Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 9

chapter nine

pulsing for her pleasure

I woke to a warm palm against my lower belly, a finger strumming my clit, and a thick cock against my ass. “Oh,” I breathed.

“I am ready for round two.” Thrash ground himself harder against my backside.

“So I feel.” I simultaneously laughed and groaned.

He withdrew his hand, trailing fingers, damp from my arousal, over my belly.

“What are you doing? Are you trying to die today?” I was only half kidding. Don’t wake me up by getting me all hot and bothered and stop mid-game.

Pushing me into a sitting position he said, “Take off your clothes.”

“Just because you made my eyes roll back in my head does not give you the right to order….” My gaze dropped to his lap and throat tightened, turning my words into something that resembled the final breath of a deflating balloon.

The sheets had bunched at Thrash’s hips. His pants were off, revealing a lot of obsidian flesh and the swollen head of his erection jutting past the blanket’s edge.

“Good idea.” I surged to my feet, but the covers had other ideas. They tangled around my calves and thighs like a sardonian constrictor. I wobbled and tilted. “Shit!”

Thrash gripped my waist and saved me from a face-plant. “Careful. Don’t bruise that beautiful body.” He patted my ass.

“Thanks.” I steadied myself and shimmied out of the heavy work clothes. They hit the ground with an audible whoomph.

Big mistake!

Immediately a spike of intense cold cleaved through my flesh to gnaw on my bones. The temperature in the cave had dropped several shocking degrees. Either that or Thrash eating my pussy while I sucked his cock had made me so hot, I hadn’t noticed the cold. Probably the latter. Shivers wracked my body as I burrowed beneath the blankets and lay on my back, pulling the covers to my chin.

Thrash lay on his side facing me. He kissed my shoulder as he tunneled an arm beneath me and lay one over my middle, caging me in his hold as he pulled me against him. A lazy smile curled one corner of his mouth. He rocked his groin against my outer thigh. “Hi.”

I choked on a response. How could he possibly expect me to be coherent with that beast pressed against me, flesh to naked flesh?

Heat from the steely length of him soaked into my skin, branding me, and shot liquid fire into my veins.

He moved his hips again and his cock slipped and slid against my leg.

A battalion of butterflies seemed to take flight in my stomach and flutter into my chest, turning me breathless.

Inside the circle of his arms, I rolled onto my side and faced him. His heavy erection fell against me, head nudging the seam of my thighs. Fuck, I was already wet. I took a deep breath to rein in my out-of-control hormones and smiled. “Hi.”

He leaned in to kiss my neck. The hot swirl of his tongue and sharp nip of his teeth sent another jolt of molten heat from my core to my clit.

I placed my palms on his broad chest, letting my fingers explore the sleek feel of his scales. I drew my hands down his abdomen where scales gave way to ripples of muscle. Beneath my touch, his stomach trembled as I traced the ridges of his abdomen lower and lower. My knuckles grazed his jutting cock.

His hips jerked. A groan, deep and rough enough to be ripped straight from his soul, rumbled out of him.

The sound sank into every molecule of my being and caught fire. Dear gods but I needed more. More of him against me, filling me. My limbs felt jittery and restless. I threw a leg over his hip and pressed my heel into his thigh, urging him closer. His pheromones weren’t doing this to me. The groan, while sexy as all hells wasn’t the source either. The reason was Thrash—just him.

Mate. A word I never thought would be part of my vocabulary was harder and harder to deny.

He rolled me onto my back and rose over me looking like some god of pleasure I was ready and willing to worship. His molten gaze burned like undulating flames. “I need to be inside you.”

Forearms braced on either side of me, he held most of his weight off me and moved his hips. His cock, heavy and hot, slid with delicious, silky friction along the seam of my thighs. The head nudged into my damp curls. “Already so wet. Do you like what you feel?” His heated gaze held mine as he moved again and this time his shaft pushed between my folds.

Fog clouded my brain. My tongue felt too thick and heavy to form words.

Withdrawing, he held his body still above me. “I asked if you like this.”

“Thrash.” I breathed past the lust-induced fog. “Yes. I like it very much.”

“Do you want my cock in your mouth?”

This was torture. Could I die of pleasure? “Yes.”

“Inside your beautiful, wet cunt?”

“Gods, yes.”

“Which? Mouth or cunt?” His question was part groan part laugh. He still hadn’t moved.

