Page 50 of Twisted Bonds
And I know he’s right.
He lets out a sigh of exhaustion. “Not right now, Third. I couldn’t concentrate if I tried.”
Sunder leans against the boulder, watching the first rays of light appear over the horizon. “Want to fight?” I push his shoulder.
He gets his back off the rock, hands coming to a ready. His eyes, though… It's as if my desire for him is made tangible in the intense gaze we share, a magnetic pull that draws us closer, our bodies humming with electric anticipation. His feet take a defensive stance. A stance for grappling.
I can grapple.
Usually.
I’m bigger than him, but my knowledge of combat is limited as I retain no true memories of life before being Mira’s house cat. Our daily tussles have been helping, of course, but I know this isn’t truly what he needs. I swallow thickly, feeling something shifting inside me.
I haven’t mentioned that Mira gave us her blessing in the Dreamshare. It felt… pushy. Besides, he was there. He didn’t ask me what we spoke of, so I assume he heard our conversation.
I swallow a blush as heat prickles up to my cheeks.
And then he’s on me, pushing me off balance, trying to get me off kilter. He slings me around as my back collides with the granite slab. We pause as our eyes meet, heavy breath washing over us. Hearts pounding. Like two stars in a vast, dark sky, they locked onto each other, pulling closer with an irresistible gravitational force, their intensity burning bright and fierce.
His eyes flicker to my lips.
This is what he needs, I remind myself as I summon my courage. It’s what we both want.
I grab his shirt, pulling him towards me as I plant my lips on his. I keep my eyes open, watching for his reaction. Sunder freezes for just a second, his chestnut eyes wide with surprise before they flicker shut. The kiss is fierce, raging like wildfire.
Then he melts into the kiss, sloppy and desperate. Needy. A throaty groan leaves his throat as his hands cup my face and travel down my chest.
Suddenly there’s a change, a roughness in his hands, a wildness in his eyes that sends shivers through me. And for a moment, I forget why we’re doing this. I forget about Mira, about the Second we need to confront. I lose myself in the feeling of his lips against mine and the way his body responds to me.
His body presses against mine, and I can feel his arousal matching my own. His mouth moves to mine, and I let out a moan as he pulls me closer by my shirt. He then slams me back against the rock with such force that it almost takes my breath away, but his lips never leave mine. The kiss is raw and uncoordinated, but it only adds to the intensity. His hands are on either side of my face, desperate as he deepens the kiss.
The world drops away. The cold air, the hard stone… all of it fades into the background as Sunder and I lose ourselves in each other.
I sink to my knees, the rough stone scraping my back.
“Let me taste you. Please,” I breathe, already unbuckling his pants. With a frustrated grunt, he pounds his fist against the rocky surface behind me as I release his hard shaft from its confines.
“Use me, Sunder. Focus on me. Forget everything else. It’s just you and me right now.”
Before I get the last word out, his hand clamps down on my head as he thrusts his entire length past my lips. The heat and saltiness of him fills my mouth, but I’m too busy gasping and gagging to care. A primitive moan escapes from deep within me as I struggle to take all of him in, my throat burning with the effort.
Like his kiss, it’s rough and clumsy as he fucks my face hard, repeatedly hitting my head against the unyielding rock. I don’t suck or move at all; I just bask in letting him use me. Let him use my mouth to forget. Let me use him for the same. We both need this to escape. Find release. To forget the outside world and lose ourselves in each other.
I moan around him as the first drops of pre-cum drip into the back of my throat.
His thrusts become deeper and more frantic as he chases his orgasm inside me. He curses and whispers my name as he gags me. Tears roll down my cheeks. My airway is cut. But I don’t care. I open wider, letting more of him inside me. Fill me. Use me, I chant in my head as his thundering growl becomes primal.
I search out his face while he pounds into my mouth and realize I’ve never seen him like this before. Totally let loose, free of all inhibitions. Makes sense. With Mira he wants to perform and please her. But with me, like this, tonight…
He just needs to let go.
It’s so raw and unbridled. I swoon internally, so desperate to please him.
And then he’s roaring. Roaring so loud the rocks shake behind me. Hot ropes of cum slide down my throat, salty and thick. He tries to pull out, but I grab his legs behind the knee and hold him in place. Let him finish emptying in me.
Slowly, I lick and suck on his cock as it softens against my tongue, peppering it with soft kisses as I clean him, savoring each and every lick.
When I look up, there’s dampness in the corner of his eyes. Sunder slides to his knees as he pulls me against him in the most chest crushing hug I’ve ever experienced.