion says, returning the sentiment with a smile brighter than the sun.
I feel his words with every touch, every word, every action.
He once told me I felt like a thousand suns, but that is what he is to me.
I’m inexplicably drawn to him, savoring his warmth.
He is everything. His fingers expertly find my clit, circling as his pumps become harder, roughly driving me into the cot.
Everything within me rises and rises, waiting to tip over the edge—and then I am falling, Orion’s mouth capturing my gasps as I cry out his name like a prayer.
It’s only after I’ve returned to my body, our heavy pants filling the room, that I realize we’re on the floor, our laughter echoing off the walls.
Orion didn’t need to light the cots on fire—he only needed to fuck me hard enough to break one in two.