May
“You’re really just a rich, pampered boy.” Oran huffed a laugh as I kneaded his shoulders, and he inhaled a deep, leisurely breath that trapped his ribs against my thighs. “You’re the one who’s supposed to give me a massage. How else is sexy time supposed to get going, huh?”
“I’m starting to think the sex is all you care about, May.” His grumble ended in a groan when I rubbed my thumbs in circles down between his shoulder blades, and Oran craned his neck to catch my eye. “I’m glad I asked for this.”
Smiling faintly, I leaned down to kiss his cheek, and Oran lifted his arms above his head and stretched his legs downward. The huge centipede covering either side of his spine by a good foot wiggled and wormed, and I caressed down the length of it. Bright yellow and red and black— the artwork was striking, and it danced to distract me from what I was doing.
“Oran, what does this mean?” Groaning softly as he relaxed under my thighs, Oran rolled over heavily to settle on his back, but I could still see his tattoo behind my lids when I blinked. Bracing my palms on his taut shoulders, I leaned down to press my cheek against his chest, and the coarse hairs there tickled my nose. For a long moment, he was silent, staring up at the ceiling as his fingertips swept up and down my back, and I closed my eyes as I soaked up his heat and attention.
“In Asian culture, centipedes are considered the symbol of chiefs, leaders, and it may be beautiful, but I regret getting it. I always compared myself to Carlyle, and for some dumb-shit reason, I thought it was a good idea. Thankfully, it’s got artistic value and isn’t just a glaring representation of my self-esteem.” His tone darkened, and his chest shuddered as he let out a gust of breath. “I guess it could be worse— I could’ve been racist and gotten a swastika tattooed on my face.”
“I think you’re better. Carlyle makes me nervous.” Oran smiled tenderly against my crown, and I twirled his chest hairs around my finger as our group lunch played behind my shuttered lids. “Thank you for standing up for Sarah. Thank you for everything to do for me, Oran.”
“You’re welcome, May.” Lifting my head to kiss him, I propped my elbows on either side of Oran’s head as his palms slid under my panties to grip my ass. His long fingers slipped between my legs, and I opened my mouth for his sweet invasion as excitement trilled in my veins. His tongue tangled with mine, our tastes mingling to send my buds into a frenzy, and I arched into his hands as he spread my folds.
Rolling us onto our sides, Oran ground against my core, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as the faint hum of ecstasy began to build in my skull. His muscles rippled against my front, and a soft moan floated up from deep inside me as we made out shamelessly. Nails grazed over my hip, and my skin quivered at the tease as he edged my abdomen, his fingertips creeping beneath the band of my underwear.
“I can’t get enough of this body.” Oran’s growl tightened my throat, and I rolled my hips eagerly as he circled my clit. Tearing his mouth from mine, he shouldered me onto my back to kiss and suck down my neck, leaving a trail of fire and saliva behind. Spreading my legs in invitation, I shivered when he dragged his finger up my slit, and he wasted no time claiming my nipple to nibble sensually.
Gingerly working two fingers into my channel, Oran gasped as I writhed in pleasure, and I gripped the pillow above my head with white-knuckle tightness. His body rocked into my arch, and I clamped down on his digits when they curled and twisted sluggishly. Goosebumps washed over my entire body, and he thrust with the rhythm of his hand as a strangled gasp escaped me.
Trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my belly, Oran shuffled down to blow on my bead, and I rocked to his beat. Everything but him fell away as he masterfully played me, his fingertips coaxing my inner walls tighter as the pleasure mounted. Pulling my panties down, he paused only to take them off completely, and his groan swept up my front when he spread my legs wide.
“Oh, Oran . . . ” He licked the length of my slit with all of his tongue, the wetness and warmth, and the roughness of it sending a fog to my mind. My thoughts sputtered to a stop, and I gasped as spasms strafed my thighs. Parting my folds with his thumbs, he took a deep, grumbling breath, and flames licked my cheeks as they climbed up from my abdomen.
“Delicious.” Hissing as the mumble reverberated down my legs, I lifted my hips impatiently, and Oran swirled his tongue around my bead. His savoring gentleness betrayed this tightness of his shoulders against my knees, and he teethed my clit to tug sharply. Thin, sharp nails dug into my thighs with I jerked, a moan tearing from my throat, and he groaned when my hands flew to tangle in his hair.
My juices slicked his fingers as they teased my entrance, and Oran kissed just below my belly button. This time, hejammedhis fingers knuckle-deep, and I choked on my gasp as pleasure surged in waves up my torso. Icy prickles attacked my sternum, and he kissed up to my mouth to steal what little breath I had left. The passion in his kiss blew everything else far away, and I unfurled my fist from his scalp to reach between us. Pushing down his boxers as he pulled back, I palmed his half-hard cock, and he ground against me with greedy grunts and groans.
