I try to focus on the here and now and not the useless thoughts that are running through my head, demanding that I figure out what all of this means or accept that this is ultimately doomed to go nowhere between us. It’s just sex, I tell myself. Rook is like a gift wrapped up in cockatrice feathers, so why shouldn’t I enjoy a little fun?
If anyone finds out, we could get in a shit ton of trouble. But somehow...that only makes this hotter. Forbidden fucking with my prison guard? Yes, please!
Two buttons to go. The fabric is hanging off my hardened nipples, just a breath away from being exposed. I feel like I’m one of those taut threads he keeps pulling, ready to snap. My breath is coming on quicker, my skin flush. This moment seems like it’s about to change something, which I don’t get. I’ve had meaningless hook-ups before, and I’ve never been all worried or overemotional about them. So why does this hook-up seem different? Seem like...more?
One button left.
I try not to squee with nerves as I watch him free the last button and spit it out onto the floor with a clack. The shirt and I both just sit there waiting to see what he’ll do next. He straightens up, his gaze molten as he stares at me for a moment.
I swear, he eye-fucks me so hard I can practicallyfeelit. I can read the heated promises in his eyes, and somehow it chases my nerves away. I suddenly don’t care if I’m an inmate and he’s a guard. I don’t care that this could never work outside of this cell. Here and now is more than fine by me. And I seriously want it right fucking now.
I reach down and unclasp my pants, dropping the zipper down. The large pants drop right off me, and Rook looks at me, confused. “Did I lose?”
“No, you fucking won.”
I push his buttonless shirt off my shoulders and attack him like he’s the pool and I’m competing in a belly flop contest. It’s not pretty, but I couldn’t give a fuck. He grunts from the body tackle I just executed, but his arms reach out and support my weight as I wrap myself around him. His warm skin against mine is like the best feeling ever, and I moan as I claim his mouth.
I tease his tongue with mine, and we’re both suddenly all hands and tightening arms like we’re hanging off a cliff and trying to find the best handhold to take us to the top. The train of colorful feathers on his tail shoots up, spreading and shaking as we eliminate any space between our bodies. I chuckle into his mouth at the sight and turn to look at the impressive display. Like a male peacock, his tail feathers fan out, the iridescent blue and green colors glinting proudly.
“Nice,” I murmur.
“Just ignore it,” Rook groans against my mouth as he nips at my lower lip.
I smile and capture his tongue to suck on it after he flicks it out to tease my kiss-swollen lips. “My tail has a mind of its own too,” I explain, and I try not to giggle even harder when his tail feathers start to sway and writhe hypnotically.
Fuck, that’s pretty.
Fulfilling my promise, I drop down to my knees and lick him from base to tip, letting my tongue swirl over the head and suck up every hint of salty goodness. He grunts, my name spilling from his lips as I lap at him, giving him just a taste before I pop off, my tongue darting out to lick up the bead of precum gathering, and look up to gauge his reaction. “Yum,” I say.
His eyes are hooded with lust. “Fuck. I want to taste you,” he tells me as he pulls me up. His hands are holding my ass to support me, and he spreads my cheeks slightly and leans in, sucking on my bottom lip.
“Later,” I promise, because if I don’t get this dick inside me in less than two point five seconds, I’m going to spontaneously combust.
Rook opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it was turns into a groan of pure ecstasy as I align the head of his cock with my soaked pussy and drop down on him slowly and smoothly. I throw my head back and close my eyes, so all of my senses can focus on the way he feels as he fills me up inch by inch.
We couldn’t fit any more perfectly.
The wet curls between my spread thighs meet the hair at his base, and I grind against him, leaving a stamp of desire before I lift up until he almost pops out. I drop down on him harder, my hands on his shoulders for leverage, and this time, I open my eyes so I can watch his face. His eyes are closed, and he sucks in air between clenched teeth, a deep moan escaping on his exhale while our tails twist around each other. Seeing him like this...tense with desire and going crazy with lust because ofme...it makes me feel powerful.
Like Rook can feel my eyes on him, his lids slide open. Flaming desire smashes into me as our gazes connect. I feel completely consumed by his blazing hot look, and his grip on my ass tightens. He walks our connected bodies toward a wall and presses the feverish skin of my back against the iron barrier. I hiss at the shock of cold against my back, and then my hiss morphs into a gasp as Rook pins me in place and starts fucking me. Hard.
Oh. My. God.
He works in and out of me so roughly that I can’t even think. He feels so good. So beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before, that my whole body just up and decides that Rook is now classified as a god, and we will devotedly worship him for the rest of our days.
I come so fucking hard and fast that I can’t even scream. It’s like the pleasure steals the air in my lungs as it shoots through me. I’m forced to shove my face against where his neck meets his shoulder and just do this really weird gurgle thing. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t riding the best damn high my body has ever experienced. I didn’t even know it was possible to come that fast, and from nothing other than his cock. I always have to have other stimulation going on either with my boobs or clit in order to come, so this is completely new territory for me.
“That’s right, Sunrise, ride it out. You feel so fucking good,” Rook says into my ear as he slows his pace slightly and grinds against me more with each thrust. The new rhythm does all kinds of things for me, and just when I expect my orgasm to slip away, he works to make it lap steadily against my insides instead.
Holy shit, that’s good.
I giggle, completely lust-drunk, and he smiles and kisses me slowly. I can taste languid appreciation on his skilled tongue, and I can’t decide which I like better, the hard fucking or the sensual fucking that he’s doing right now.
I feel his tail ripple at the same pace as his thrusts, and I’m so captivated by it all that it almost feels otherworldly. Who knew it could be like this? I’ve been getting subpar sex for years. He’s going to ruin me for all other males in the future, I just know it.
I kiss Rook back with passion, memorizing the feel of his tongue, his teeth, his lips. I revel in the way he makes me feel. My orgasm finally tapers off, my pussy fluttering over his thick cock one last time. I twine my fingers in his glowing hair and own his mouth like he’s owning my pussy. You’d think I’d be all tired and rubbery after such an intense orgasm, but now that I know what he can do, I want more.
Like Rook can read my body, his pace slowly picks back up. He thrusts his cock into me deeper, my body being smashed roughly between the wall and him. I break away from his mouth, needing to pant and moan and tell him all the ways that he’s incredible and how good he feels. I love being taken like this. I love that he’s dominant enough to do it, while still pliant enough to let me be the boss too, like with the games.
