by Elise Jae
It would be so easy for him to lift me up….
As if he can read my thoughts, he does, pulling me up his body so that he can kiss me again.
A zing of heat shoots through me as he does. A pure bolt of lust and desire sends a shiver over my skin.
I have to remind myself I can’t put the proverbial cart before the sexy horse.
“I want you… but you are bigger than I expected.” I lick my lips, thinking back through the men and toys I’ve had inside me. None match up to what I’m feeling between two very thin layers of fabric. “And I have rules about where you can put that….”
His eyes drop to my lips, but there’s a flicker of pain in them. “You don’t have to do anything—”
He stops talking when I reach up and place a finger against his lips. “I know I don’t have to do anything. But I want to. The question is… do you think we can fit that in my ass?”
He freezes, like a robot that just had its directives overwritten.
I’m not a big girl. I’m not tiny, but compared to him….
I can imagine what might be going through his head. He honestly looks a little terrified.
“We can fool around and I can get you off with my hands and mouth… but I’d like to try. Though I’ll admit, I’m not sure I’m up for the task.”
“That’s your bondmate’s rule. No vaginal sex?”
“It’s my rule.” I say it carefully emphasizing me because I don’t want him to argue and I don’t want to lie to him about the bondmate I don’t have.
“Before you came to me, I was going to leave. Whatever we don’t do… I won’t be disappointed.”
It’s a lie, I know, but he believes it.
“Then let’s start with something we both know we can handle.”
I cup his face with both of my hands, letting him keep me upright, and kiss him.
This time, it’s different, and not just because my body is pressed against the warm, firm wall of muscle. But because we don’t have an audience. We both know where this is headed now. There is an end game and I hope to God he doesn’t try to rush it.
If this kiss is any indication… I might be able to get everything I desire.
He takes my mouth in a slow, caressing exploration, his free hand wandering over my skin as he cradles me to him with just the one scooped under me.
Those large fingers have a sort of grace to them, so much so that I don’t realize he’s been working to free my bra until the tight band no long hugs me, and cool air is quickly replaced by the warmth of his skin.
But I’m easily distracted. His kiss is intoxicating. Exploring him is a dangerous game as my fingers trace the raised lines of scars and the sharp cuts of muscle.
There are stories written on his body I’ll never get to hear.
Stories I shouldn’t want, so desperately, to learn.
Brushing a thumb over the flat disk of flesh that is his nipple, I have to smile against his lips as he groans so loudly….
I unhook my legs from around his waist and wriggle until he lets me slide down him.
His cock is a work of art performed by God.
I hadn’t been able to look at Earth guy’s cocks the same after I’d seen the first one in a porn not-so-secretly provided by the Agency.
Seeing it in person… I have to bite my lip.
I can’t stop myself from reaching out to touch him.
I hold my hand up to it, palm against the pronounced ridges on it’s underside. My longest finger barely reaches to the halfway mark.
Those ridges, like notches to pull him closer to his mate, are stiff, like cartilage. Set, but somehow floating beneath the skin.
I stroke him once, biting my lip harder to stop the smile that threatens. It’s not necessary. His eyes close as the motion pulls his skin more tightly over him.
The rest of the shaft is covered in the same soft skin, but aroused as he is, it has a texture that makes me shiver. Pulled tight over his cock, it shows the tubes that seem to twist toward the wide head.
“You look delicious.”
There’s no chance I’ll be able to take all of him, so I don’t even try. Holding the thick base of that cock with both hands. I brush my lips across the soft, hard tip of him.
“I wonder what you’ll taste like.”
“Why don’t you find out… because that question has been floating in my head too. And I plan to eat my fill when you’re done.”
That sends a pure slice of pleasure through me, and I have to squirm as I sit back on my heels.
I run my tongue around the head of him and shiver at the sound that leaves his throat. There’s longing mixed in with that pleasure. He’s been deprived of something for so long, and what I’m giving him is probably a bare drop in the bucket of what he needs.
And it hurts, to know I won’t be able to give it to him….not tonight, not ever.
That traitorous little voice in the back of my mind—the one that wants to forget I don't get to have this again—whispers to tell me how much fun it would be to learn to get used to something this big.
An accomplishment that would be our little secret.
Because I’m drawn to him. To something in his careful smile, or maybe it’s the way he touches me… like I’m precious, breakable.
His hand ghosts over my shoulder, and I have to stop myself from reaching up to still the movement—to drag it to my neck. There are some marks I can’t hide from Mary.
“I’m close,” he says, hand stroking my hair. “Where do you want it?”
I pull back long enough to suck in a few heavy breaths. But I don’t answer. I just open my mouth for him again, and slide him back between my lips as far as I can get.
His abdomen tightens and it’s the only warning I get.
I’d heard rumors, known to expect sweetness, but this… this could be addicting.
I relax my jaw as much as I can and work to keep up with the first load of his come.
There’s so much. No wonder human women get pregnant so easily.
