“Show he cared?”
More unbidden tears as I nod against his skin. “At orientation, I met Laurant. He froze at the sight of me, like a deerin headlights. And I thought for sure that he’d—” I choke on a sob, wipe at my eyes furiously. “But it was more of the same. He stayed away from me, never wanting to be anywhere alone with me. Just like Erich.”
Zephyr crushes me firmly in his embrace, hushing me softly, his fingers in my hair, his lips on my forehead. “That’s why you called to me, even though I’d been following you at a distance. You knew they wouldn’t approach me, either.”
I nod against his chest again. The thought of Zeph going through what I have...
“Oh, Nyx,” he breathes against my forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t go to you. I did what those feckers have done because I was frightened.” His head shakes slow, lips still against my skin. “I swear, I will never ignore you. I would never abandon you.” He coaxes my face upward to look at him, his pale eyes are tearful and so serious they steal my breath. “If it’s you and me against the world forever, so be it.”
I pull my body up his, my mouth seeking his lips like polarized magnets.
As wild as the thought is, there’s only one way I can adequately express what that sentiment means to me.
I sit back up on his hips and pull my shirt off, drop it to the floor as my hair whips about my face and shoulders. His breath catches, his eyes roam my chest, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip. I let my hands run from his defined pecs to his rippling stomach, slow and soft, watch him shudder beneath me. Our perfumes bloom again, mingling and melding into one delicious scent that draws whines from both our chests, and I bear down on his hardening cock with a groan, loving the feel of his length along my core.
“Nyx,” he whines, and his lilac and cherry scent puffs up from below me in an overwhelming cloud that makes my mouth water. And I realize, he’s producing slick. The thought makesmy hips tingle, then my clit, and as a fresh whine rips from my throat, slick gushes from my core, ready and yearning.
It’s not a breath later that Zephyr flips us over, sending me to my back on the mattress again where he moves me, pulling my hips to the edge of the mattress, my legs dangling off the side when his fingers make quick work of the fly on my jeans, pulling them down my thighs, off my feet, and throwing them over his shoulder.
He inhales deeply, those lilac eyes of his going dark, his pupils dilating in the most sensual way.
When he falls to his knees on the floor, his face just above my covered pussy, we groan together before his fingertips slide from my knees to the hem of my panties. He rubs the side of his face against my inner thigh, and I can’t stop myself from whining again, hiccuping at the end when his fingers curl around the elastic band and pull my panties from my core.
My scent overwhelms the room, no longer mingling gently with Zeph’s but overpowering his scent, like demanding attention.
“Oh, Nyx,” he breathes. “Darlin’. Your pussy’s been neglected too long.” Hetsks,his head shaking slow. “Look at this.” His fingers land on my opening, and I cry out, legs spreading as far apart as I can get them. “Such a tiny hole.” His fingertips probe gently, the sound of my wet flesh being invaded echoes along the barren walls of my room, and I whine again, sighing. Needing.
Zephyr rises to his feet, his eyes drag from my core to my face, and his head tilts. “That tight pussy…” He trails, his gaze flicking upward in thought before he undoes his pants and yanks them down his legs then kicks them away.
When he stands up straight again, a gasp escapes my lips, my eyes zero in on his cock.
It’s… huge.
I hadn’t expected that, but then… I think he tried to warn me.
I push myself into a sitting position, just barely on the edge of the bed with my legs spread, that stiff flesh right in front of my face, and do what comes to mind in the moment. I stick my tongue out and lick the tip of his dick, drawing a visceral hiss from Zeph.
Then I grip the base and slide his dick between my tight lips, making his knees bend on a groan.
My whine builds back up, my slick begins to drip from my pussy to the floor, as I twirl my tongue around his thick, hard flesh, stroke it in tandem with my hand.
The only wetness is my saliva, and my grasping hand snaps against his smooth pelvis each time I draw him in deep. Then I use my free hand to slide between his legs from the front, finding his slick dripping from his ass, gather a bit on my fingers, then probe his hole to the first knuckle of my middle finger.
“Fuck,”he hisses, his fingers grasping my hair tight at the roots, his hips flexing forward to drive his cock deeper into my mouth and touching the back of my throat, then pushing back on my finger to drive it deeper into his ass. Again and again, his slick coating my hand, his moans filling the room, and my body burning with a desire I’ve never experienced.
Until he pulls away from me with a shout, breath heaving, hands on his knees before he turns his dazed eyes up at me. “You’re going to kill me,” he says on a small laugh, head shaking. When he stands upright again, his cock is still pointing straight at me, somehow looking even bigger now.
I give a smirk, one brow rising higher than the other. “Death by pleasure. Could do worse.”
With one bigHa!of laughter, he pounces on me, forearms hooked under my knees, pushing me up the mattress while I squeal with anticipation. The tip of his dick presses against my clit, and I groan as he manhandles my body, repositioning me somy head is on my pillow, that tip sliding around my pussy the whole time, coating itself in my slick, making me clench on air.
Then his face looms over mine, a slight pinch in his brow. “Do you want me, Nyx?”
I take his face in my hands, hold him steady as I look right into his purple eyes. “I want you more than anything, Zeph.” I peck his lips. “Than anyone.”
The groan he emits sets my body ablaze before he reaches down between us, aligns his cock with my entrance, circles his dick around once, twice, slow, then slides just the head inside. My breaths come in gasps, my hips flex, seeking his cock for release.
“Please,” I breathe.
