Chapter 39 Xeni #2
I nod as my gaze drops from his face back to his crotch, where he works his cock from the fly of his pants.
A quiet moan leaves me at the drop of pre-cum glistening on the metal stud of his piercing.
He catches me by my horn as I try to lean forward, and another electric rush of sensation shoots straight to my cock.
“This is what he saw?” he asks as he holds me with one hand and strokes himself with the other. “You, desperate to taste him?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, shifting my hips so the seam of my pants gives me some friction. Wet warmth spreads across my panties, and my needy hole clenches.
“Did you suck his cock, or did he fuck your mouth?” he demands.
“I was in charge.”
Bash grunts as he releases my horn. “Show me.”
My palms land on his thighs, and I don’t break eye contact as I hinge my jaw and stick out my tongue.
“So pretty,” he murmurs as he fists the fabric of his pants to keep from touching me.
I lean in until the tip of his cock rest on my tongue, and the softness of his skin contrasts with the hard metal of his piercing. More spit pools inside my mouth, a line of drool dripping from one side of my lips as I use my tongue to map the base of his shaft.
Bash never looks away as I rock back and forth, giving him the slightest friction. Denim balls between his fingers as he fights the urge to make me hurry, and when he’s about to snap, I close my lips and draw him in. His knuckles tighten on his jeans, and a desperate gasp of a moan leaves him.
The spit collected on my tongue mixes with the salty tang of his skin and pre-cum to swirl in my mouth.
My cheeks hollow as I suck harder, and he groans as the tip of his cock bumps the back of my throat.
As I pull away, spit webs off my glossy lips.
My tongue dances over his piercing again, tracing its shape and along the ridge of his cockhead.
“Gods, look at you,” he murmurs as my hips rock, searching for the same friction I’m giving him. The seam of my pants rubs along my cock, and my panties are soaked with slick as I try not to hump the air.
He doesn’t touch me, but he gives a small thrust forward like he can’t help it. My moan vibrates over my lips and along his length, and he answers my needy sound with one of his own.
My fingers curl around the fabric of his jeans as I tug him closer. I suck harder now, bobbing my head as I savor the slick slide of his cock along my lips and tongue.
Bash’s breath comes in pants, laced with quiet, pleasure-ridden noises he can’t contain, and my body moves without my permission, my hips swiveling in slow, jerky circles.
“Needy princess,” he mutters as he breaks character and cups my head again.
It drives him deeper into my throat, and I gag, my stomach tightening with another rush of thick, heady pleasure. Goosebumps lift on my arms as his thumb caresses my scalp. Hair tugs as his grip tightens, pinching the strands and making me shudder.
My mouth pops off and his cock bobs there, dripping in my spit as it brushes my swollen lips.
“Did he think you wanted it?” he demands as he holds me there. “He saw you like this, on your knees?”
“He thought he did,” I say, my voice raspy.
Bash snarls as he guides me forward. His jealousy is potent, his hands are possessive, and his grip is unyielding as he sinks his cock into my mouth again.
“I hate him,” he grits as he thrusts forward and causes another rush of spit from my lips. “This is mine. You are mine. He doesn’t get to have this.”
My watering eye is full of apologies as he stares down at me. He’s changing the script, turning this from a playful reenactment to a claiming that he controls.
Every cell in my body is overstimulated as he pulls back and drives in.
Tingles dance over my skin, and the blood that circulates through my veins is more like adrenaline than anything intended to give me life.
It floods my heart and makes my pulse race, shooting through my limbs and pooling hot between my legs.
Another moan is wrenched from my chest as he fucks my mouth. Slow, deep thrusts steal my breath for the few moments he holds there, and my skin is too tight to hold everything inside me.
I whine as my hips move again, searching for relief.
Rough, claiming grips on my hair and horns contradict the soft way Bash’s eyes bore into mine, and I feel like I’m floating as I teeter on the edge.
I squirm, desperate for the last bit of friction I need to toss me over.
Bash pulls my hair as he tilts my head, the sting sending a wave straight to my cock as he buries himself in my throat.
Everything goes tense for a weightless second, and I squeeze my muscles, holding on for as long as I can before the pressure breaks.
I call out, my voice muffled by his cock. Bursts of warm, wet cum joins the already sticky confines of my underwear, and slick dampens my ass as my hole squeezes. My entire body quakes with the power of it.