I swallow him down. As the excess spills onto my chest, I look up when he stops twitching. His hand is still on the back of my head, but now it’s holding me still.
I spare him a wicked smile and stroke the ridges under his cock with my tongue.
He pulls away from me, and drops back to the bed. I crawl after him. The sound that escapes him is one of pure pleasure.
“If you want to make it to your ass, you’re going to have to give us a chance.”
I chuckle against his cock and pull back, sucking all the way until I come off of him with a hard pop.
Because I probably shouldn’t want it. I should probably have him finger me to completion. Lord knows his hands are big enough he could simulate another—less than average—man’s cock.
But I want it.
And sian men—along with all their other, delightful qualities—come twice.
Every time.
I’ve heard rumors about more….
His gaze follows me as I stand.
“You make me want things I can’t have.” I twist the clasp at my back and let my bra slide from my shoulders to the floor.
“I’d give them to you.”
And I have a feeling that’s the most truthful thing anyone’s ever said to me.
He moves too quickly for a man of his size, and when he flips me, the squeak I let free makes me laugh hard enough I screw my eyes shut.
When I open them again, he’s watching me, a soft look on his face… “Saints you’re beautiful.”
His eyes travel down my body and his fingers hook in black lace. The slow drag makes me want to squirm. He drops them at his feet.
Then, gripping my thighs more tightly than he has before, he descends on me.
This time, the sound that leaves my throat isn’t funny, it’s pure desire, and I angle myself to give his mouth better access. I want to open myself for him, but his hands hold me immobile. Five pressure points on each one making me want to fight h
is hold.
His mouth covers me, lips and tongue making promises only his fingers will be able to keep tonight.
And fuck if I don’t want to break all the rules.
I should tell him the danger we’re tiptoeing toward.
But if he walked away now….
He sucks on my cllit and my toes curl, my eyes cross, and any thought of telling him why I have my rules flies straight out the window.
“God you’re good at that.”
“I had a good teacher.”
“Remind me to thank her.”
He laughs into me, pulling me a little closer to his mouth. The vibration making it all the better.
“Come here, darling.” He takes hold of my hand, helping me upright. “I need to know if you have any other rules before I accidentally break them.”
“Just the one.” I should tell him why.
But I want to have my cake and eat it too….
“Is it just my cock, or…”
I take his finger into my mouth, sucking the way I’d like to feel him inside of me. “Everything else is on the table.”
I swear I hear him say, “Thank the Saints” a moment before he drags me forward. Gasping, I grab hold of the sheets and try to anchor myself.
His fingers feel enormous.
I should be scared, but I can’t find the good sense. Maybe I left that at Mary’s house.
And then, the pressure I can’t help but clench against as his fingers move down….
“Are you okay?”
I nod. “I won’t lie, I’m a little scared.”
“We don’t—”’
“I want to.” I wiggle up to sitting and take his face in my hands. “I didn’t know you were what I was looking for when I came here tonight, but I intend to have you… in every way I can.”
He kisses me back, lips hard against mine, and with one hand, he pushes me back to the mattress. Tongue on my clit, one hand working my pussy, his other fingers start a gentle exploration.
“Hang on.” He leaves me, and the cool air sends gooseflesh over my skin.
I watch him, not bothering to cover myself as he goes, wanting him to watch as I keep playing with myself. I’m surprised when he pops open a cabinet hidden inside the mirror. He pulls a container from it, and I’m so glad there’s more lube. What I brought was meant for a normal man’s cock. To take him… I might need more of the stash hidden in that mirror.
“Tell me if you need me to stop. If anything is wrong.”
I nod as he presses back into me. He’s so damn gentle as he keeps working into me, just a little at a time. He gets me on my knees and I grab a pillow. Just in case.
Fingers widening, and I dig my own into my clit, harder.
I hear the sound of a hand gliding over a heavily lubed cock and I shiver.
I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anything so badly in my entire life.
And now it’s time for the main event. Time to see if I can put my money where my….
I have to focus on breathing. He hasn’t even entered me yet, but he’s so freaking big…. Damn.
“Damn,” The word is a whisper and I look back over my shoulder at him. With his eyes closed like that, and brow pinched—I can’t tell if it’s in concentration or in pain—he looks… different.
An irrational thought springs to mind.
I want him.
I want him.
But the algorithm didn’t match us. And if he’s here, he put in a request, right?
Tonight is all I’ll get.
I have to bury my face in the pillow to stop myself from thinking about that any more.
And when he presses into me, I let the pressure—the pleasure—drive those thoughts from me.
I want all of him. I want everything he can give me in the limited time we have...
Hands at my hips, I feel him holding me in place. I know he can feel me trying to move and he’s making sure I don’t.
I should probably thank him for that, but the only sound I can make are moans. Desire turned to sound as it slips between my lips.
“You can’t take all of me. Not this time. And I don’t think your bondmate would thank me for hurting you.”
He pulls fully from me, and I’m glad I can’t actually talk right now, because I’d beg for things I can’t have.
And I’m dripping for him.
