15. Zaria #3
He doesn't hesitate. His hand slides between our bodies, finding exactly the right spot with shocking accuracy. The first touch of his fingers against the swollen bundle of nerves makes me gasp, makes my hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"Like this?" He circles with just the right amount of pressure, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Perfect." My head falls back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut as sensation threatens to overwhelm me. "You're perfect. Such a good boy for me."
The praise combined with his fingers and his cock and the way he's still biting at my neck—it's too much.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, stealing the breath from my lungs and making my entire body go rigid.
Pleasure crashes through me in waves so intense they border on painful, and I hear myself crying out—loud and unrestrained in a way I never let myself be.
"Fuck, yes." My hands fist in his hair, pulling hard as my body clamps down around him. "Just like that. Don't stop."
He doesn't. His fingers keep moving, his hips keep driving forward, prolonging the sensation until I'm shaking and gasping and completely undone.
I can feel myself clenching around his cock in rhythmic pulses, can hear the broken sounds he's making as he fights to maintain control while I fall apart.
"So beautiful." His voice cracks on the words. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come."
The waves start to subside but the pleasure doesn't fully fade—just settles into this warm, sated feeling that makes my whole body feel heavy. My grip on his hair loosens slightly, though I don't let go completely. Can't quite manage to release him yet.
"Such a good boy." The words come out rough, breathless. "You held it. You were perfect."
He makes a sound that's half whimper, half sob, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts like he can't quite stop. I can feel how hard he still is inside me, how desperate he must be for release after holding back while I came.
"Please." The word breaks on his lips. "Zaria, please, I need?—"
"I know. You've been so good. You deserve a reward."
His eyes light up with hope and desperate need. But I want to see him lose it entirely.
"Put me down," I tell him, voice still rough from the orgasm.
The hope in his eyes flickers, replaced by something that looks like disappointment. But he still does as I say. He lowers me carefully, his hands steadying me until my feet are firmly on the ground. The loss of his body heat makes me shiver, makes me want to pull him back immediately.
But I have other plans.
The moment I'm stable, I drop to my knees on the rough concrete.
"Oh fuck." The words burst from Greer like I've punched him. His cock is right in front of my face—hard and wet with my arousal, the tip flushed dark with need. "Sweetheart, you don't have to?—"
I wrap my hand around the base and take him into my mouth without warning.
"Jesus Christ." His hand slaps against the brick wall, the other flying to my hair. Not pushing or pulling, just holding on like he needs the anchor. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh?—"
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat to let him slide all the way in until my nose presses against his pelvis. The groan he makes when I swallow around him is absolutely wrecked, and I feel his legs shake like they might give out.
"You were so good for me," I say as I pull back and stroke him, my grip tight. "You held it while I came. You followed every order." I lean forward, pushing him all the way to the back of my throat.
"Yes." The word comes out strangled as I bob my head, taking him to the root with each movement. "I tried. Fuck, I tried so hard."
His hips start to move, shallow thrusts that match my rhythm. I let him, relaxing my jaw and opening my throat to take whatever he needs to give. My hands grip his thighs, feeling the muscles trembling beneath my palms, feeling how close to the edge he is.
"Zaria," he moans.
I pull back, looking up at him with his expression completely wrecked. "Such a good boy," I praise again, knowing what the words do to him. "Now take your reward."
That breaks him. His hand tightens in my hair, his hips snapping forward as he drives into me with force, and I take it all.
Let him fuck my throat the way he needs to, let him chase the release he's been fighting for so long.
His other hand presses harder against the wall, his whole body curving forward over me.
"I'm gonna—" The warning comes out desperate. "Fuck, Zaria, I'm?—"
I double down, sucking harder, swallowing around him deliberately. His cock hits the back of my throat and I hold there, letting him feel the tight heat, letting him know I want this. Want him to come down my throat and mark me from the inside the way he marked me everywhere else.
He makes a sound that's barely human—high and broken and absolutely destroyed.
Then he's coming, his whole body going rigid as he spills down my throat in hot pulses.
I swallow it all, working him through it with my mouth and tongue until he's gasping and shaking and trying to pull away from the oversensitivity.
He's such a good boy for me. Only for me. And I'm tired of pretending otherwise.