Page 21 of Hangman's Knot
"You want me to fuck this sweet pussy until you come all over me, don't you?"
"She just lost her fucking virginity today, asshole! She's probably sore!" Julius' voice is furious and he can feel righteous violence brewing in the bond.
It's his words that make him freeze.No, that can't be true.
She tenses beneath him.Oh fuck, that can't be true.
He flips her over so fast he's worried he may give her whiplash.
"Eden?" He needs confirmation.
She's looking back and forth between him and Julius, her eyes dazed. Then slowly, her hands inch up to cover her breasts and between her thighs at their hard stares, as if trying to shield herself from them. And then her eyes squeeze shut like she's trying to block them out and he smells another wave of slick gush out of her as her whole body tenses and she tries to scrunch herself up into a little ball.
Aw, hell. He'd fucked up. He'd fucked up big time, and now he was going to have to clean up his mess. His heart sinks as he takes in the sight of the girl in front of him, cringing into herself like it might protect her from them. Fromhim.
"Fuck, Eden, I'm sorry," he breathes. "I didn't know. I'll be gentler. Did I hurt you? No, that's a stupid question, don't answer that. Of fucking course I did. Fuck. I'm so sorry. Do you want Julius to help you finish instead?"
She peeks up at him, then over to Julius, then back to him. The shake of her head is so small he could almost have missed it.
Relief floods him and he wonders if this is what redemption feels like. Maybe that's what was in all those communion wafers he stole as a kid and ate in secret out back behind the church. But the only cookie he wanted to eat for redemption now was Eden's.
Fuck, focus dude. Why the fuck was he thinking in religious metaphors all of a sudden?
"Okay," he breathes. "Let's try this again."
He lines his cock up with her entrance and pushes in slowly. It's still too fucking tight, like she's trying to strangle the life out of his cock until it gives up the goods.Don't worry baby,he thinks.The goods are all yours.Everything he fucking had, his own fucking soul, was hers now.
When he's as deep as he can go without pushing it, he reaches down to rub her clit. This time, she lets out what he can only describe as a coo, her voice sighing out the prettiest sound he's ever heard.
He does it again, easing out and thrusting back in, circling her clit as he does so. She starts to shake again.
"Good?" He needs confirmation.
She nods.
"Your words, Eden. I need you to use your words." His voice is strained, anxiety still roiling through him with the realization that he had been fucking the little virgin doggy style like she was a pro. Fuck, he'd been trying to force his knot in her.
"Yes," she sighs. "You feel so good."
Thank fuck.
He picks up his pace a little, rubbing tight circles around her clit while he gently pistons himself in and out of her until she's coming again. And holy fuck, the feeling of her coming on his cock is his new standard for pleasure, because he has never felt anything like it in his whole damn life. Not even when he cut a hole in a grocery store pie and fucked it when he was 12.
He cannot stop his orgasm as his balls draw up and he starts bathing her channel with his cum, and then it's his turn to make like a rubber chicken against a brick wall as the air is sucked out of his lungs with the force of it.
He frantically reaches down to grip his knot as he cums inside her. Without her pussy around it, it won't stay inflated for long, and he's relieved when it immediately begins softening after he finishes cumming. The last thing he needs is to be harassing her with that thing when she's just trying to relax and let her hormones settle.
He flops beside her, his heart racing a mile a minute as he tucks her back against him and pulls a blanket over them so she doesn't get chilled. He tries to redress her in her jumpsuit under the blanket. Her limbs are all loose and relaxed after her orgasm, but the last thing any of them want is someone to catch a glimpse of her sweet ass through the bars of their cell.
She doesn't seem to notice, her head lolling over as she catches sight of Julius. They seem to be engaging in some sort of psychic communication, because after a moment Julius just nods at her and settles back into his own bed.
And then Tenor is holding her close, her body still boneless and pliant to his touch. This could get real addictive real quick, he knew.
"I'm sorry," she whispers softly as he's drifting off. He's distracted by her wiggling more than her words, like she's trying to burrow herself beneath him like some sort of incarcerated meerkat.
"For what, ma?" Tenor's voice is a sleepy rumble.
"For everything you've had to do for me, for–for– this," her voice wavers.
