Chapter 44 Warm
ZORA
Like warm chocolate, dark and sweet, his lips melted into mine.
I wanted more. I craved more, and I pushed for it, an unspoken request that he opened up to me and kissed me back.
He obeyed, just like I wanted him to.
His large palms grabbed my waist and pulled me into him as he claimed my bottom lip and sucked on it possessively.
Hungrily.
My core throbbed, my nipples were hard and sensitive as it rubbed against his chest.
Warmth spread all over my body on anticipated.
I want to breathe him in, take in all of me, taste him, have him, inside me.
My pressing need rose to match his hunger. It lasted for a while, and just like the toss of a wave, it calmed.
My hunger had been sated, and the bond's need to be touched by him was a little satisfied. My sanity was back.
I pulled back, smiled at him, and then whisked myself out of his hands.
In a quick instant, I turned the basement doorknob and pushed it open, feeling exhilarated, lighter, and free. Damn! I felt like I could walk straight for miles. No mushy or ache-y feeling in between my legs.
Of course, there was no Wesley. The basement was empty.
I wanted his physical attention. Needed his attention. And I lied unashamedly to get it.
And now that i've had it, the next thing I needed to do was make him less mad at me for lying. Probably cover it with another like, "I thought he was down here." He'd still get mad, but it'd be lenient enough for him to let me be and return to whatever business he had before running into me.
I turned around to deliver my lie only to be grabbed by my wrist and yanked with so much force that I crashed into his solid chest.
"What do you think you're doing, meiga?" He sniffed in my hair, his eyes heavy and drowsy-looking with lust.
The word 'meiga' that fell out of his lips is usually an insult, but now.....
Now, it made my pussy walls clench. Pressure was building down there again.
"I-i.." I was lost for words. My initial excuse was useless because it was obvious that there was no Wesley here.
"Why did you lie to me?" One hand travelled down my body slowly, tracing the curve of my ass.
"Hmmm?" he squeezed softly. It drew out a moan through my throat while my traitorous body curved inward, pressing itself into his solid warm form, and soon I was mad with his heat. I could feel his heart racing and his hard cock straining against his pants and poking at my abdomen.
In a swoop, Ryker claimed my mouth again. This time, he was the one in full control.
It didn't take long for his expert kissing skill to ignite flames in me and strike it into a desire as maddening as before.
The kiss deepened, and my hands went wild. My fingers dug into his hair, then squeezed his neck and found his buttons.
I did them in a frenzy and trembled as his tongue found mine. Demanding and dominant.
The bond was ecstatic.
I threw my head back and rolled my eyes when he cupped a breast and gave it a painful, intoxicating squeeze. This wasn't like before. This level of need wasn't the type that was going to be sated by a mere kiss. If anything, the kiss was like oxygen to the fire.
I wanted more. I wanted to get rid of these clothes. I wanted things done skin-to-skin.
Somehow, Ryker found a table or whatever to put me on. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close, proceeding to touch his bare chest exposed partially by his half-open shirt but as soon as I touched chest, Ryker grabbed my hands and cuffed them with one large palm. He pulled me back roughly, and my back hit the cold surface of what I think is a table.
A shiver went down my spine so much that I was certain that goosebumps broke all over.
Ryker's hot lips countered it by trailing wet searing kisses from the crook of my neck down to the top of my cleavage.
My hips swayed in anticipation.
He pecked my cleavage before taking sniff and lapping the center with his tongue.
I twisted on my sides. Nothing seemed to exist except his hands, his tongue, his body, his heat, his scent.
All of him.
I wasn't aware that my dress had shifted away from my breasts area until he took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked.
My whole body jerked at the suction, but before I could catch my breath, Ryker did it again and again, mercilessly while he stroked my other nipple with his finger, flicking and occasionally pinching.
He established a rhythm.
While his thumb and index toyed with one nipple, his tongue and teeth licked and greased the other. When he pinched one nipple, he sucked the other at the same time.
My hands grabbed the sides of the table when he did that.
"Oh, oh Ryk- oh!"
I couldn't catch my breath.
Ryker stroked, licked, pinched, squeezed, and sucked till my nipples turned sore, tender yet still ached as hell.
Then I felt one hand travel up, drawing feather-like circles on my inner thighs. My legs shut close by reflex.
Ryker grunted and forced them open with one hand, cupping all of me. Moist hot me through my panties.
The pressure of the imprint of his fingers pressed into my pussy made my hips jerk back and forth sharply.
My hands found his shoulders and gave it a firm squeeze. I needed a way to release all this desire and ache.
"Ryker..." I breathed. His fingers were starting to move, in slow long strokes.
My legs part open, wanting more, but this damn piece of fabric was spoiling the fun I wanted. I dug my nails into his shoulders in protest, and he responded by taking my hands off his shoulder and pinning them above my head again.
"No... ahhh!"
My protest died down and morphed into a moan when one long finger slipped into the band of my panties and curled up in my wet pussy.
The strokes were deliberate, going up and down, curling and pressing into my slick entrance, teasing me to the edge before repeating. My hips started to rock with his fingers exploring every inch, every corner and moist line.
I twisted, turned and rocked as Ryker went faster then slow.
Faster then slow. Again and again.
Still lost in the ocean of my desire and trying to catch my breath, I was taken by surprise when he kissed me there. I nearly jumped off the table but his strong hands held my hips down.
It was just like my dirty hyper imaginations earlier this morning, before breakfast. Only this time it was real. And my body trembled under him. I drew up my knees and spread them further apart to give him more access and to have more of him.
I lifted my pelvis. I wanted his tongue to reach the deeper places of me that burned, that yearned.
My fingers itched to touch his hair while I reached the peak of my arousal, but it was helplessly bound above my head with a belt. It had been a sneaky move. I wouldn't have noticed when the only thing that mattered was my desire and his expertise in dealing with it.
I folded into two, arching my back as I neared climax. I was almost there, Every fiber of my body vibrated so vehemently that it was about to explode, anticipating the moment.
But he stopped.
Ryker lifted his head. I could tell his face was still hovering over my pussy because his warm breath gently caressed. I lifted myself a little to peek over at him, ready to demand that he continue and give me the orgasm that I was due for.
But he was adjusting his shirt, buttoning up and fixing his hair.
"Ryker? Wh-"
"Get dressed!" He said with an icy tone as he went round the table and unstrapped the belt from my hands.
What the hell! I was confused. Wasn't he just eating me out a few seconds ago. Why the sudden change of -
"Get dressed meiga. Someone is coming this way, except you'd like to have an audience."
"I don't hear-" The rest of my sentence dried up in my mouth as I heard the faint sound of someone's footsteps fast approaching.
Shit!
I tore my panties off my ankles, got off the table, and pulled my dress down. I was still struggling with my chest area when someone walked in.
"Alpha..." Wesley stood by the entrance, seemingly surprised.
His mouth was hanging open, and his eyebrows nearly unified with his hairline.
Covering the exposed part of my chest with my small hands while also hiding away my panties, I avoided his gaze as I ran out of the basement, unsatisfied need replaced with embarrassment.