A heated look. “Because I am not one who will be needing it.”
My stomach dipped like I was on a roller coaster again. Even though I was sitting still.
“How about ‘suitcase’?” I said, glancing at the luggage and spilled clothes he’d shoved to the ground.
“Suitcase. This is excellent safe word.” He gave me a pleased smile over the pizza. “Good job,zayka. You are learning so well.”
I beamed under his approval, a weird thrill warming my tummy. And that was when I discovered I might have apraise kink.
“You are not full yet,” he said as I finished my second slice, his tone flat—leaving me unsure if he was making a statement or asking a question.
I figured it must have been the former when he placed another slice on my plate and said, “You will take another,” in that unmistakable tone he used for commands.
Maybe it was the power of suggestion—or the continued effects of the tremendous afterglow from the multiple orgasms he’d given me. I ended up happily housing a third slice. “I guess I was hungrier than I thought.”
Yom gathered up everything and set it outside the door. “We are very hungry-making activity,” he replied in his vaguely broken English that somehow made perfect sense.
“Zayka, I am still hungry, though,” he said when he came back from setting everything outside the door. “For tossed salad.”
I supposed I shouldn’t have been surprised. Chicago deep dish was by far the unhealthiest thing I’d ever seen Yom deign to eat. He didn’t even steal so much as a fry when we ate lunch together in the food court.
“Oh, you know what, let me get it this time,” I said, extending my arm toward the phone on the nightstand that he must have plugged in for me while I slept.
But before he could reach it, he took my hand in his. “Nyet, zayka.” Yom regarded me from underneath hooded eyes. “Turn over. Get on your knees.”
“Ohhh… that kind of salad,” I said, realizing I was about to get introduced to yet another sex term I’d only heard of before tonight.
I didn’t know what was more shocking, the feel of the hockey god’s tongue, warm and wet in my most forbidden hole. Or that I was actually enjoying it.
Actually, really enjoying it.
My embarrassment at bracing myself on my forearms while getting attended to like this began to fade as new sensations rippled out from the direction of my back hole.
Actually, really,reallyenjoying it. I began to moan and brought my hand up to instinctively rub at my pussy.
It was drenched. From earlier? Or because I liked this so unexpectedly much.
Either way, I wasn’t able to keep my hand there long.
Yom swatted it away, and soon his fingers were buried inside me while his thumb circled my swollen clit with a deftness that I could only attribute to his athleticism.
I began moaning louder, turning my forehead back and forth over the cool sheets as he continued to swathe his tongue between my back cheeks while his hand worked my pussy. How in the world could anything so dirty feel this good?
“Yom,” I panted, a wholly unexpected fire building inside of me.
Then his tongue pushed through the tight barrier of my puckered hole. Flicking up and down on some invisible nerve it would have never occurred to me existed inside that part of my body while continuing to rub his thumb over my clit….
Until not one but two stove lights clicked inside of me, exploding into fire at the exact same time.
Forget moaning. I began to scream.
The double sensation of an orgasm igniting in two places was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Too much. Some unconscious self-preservation switch made me crawl forward, trying to get away from the onslaught of pleasure.
But Yom once again proved himself merciless. He followed me with his mouth and fingers. Hand working relentlessly, his tongue flicking over that previously unknown spot until the orgasm finished hurricaning through me. Taking everything and leaving nothing behind but my wrecked, spasming body in its wake.
When he finally let me go, I collapsed on the bed, a trembling mess. Occasionally jerking when I accidentally moved and a new sensation zapped through me like sexual static electricity.
I lay there in a hazy stupor until I realized… Yom had now gotten me off three times since our first sex, but I hadn’t attended to him even once.