“Don’t worry; I’ve got you. I’ll give you what you want.”
His words are strained, but I know he will. Know that he’ll do everything he can for me.
And maybe that’s the problem.
Because as he lines himself back up, and slides into me, neither of us are thinking. We’re both a slippery mess of lube. And it happens that quickly….
That easily.
He fills me in the one place he shouldn’t.
It’s like a snap and he floods into me, a rush of emotions more dizzying than anything I’ve ever felt.
More permanent, too.
FAULT
She freezes, and the words that fall from her lips are the exact ones that bounce through my head.
“Oh shit.”
Oh shit is right.
I’m inside of her. Connected with her in the way that breaks her rule… and now I know why she had it.
Pleasure mixes with panic—hers and mine. And my brain catches up as she falls forward onto her stomach. My cock slides from her pussy and I have to catch myself on the wall to keep from falling over. Our mating bond clicked into place like the tumblers of a lock.
“You….”
“I’m so sorry,” She turns in a way that curls herself into a ball as she sits, hiding her nakedness with her legs and arms all wrapped together.
“You’re not….”
“I didn’t mean… that’s why it was my rule.” I hate the fear slithering across our newly formed bond.
“You’re not already bonded?”
She looks up at me, her breathing slow, but labored. “No.”
“Thank the Saints.”
I feel her shock mixing with my relief and have to sit down. The confusion, I expect.
“Double bonding can happen” Triple, actually, but I don’t want to get into that with her right now. “And the idea of feeling this…” I wave my hands between us because I can’t articulate what it is. “And having to walk away from it when I can’t even wrap my mind around it….”
I shake my head, trying to clear it, but there’s a wash of relief from her and it doesn’t exactly help.
“I need to think.” And my brain isn’t running on all cylinders.
The first thing I do is go back to the cabinet and grab a small pouch of cleaning supplies. She watches me warily as I come back to her, and it’s so strange to feel what she’s feeling. To know that the fear I see in her eyes isn’t because of my size or anything I could do physically to her.
No… she’s afraid that I’m mad.
Afraid that I’ll say something that will sting.
Afraid I don’t want her.
I pull her forward, and cover one of my fingers with the sanitary cloth, pressing it inside of her, cleaning anything that might have gotten in her when I made my mistake.
I brush my thumb over her clit, and inhale at the sharp sensation.
Her eyes close, head tips back, and she tightens around me.
Feeling her desire only makes me want more. It’s a delicious feedback loop with only one solution.
I use the other wipe and climb back onto the bed with her. Sitting against the smooth wooden headboard, I pull her up and over me, and looking in her eyes, I move her until she’s straddling me, and lower her back onto my cock.
I feel the sigh that leaves her lips. Feel the weight of her pleasure as she takes all of me.
Before was all need, restrained, but frantic.
This is something else.
She rises on me, setting a slow-build pace and I can’t look away from her face, learning what each little change means as her ecstasy starts to b
uild within me.
The desperate urge inside of me, that prickle beneath my skin and the pressure behind my cock, it’s gone. Replaced by something content, even as it whispers that I need to solidify my claim on her.
“I wanted you,” she says as she rocks her hips, “This might have been an accident, but I wanted you.”
I can feel it. She doesn’t need to say a thing. If there were regrets we’d both feel them. But I’m selfish enough I don’t feel sorry.
It’s like I’ve stolen her.
And there’s no chance I’d give her back.
With her rising over me like this, our pleasure on a feedback loop, I don’t know how I could mistake it for anything other than desire.
I pull her face to mine a moment before she reaches that peak and kiss her, drinking in her orgasm as she nearly drowns us both in it. And I fall over the edge right with her, pouring myself into her, sealing us together even more tightly.
We’re a mess of sweat and sex and she holds me tightly, embracing me with every part of her body. I could easily fall asleep right here and now, but given what we’ve done…. It’s not safe for her here.
“Well, this wasn’t supposed to happen, but now that it has….” She kisses me, a soft and sweet thing… almost an apology. “What are we going to do?”
I don’t want her to think about the consequences this mistake will incur.
Brushing my thumb over her swollen lips I realize… “I don’t even know your name.”
An odd sort of contentment washes over her when she looks at me, her smile still faint. “It’s Lauren… but I go by Wren.”
“Well, Wren… I am called Fault. And I belong to you now. What we’re going to do depends on a lot of things. But the first task we should probably undertake is getting out of here.” And that is going to be a problem. I let out a long breath. “Margot’s going to kill me.”
“I don’t actually work here.” She winces. “I thought that would be kind of obvious when we…”
When it became clear she wasn’t bonded. And how could she know about an anomaly?
“A friend worked here for years after her first bondmate died…. You could have done the same.”
“No bond mate,” Her smile twitches. “Ever. I was supposed to have one, but the wrong woman went with him and then the guy who was supposed to get her wanted nothing to do with me….. But from what I’ve heard, he’s in prison for trying to murder her, so I guess it’s a good thing.”
