The squelching sounds pushed me to drive in harder, and harder, and harder, until her relaxed flesh rippled each time my pelvis hit her backside.
Gedeon’s arms enfolded my midriff, and he nipped below my ear, leaving a trail of stings.
Rocking inside her, I counted the indigo cushions scattered on the couch, from one to seven, one to seven, one to fucking seven, anything to divert my attention from my balls drawing tight, so freaking tight, I was going to go insane if Gedeon didn’t grant me a release the next second.
Every time I withdrew, and my ass pushed against his groin, I questioned if this was how it would be like whenhefuckedme. Curiosity about being pounded had peaked within me many times since puberty, but I’d never trusted anyone enough to let them actually do it.
But with Gedeon…it was all I could think about.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” he whispered into my ear. “Dawn after dawn, I keep waking up astonished at how I have survived without you at my mercy for so long.”
His teeth dragged lower, closer to my throat, framing my carotid artery as I pounded into her. I couldn’t stop. The reflection in the mirror had mesmerized me: Kali, a shaking mess, clenching around me, and Gedeon pressed against me, feeding on my flesh, ravaging me bite by bite.
“Come for me,” he said so quietly it resembled a plea more than an edict. “Paint the inside of our woman with your cum.”
Two more thrusts, two more slams of Gedeon’s pelvis into my ass, and Iplummeted. My strength retreated from my limbs and flowed into my lower abdomen as I exploded into Kali. Black dots peppered my vision as I trembled, ensnared between the both of them.
“You have no idea how long I have wanted this.You.” His arms tightened around my torso. “To witness you squirm from the growing need to come until you have no choice but to fall apart, crumble so entirely, I get to hold you until you come back to me.”
Strong fingers seized my chin, turning my head, and a pair of thick lips crashed into my own. Ignoring my screaming muscles, I instinctively responded, relishing how he consumed me.
He took his time, leisurely discovering what coaxed my heartbeats to pick up pace, what tensed my abs, what made me melt into him.
I’d never been into kissing others much. But that had changed the first time Kali had spat out an insult. And with Gedeon, I felt the same push nagging me to meld myself to him.
He left a trail of gentle kisses along my jaw. “Can you untie her?”
My vocal cords refused to cooperate. Or maybe it was my tongue. Whatever the obstacle was, I resorted to lowering my chin in confirmation.
As I pulled out of her, not an incomprehensible noise or a slurred word left her. She simply sagged in the restraints.
Gedeon adorned the crook of my neck with another kiss, then a second one on my shoulder, and a third on my upper back, the sweeps of his lips so gentle they rewired my neurons, connecting them in pathways belonging only to him.
Before I could beg him to never stop, his presence vanished, and the bathroom welcomed him.
Searching for the shreds of my clarity, I freed Kali’s left wrist, catching her before she could collapse. With her arm over my shoulders, I mumbled, “Hold on.”
Not a peep betrayed her answer, but she leaned into me, and I took that as an ‘okay.’
I made quick work of the special knot on her right wrist and then picked her up. Her head lolled back and forth while I brought her to the bed and laid her on top of the white sheets.
“How is she?” A string of footfalls approached me, and Gedeon passed me a damp towel. Concern creased his eyebrows as he dabbed another one on her lax face.
“Passed out,” I said, cleaning myself up while he took care of her.
Together, we maneuvered her to free the duvet from underneath her and then tucked her in, wrapping her in a cocoon, or the heat-trap, as Gedeon had sworn it to be.
Crawling beside her, I stretched out in the center of the mattress. An ache climbed up my tendons as I wiggled my toes, the sheets underneath me as soft as the cotton candy Gedeon had somehow managed to procure earlier that night.
He pulled off his t-shirt, the one with the strawberry patch I’d sketched myself and pestered the supplier of Vice’s uniforms into sewing onto the shirt. Gedeon had looked adorable wearing it. And kind of hot whenever he’d taken the time to explain the embroidered phraseZion’s and Kali’s Strawberryto any guest who’d inquired.
To my surprise, instead of discarding the dirty clothing on the floor, he spread the t-shirt onto the couch, the cream upholstery light enough to irritate him for sure.
Sensitivity to light had been a symptom of his migraines for ages. Whenever one would sneak up on him, he’d begin to squint and scowl. So I’d convinced our friend group to allow him to paint all the walls in our central building a darker hue, a shade that wouldn’t cause acid to spill across his retinas.
Gedeon’s jeans followed, and I marveled at his muscular physique. Thick thighs, larger than mine. The moving muscles in his back as he folded his pants and laid them next to the t-shirt, the items of clothing two inches apart.
He always preferred things, whatever they might have been, to be in a certain order.
