May
The world had been righted, at least for now, and I hissed when Oran snapped his hips at a slow, steady pace. He made sure I felteverything, and my eyes rolled back when his head bumped that spot inside me. Shivering wildly, I rocked back on my knees to grind against him, and his groan rolled up my back to raise the fine hairs on the back of my neck.
Draping himself over me, Oran wrapped a powerful forearm around my neck to hoist us up, and my pants morphed into hoarse wheezes. His cock twitched inside me as I shuddered weakly, and I clamped down on him as his harsh breaths tickled my ear. The veins, the thick ridge of his head, coaxed pleasure from me, and he flicked the clamp on my right nipple as he thrust hard. My cry crackled faintly, and I arched sharply in a silent plea for more.
Pain . . . was glorious.And only Oran could make me suffer in just the right way.
Sweat drenched my body, dripping off my nose and chin and soiling his blanket to the point of being noticeable, and I hissed when he pulled out of my channel. Yanking me onto my back, he stood on the edge of the bed, and my mouth watered as I reached greedily for his cock. The veins bulged so clearly, his head throbbing and red and ready, and he gasped as he thrust down my throat. My head hung off the side of the mattress, and I gagged violently as his pelvis ground against my chin.
Pulling back to set a brutal, hard pace, Oran grabbed the clamp on my clit to release the pressure, and I lifted my hips in mindless need. His cock tasted like me and him, us together, and my taste buds tingled to the point of numbness with satisfaction. Bracing his knee by my head, he buried his face between my open legs, and I choked around his head.
Air invaded my skull when it couldn’t make it to my lungs, and he licked and sucked and slathered my slit and bead ravenously. Oran’s grumbled of pleasure reverberated up my body, and the friction of his thrusts agitated the clamps on my nipples. The rawness of my skin only added to the euphoria my brain swam in, and I gulped around his cock as his grueling pace sharpened.
Jarring thrusts colored the edges of my blurred vision, and Oran slipped his tongue into my abused channel as the lack of oxygen made my lungs scream. He pulled back just enough to let me breathe a ragged breath, and I gasped loudly as saliva dribbled down my cheek.
The only sounds were pants and groans and strained noises as I caressed his shaft with my lips, and Oran straightened to circle my flaming clit with calloused fingertips. I didn’t even try to stave off my release, shivers gripping my spine in a vice as my whole body spasmed, and I ground my teeth faintly.
Oran took off all the clamps, and a guttural, low moan thickened the atmosphere as pain exploded from those spots. I made the mistake of opening my eyes, and the world spun when he flipped me onto my belly. Flames skittered under my skin, and tears fell from my eyes in an unstoppable flow as he climbed behind me to hold my thighs shut with his knees.
His head tore my entrance as he jammed into my channel, and Icried. It was so good.It was too good. Lying flat, I couldn’t even grab the blanket, I was so weak, and he thrust hard to grind against my ass cheeks. Oran’s grunts as he shoved himself in me wildly, harder, harder and faster, rang in my ears while the rest of the world fell away from the rapture. He pushed down on my lower back, and I could only gasp when his thrusts sharpened and became erratic. The slap of his taut skin on my fiercely stinging cheeks, the burn of his leg hairs against my thighs, I couldn’t withstand it while the pain threatened to tear me apart.
The whole time, he said nothing legible, and Oran hovered over me to grip the edge of the mattress as he pumped his hips furiously. His hot, heavy breaths ruffled my hair, and he thrust one final time. Just the rippling up his shaft was enough to make me cum. Heat flooded my abdomen, and he strained and sputtered as he emptied himself inside me. The bed trembled with his shakes, and I gasped shallowly when he pulled out of my channel.
Clammy palms slipped on my biceps when Oran grabbed me to stop me just slithering off the bed, and I whimpered when I clenched and agitated my entrance. Falling back into a sweaty, quivering heap, he wrapped himself around me and all I could smell and taste was him.
“Are you okay?” Rasping the question, Oran tangled his hand in my hair to knead my scalp, and I could only groan in reply. He was warm and hard,secure, and I savored the feeling of him as he reached his free hand to wipe my face ever so gently. “You look beautiful.”
“Iam. . . ” My voice crackled harshly, and Oran’s huff against my face dried my lips as he brushed his thumb along them. Inhaling a surprisingly deep breath, I hissed lightly when my nipples rubbed his chest, and he shuffled down to slather them with saliva. “Oh-h God.”
“I have something for this.” His murmur warmed my chest, and Oran shuffled off the bed to do something that sounded suspiciously like open a dresser drawer. My eyesight right now was probably as bad, if not worse, than his, and I rolled gingerly onto my back with a soft groan. Holding myself still when the bed dipped, I tensed when he slathered something cold on my nipples. Hissing softly when the pain soothed almost immediately, I sunk into his bed and he wiped the gel-like substance on my abdomen next.
“Just relax, May. This stuff works magic.” Cracking my eyes open, I watched blurrily as Oran screwed the top of the bottle back on. It could’ve been mistaken for a tube of toothpaste or something. He tossed it carelessly back onto his dresser with a harshclatter, but I barely heard it when he laid down on his side next to me. “Are you going to stay the night?”
“What time is it?” My croak earned me a shrug, and Oran sluggishly got up again to reach over me and grab his glasses.
“It’s almost ten p.m.” Just as quickly, he set them down again and I couldn’t resist reaching up to trace the words scrawled on his ribs. My question must’ve been written on my face, and he covered my palm with his as he sat cross-legged beside me. “It’s not from the Bible. It says ‘There’s worse people to be’. This was actually one of my first tattoos.”
With the script and the size, it seemed like the quote was longer than that, and I hummed softly in acknowledgment. Dragging my palm to the tall, blooming stalk-like flower on his sternum, Oran sighed softly.
“Gladiolus. It symbolizes a lot of things— honor, strength. It’s also a flower of remembrance.” Inhaling a deep, leisurely breath, I held it as I trailed my hand up to his shoulder, and Oran frowned slightly. The spider was a work of art, but the way his muscles rippled under his skin, I couldn’t help but wonder if he didn’t like it. “My brother and I got matching ones. Hehatesspiders. When we were teenagers, I asked him if he would get one tattooed on him with me. We were still at the point of our relationship where we were brothers, but that got lost somewhere.”
“Are you afraid of him?” Oran barked a surprised, short laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, but he ended up jerking his head in a nod, anyway. My lips twitched, and I wiggled to rest my head in his lap so he could stroke my hair and cheek.
“I think the only person that’s not afraid of him is his girlfriend. Carlyle isn’t a man to mess with.” Out of the corner of my eye, he rubbed his cheek, as if he was remembering an instance in which he did just that, and Oran glanced down at me through glazed eyes. “He takes after our dad too much. My old man is a diagnosed sociopath, and Carlyle has strong tendencies. I’m pretty okay, most of the time.”
I kept my mouth shut at that. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I recognized that lilt in Oran’s tone. Whatever it was, it had to do with Kara, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to open that door again.