The light but persistent pressure of his dick against me fueled a very sudden and very feral need. “Fuck me already.” I let my legs fall open and dug my nails into his ass.

Thrash hissed and his hips jerked. His cock pressed against my entrance. Despite the tight fit, I was so wet and slick, he easily pushed into me.

My body took him. One inch, more, growing thicker and thicker the deeper he sank. The movement stopped with a burst of burning pain that quickly melted into pleasure.

“Oh!” I let loose a trembling moan, and he froze. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “I want you inside of me. All of you. Fill me.”

“I hurt you.” He strained to hold himself steady. Veins bulged along his neck. He began to retreat.

“No.” I bucked my hips.

Groaning, he slipped inside further. Sweat gathered along the edges of his scaled brow. His throat and chest glistened. Swirls of red, orange, and white-gold light spiraled up his horns and pulsed beneath his scales.

I felt a throbbing sensation inside my pussy. My muscles spasmed, going tense, and I almost came right then. “What…what was that?”

Another hot pulse.

Somehow, my core felt slicker, muscles looser.

He slid deeper.

I jerked, my knees came up, and my toes curled. Despite the tension in my body, my core relaxed further, allowing him to push deeper. I was fuller than I thought possible, and gods it felt good. “What is happening? Is that you?”

“Hmm,” he rumbled. “I told you my oreha can also bring pleasure.” A wicked smile curled his lips. Inside me, his cock pulsed, sending out a wave of heat and pleasure.

My clit thrummed and core tightened. Scorching solar storms! I was already so close to coming, and we had barely started. “This is going to kill me.”

“It’ll be worth it.” Another pulse. He thrust hard and fast, stretching me with another snap of pain and pleasure as he pushed fully into me. “Tori!”

Our shouts mingled, echoing off the high dome of the cave.

He met my gaze and rocked his hips.

“Yes.” I let my knees fall wide as he pulled back. When he thrust, he released another pulse. The vibration hit me everywhere. He moved again, slow at first, then faster and faster. Pull back, thrust, and pulse. I met him thrust for thrust, riding his cock.

He withdrew and shifted to kneel. Angling my hips, he hooked my knees over his shoulders and pumped into me, plunging deeper than I thought possible.

My eyes flew wide. I groaned at the new angle that hit in all the right ways.

With our gazes locked, he pulled back and thrust. His cock rubbed my g-spot with each pull and push. His oreha enhanced every sensation.

I looked down my body to where Thrash knelt between my legs, pounding into me over and over. The defined ridges of his abdomen flexed and constricted. His cock was wet with my juices. I glimpsed spirals of color before he thrust and released a pulse.

The slap of our flesh, the wet pull and push noises, and our heavy pants filled the air along with the musky scent of our sex.

“You’re amazing,” Thrash panted, his face and chest covered with sweat, his glossy skin shining in the faint glow of the lights. “You feel so good. Too good. I can’t wait much longer.”

“Please,” I begged. “I want you to come.”

“Tori. Fuck!” He jerked his hips forward, slamming his cock into me and withdrew, faster and faster, pulse after pulse. The heavy bedding bunched beneath my back as his pace increased. He pounded into me fast and hard, until I couldn’t keep up.

Suddenly, the sweet and spicy, completely carnal scent of Thrash’s pheromones ripped into me. Even though his hands were nowhere near my clit, I felt pressure there—a pinch. A pull where our bodies came together. My ragged pants matched the tightening inside of me.

“Come on, I can’t… I have to…” His pheromones surged as he sank inside me on a roar. Iridescent light erupted in dazzling spirals and swirls across his glistening, obsidian flesh as another pulse hit me. He released my leg and collapsed over me, burying his face in my throat as he moved his hips in fast, hard jerks, creating friction against my clit.

I dug my nails into his back and held on for dear life as my climax tore through me. A scream of pure, carnal pleasure scorched a path from my lungs. I shattered into a thousand pieces that were now floating somewhere in space.

Eyes closed, my lips spread with a satisfied smile, and I wrapped my arms around his broad back, pressing my cheek against his shoulder, his scales hot and slick with sweat.

Still breathing heavily, Thrash rolled to his side. He held me tight and pulled me with him, so we remained connected. Chest to chest, our hearts raced against one another. Until exhaustion claimed us both.