“Are you coming for me, princess?” Bash asks, but I can only nod as my limbs shake. “Fuck, you’re so good. So fucking gorgeous down there at my feet.”
He pulls back further this time, strands of spit stretching between my mouth and his cock before he plunges inside with a wet slap. Sweat beads on his forehead, his cheeks flush, and his lips part as he thrusts faster.
My orgasm wanes, but I’m still hard. The sticky heat in my panties only adds to the overload of sensations as Bash’s rhythm starts to falter.
“Did he think he came in this pretty mouth?” he demands.
I whimper as I nod.
He snarls as he fists my hair and drives his cock deeper, and I gag as tears stream down my cheeks. “This mouth, these lips and tongue? They’re mine, Xen. Only mine.”
I take a gasping inhale as he pulls back. “Yours,” I rasp.
“Get up here,” he says.
He yanks me onto the bed, then wrestles out of his clothes.
His fingers scoop the mix of cum and slick from my panties, and I groan as he uses it as lube to start prepping himself.
My clothes join his in a heap on the floor until we’re both naked, and Bash watches me with hooded eyes, easing a finger into his hole.
“Work me open fast, princess. You look like you won’t last long.”
He fists my hair and pulls my mouth to his as I take over and make quick work of his prep. Bash’s cock is so hard it weeps against my thigh as he rolls his hips.
“You’re mine,” he repeats, gentler this time. “He can’t have you.”
“No one has me but you,” I whisper.
“I hate that he has that memory, but I can promise you it’s all he’ll ever have. No one else will know what you look like on your knees, or how needy you are, or how you have to come at least twice before you’re satisfied.”
He kisses me again before he separates us, then rolls onto his hands and knees and arches his spine.
“So come on… let’s get you satisfied. Take what you need.”
I groan as I kneel behind him and run my palms along his ass. The sight of his flexing, needy hole nearly makes me lose it on the spot, and my eye flutters closed as I line us up and drive forward.
He’s impossibly tight, molten-hot around me, and we both gasp as I sink in fully. I clamp my hands on his waist, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, and pull back slowly before slamming in again.
A slightly manic laugh slips from my throat as pleasure coils low and vicious in my gut.
Bash glances over his shoulder, lips curved in a smug, filthy smirk. “Is the princess sensitive?” he teases, dripping with satisfaction and rocking back in a dare for me to lose control.
My hands tighten around his middle as I hold him in place, but Bash swivels his hips and makes me see stars. He fucks himself on my cock, and instead of fighting the pleasure, I give in to its demands. Skin slaps as I thrust into him with no rhythm, just pure carnal desire.
Air rushes into my lungs in a gasping inhale, and I don’t even have time to process as release barrels down my spine.
I shout his name as I come, and Bash doesn’t let up on his movements. My body is locked with the paralyzing pleasure, but he fucks me until I’m trembling.
Bash gives one final, heavy shudder as he crawls forward with my cum dripping down his thighs. His cock is rock hard as he scoops me up and drops me on the bed. I whine again as he strokes me a few more languid times, kissing along my hipbone.
“No one but me is ever going to know what you taste like, or how sensitive you are, or how to touch you just right so you can’t hold it in.”
He wraps his fingers around me with gentle pressure, and I let out a soft moan as my hips flex.
“What do you think, princess?” he asks, voice low. “Do you have one more in you?”
“Please,” I whine.
He drags a fingertip along my cock before slipping it into my opening at the base. Hazel eyes lift to mine, his breath ghosting over my damp skin in warm puffs.
“Gods, you’re wet. What would it feel like if I fucked you here?”
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as he slips his finger deeper and adds another, the added pressure making my senses explode from the fullness. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against me.
“I should make you hold your cock inside and slip mine in there, too. You’d be so fucking tight.”
“Bash!” I fist the sheets, my hips bucking involuntarily. Pressure is everywhere, and I imagine being full of him in that same way. The thought alone has me clenching around his fingers.
“Do it,” I gasp, thrusting against his hand.
“You’ve gotta get yourself under control first. Pull it inside.”
It takes a few deep breaths before I relax enough to heed the command, and my cock slides inside my body with a slick sensation that makes me shudder. Bash slips his two fingers back into my slit, watching my face for discomfort, but there’s only heady bliss.
He crawls up my frame and kisses me, shifting his hips until his cock sits between my legs.