“Shit . . . ” Oran’s moan dried my tongue as his tangled around it, and I squeezed his shaft. He trembled above me, his fingers curling and twisting, the friction eased by the wetness seeping from my walls. “On your knees. Stick that ass high for me, May.”
Excitement gripped my heart, expectation flooded my veins, and blood drummed in my ears at Oran’s mumble. Doing as I was told, I quivered with boiling hot need when he reached over me to grab the clamps sitting patiently on the nightstand. Wiggling my ass greedily, I moaned when he spread my ass cheeks only to squeeze them together, and desire seared a path up my spine.
This time, Oran stuck the clamp on my inner thigh, so close to my core, and I whimpered at the sharp sting. They were tight, not just for looks, and already my skin throbbed dangerously. A second clamp pinched my other leg, and my knees burned on the sheet as they slid as wide as they could.
“Jesus Christ.” Gasping with a shudder when Oran snapped the clip on my side, almost at my ribs, I gripped the pillow tight. The pain wasdelicious, intensifying the pleasure that already fogged my mind, and I ground my teeth as I rocked back in wanton need.
Oran only used those three, but I couldn’t think when he flicked the one on my left thigh. Needle-like pain prickled up to ball at my tail bone, and I buried my moan in the pillow as he gripped my ass tight. Desire leaked from my entrance, and he swiped the bulbous head of his cock between my folds to coat himself in it. The mental image was almost too much, and I trembled violently as my toes curled in expectation.
“Ugh-hfuck!”Sinking into my channel, Oran’s cock stretched my walls as his growl rolled down my back, and I arched with a pleased, hoarse cry. The pressure against my forehead released as the coil in my belly snapped before his hips even touched mine, and my eyes rolled back. Clamping down on his shaft, I undulated wildly, and he sucked in a whistle of a breath that stole the heat from my skin.
Grinding his hips against mine, Oran rode out my orgasm, and I panted harshly when he pulled back to set a hard pace. The clamps on my skin tugged and scraped, and the pain and pleasure mingled all together gloriously. Sharp and hard, thecrackof his palm on my ass cheek sent shocks up my spine, and I moaned loudly as he jerked my hips back. His head bruised my cervix, the almost uncomfortable, sharp twinge in my core, only adding to the incredible pleasure of it all.
“Fuck . . . fuck . . . cream on my cock, May.Yes-s-s . . .” I scrunched up my face as I came. Tight . . . tight . . . every part of me was wound so tightly as Oran smacked my asshard. Theclapof his palm on my skin echoed in my ears, and tears pricked my eyes at the burning sting even as I fell deeper into ecstasy. “Scream!”
And he hit me again in the same spot, and a hoarse shriek burst out from behind the dense lump in my throat. Panting furiously, I couldn’t do anything but hold into the pillow, but even then, Oran tangled his hand in my hair to yank my head up. He pounded my channel ruthlessly, his grunts and hisses only broken by his own furiously hot breaths, and I undulated wildly around his cock. His free hand massaged my burning skin only to pull back, and my heart stuttered in expectation before he brought his palm down.
This time, there was nothing to muffle my scream as I came undone, and sweat dripped down my neck and between my shoulder blades. My body wound too tightly, and colorful spots assaulted my narrowing field of vision. Tugging my hair hard, he pulled me up to grapple my breast and squeeze, and I whimpered pathetically when he pinched my nipple and twisted. Harsh pants tickled down my neck, drying the sweat on my skin, and he nibbled and sucked and licked as he thrust wildly.
“O-oh-h-h God! Oh, my God!” My voice broke when Oran’s nails unhooked from my hip to grip the clamp on my side, and I spasmed uncontrollably. The heat, the rhythm, the sounds of us . . . together . . . it was all too much, and the pain when he tightened the clamp was my undoing.
“Take it! Take it!” The bed creaking filtered through my fading scope of comprehension, and Oran’s thrusts became jarring and erratic. His hips bruised my ass cheeks, the sting from the indents of his nails sharpening and intensifying. Tears streamed down my face at the absolutelylovelyway he pleasured me— the way he knew my body almost better than I did.
“Oran . . . Oran . . . oh-h-h-h! Oran!” He shoved me down to ram my channel, his cock swelling as Oran grunted and sputtered a gasp. His fingernails dug deep into my ass cheeks, and I clamped down on him as pleasure sloshed through my chest. With just a few vicious thrusts, he emptied himself inside me, and I wheezed into the pillow as all the energy just seeped from my body.
Collapsing into a satisfied heap, Oran rubbed my ass cheeks gingerly but made no move to unfasten the clamps clinging to my skin. His powerful muscles rippled against my back, and my knees slid out from under me as I struggled to breathe. Holding himself above me on his hands and knees, he ducked to kiss down my spine, and I shivered as pleasure followed his lips.
