I kept up my tempo, ensuring my pumps matched the slam of my hips. I had no wish to tease him anymore. All I wanted was for him to fracture, to lose it, to forget the universe existed.
“Come for me,” I whispered.
He pulsed in my grip, and a choke accompanied his joints locking up?—
Wired as a rod, he exploded. Hot streams of cum flooded my palm and splattered onto the color-coded spines of my father’s books lining the shelves.
Yet, for some gods-knew-why reason, I could not care less about the destruction of the precious tomes.
Abandoning all reason, I pounded into him without a goal in mind, and when my tongue tasted the mist of sweat coating his shoulder…
I sunk my teeth into the crook of his neck. The possibility of a bruise forming tomorrow, staking my claim for all to see, tended to make me feral, and without fail, it did so now too.
The heat of his blood rushing to pool underneath his skin, his groan as he clenched around me, it severed the strings of my consciousness and hurled me straight into a chasm.
Seating myself inside him to the hilt, I lost my breath. My balls drew tight, the climb reaching the point of no return?—
I free-fell, coating Zion’s innards with myself, stuttering his name in a murmur—worshiping him.
“I think I need to lay down,” he muttered so quietly it took me a while to comprehend he had actually spoken.
If not for me holding him up, he likely would have slumped to the floor based on the bout of tremors whirring through him.
My smirk spread along the abused part of his neck. “I like the sound of that.” Unable to resist, I licked the half-moon marks my teeth had left.
Zion’s heavy pants enveloped me in their embrace, and the evidence of what I’d put him through bolstered my determination to never let him go.
Even if he asked.
He wasmine.
“Do not move,” I growled as I eased out of him.
His gasp, or perhaps a whimper, or a blend of both, burrowed into my chest and swelled, my ribs expanding to their limit—about to burst.
Before he could move away from the ceiling-high shelves stretching across the wall, I pulled one of his ass cheeks away, revealing the loosened hole I had ravaged. Pushing two of my fingers coated in milky drops of Zion’s cum inside, I mixed his release with mine.
He spasmed around my digits as I pumped them, adding a third to fill each inch of his insides.
“Fu—” His hips bucked forward, away from me. “I can’t?—”
Pressing his back into the shelves, I immobilized him. “I warned you that you would not walk away dry, Zion.”
A snicker, and then a full-blown giggle rolled over to us. “That’s a lie.” Seated on my desk, Kali twirled a pencil. “You said he wouldn’t be able to walkat all.”
“Let’s see.” Removing my fingers, I backed away. “Can you?”
Wearily, Zion unglued himself from the shelves, a red line bright on his forehead, sweat beads shining on his temples, and took a tentative step?—
He wavered, but caught his balance on the bookshelf. “I can walk.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Does not seem like it.”
“It’s your fault.” Pushing off the shelves, he collapsed onto the couch face-down. His body bounced on the cushions, and the dips and curves and planes of his muscles, that firmness, hardness on display, stirred my hunger again.
Kali had mentioned some citizens in Ilasall believed us to be cannibals, and sometimes I wished it were true. Then I could eat Zion up, one bite at a time.
“Here.” Stalking across the room, Kali offered me a pale wood box. Paper peeked out of the gap at the top, and I plucked a couple of tissues out to clean the stickiness coating my hand.