“Please?” I beg, voice breaking with want.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
I nod, but he waits for my words. “I swear I will,” I promise. “Get inside me, please?”
He kisses me deeper as I spread my knees wider, and his cock presses against my already full hole before he slips inside. The burn is immediate, sharp and intense, and I call out against his lips, but as he tries to pull back, I grab his hips to hold him there.
“More,” I plead, starving for the stretch despite the edge of pain.
He hesitates, searching my face, but gives a small thrust and fills me fuller. My pulse pounds in my ears, lights flash in the corners of my vision, and my body begs for more even as it adjusts.
It seems like forever as he works himself inside me, and when he’s as deep as he can get, I’m being split apart in the best way. After giving me time to adjust, he tugs back slowly, and a rush of slick gushes out that eases the stretch.
“Fuck, princess,” he murmurs as he thrusts back in slowly, eyes locked on mine while I writhe beneath him. “Does this feel good?”
“Why have we never done this before?” I demand, clenching around him hard enough to make him hiss. My cock strains inside me, desperate to extend again.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, lips brushing mine as our ragged breaths tangle. He keeps the rhythm torturously slow—pulling almost all the way out, letting that piercing drag, then sliding back in deep.
“Gods, look at you…” he praises, “taking me like you were made for it. I should’ve thought of this sooner.”
I arch, nails raking down his back. “You and your brilliant ideas,” I gasp, half-laughing. “Always so full of good ones.”
“You’re about to be full of a good one,” he teases with a chuckle against my mouth, hips rolling faster.
My retort is lost as Bash grips the headboard for leverage and drives forward harder. My mouth falls open in a shout, far too loud for these thin walls, but I don’t care.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, voice breaking on the plea as I arch up into him, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
He growls low against my throat, the sound vibrating through me as he thrusts again and makes the bed frame slam against the wall. The headboard cracks against the plaster once, twice, then faster, matching the frantic pace he sets.
“I won’t,” he promises breathlessly as he gives me what I asked for.
He gives me more.
His name leaves me in a yell, a plead, a whisper, and a godsdamned prayer as he fights to hold back, but his control frays with every motion.
I reach around him, fingers digging into the firm curve of his ass to yank him forward harder. The slick slide of my release on his skin sends me over the edge again, my cock throbbing insistently before a heavy load of cum shoots deep inside me.
“Oh, shit,” he gasps, the words choked.
Everything leaks out around him, and on his next thrust, he groans low and falls with me.
His cum joins the mess as his thick cock throbs against mine, and he keeps the pace steady, fucking me through both our releases.
His hips stutter but he keeps going until we’re both trembling, panting, and exhausted.
My legs twitch as I become oversensitive, and he lifts off me and lies beside me as we both catch our breath. He drags his fingertips along my naked body, pressing a kiss on my shoulder.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks softly.
“You’ve never hurt me, Bash.”
I roll onto my side and face him, and there’s concern in his eyes as he brushes the hair away from my forehead.
“I didn’t give him any of me,” I whisper. “It might feel like I did, but I didn’t. I’ve never given anyone any part of me except you.”
He pushes out a heavy exhale as he nods. “I know… I do. But knowing that he thinks he has any sort of claim to you makes me wanna kick his door down and beat his face in.”
I chuckle, linking our hands and kissing his knuckles. “You’re overestimating your fighting skills, darling.”
He snorts a laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”
“If you go rushing in there and he beats you up, I’d have to kill him. Then you’d be embarrassed, and we’d have to concoct a story about how you were so strong and brave—”
“Hey,” he argues with a frown. “I’m strong and brave.”
“You are,” I agree with a sleepy grin. “Just not a great fighter.”
Bash grumbles but doesn’t argue.
“It’s probably for the best if we lie low while we’re here,” I say through a yawn. “We’ll be gone in a few days, and then we’ll never see him again.”
“Stop being the logical one,” he argues as he turns me and tugs me against him, wrapping his arms around me. “That’s my job.”
I hum happily and snuggle in. “You know I always liked it when you held me like this.”
“I know, princess.”
“We need a shower,” I say as I nuzzle in deeper.
He chuckles as he grabs the blanket and tosses it over our bodies. “It’s been a long couple of days. Get some rest. We’ll worry about getting clean later.”
“You just want me covered in cum,” I argue in a mumble.
“Yeah, maybe,” he agrees, and hugs me tighter as I drift off to sleep.