Page 59 of All or Nothing
“You’re in a very t-teasing mood today, huh?” she asked me breathlessly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Do you want me to beg for it?”
I froze, my cock surging into her at the idea. “Yes,” I blurted, resuming my slow pumps in and out of her sweet heat. “I think I do.”
She licked her lips, a wicked grin curling them as she gazed up at me. Her hands gripped my biceps hard, almost enough to hurt, both of her heels digging into my ass and urging me faster. “Fuck me, Xollen. Please, I need you so bad. Can’t you feel how much I need you?” She rolled her hips, making my eyes roll back into my head. “My pussy is aching for you. Please, baby. Please.”
Something in me snapped at her words, and suddenly being slow and teasing was the last thing I wanted; I snapped my hips forward, grinding into her so that my thatch could caress her clit and make her whimper in pleasure. Her eyes went dazed and unfocused. “Yes, just like that,” she gasped, her teeth worrying at her plump lip again. “God yes, I need that beautiful cock so bad, Xolllen. Give it to me.”
I snarled, pressing my face into her throat and doing as she asked, my hips pistoning in and out of her, obscene wet sounds fighting for dominance with the sounds of our breaths and our cries in the cool air of the room. She was already so sensitized that it felt like no time at all before I felt her clenching and fluttering around me with the beginnings of another orgasm. I kept my thrusts shallower, but no less hard, concentrating on keeping the tentacles of my thatch poised over her clit, flicking and stroking it even as I pounded into her. She had to drop one of her hands from its death grip on my shoulder to brace herself against the headboard, to stop her from sliding with the power of my thrusts.
Her eyes screwed shut in concentration, her cries reaching a fever pitch before she went almost eerily silent, too focused on her mounting pleasure, and I knew that meant a big one was coming. She only got quiet for the big ones. I felt my own orgasm begin boiling down my spine. My sac was pulled up tight against my shaft, ready to pump her full of my seed as soon as I let go. I refused to let up until she reached her peak, knowing these bigger ones were rarer for her.
Just before she snapped, her eyes flew open, meeting mine with amazed wonder, then everything in her clenched tight, her cunt clamping onto my aching cock like a fist, wrestling my control away from me and making me tumble over my own edge. I kept moving though, even though I was coming so hard I thought my legs might cramp, to make sure she saw the entirety of her peak.
Once I was spent, I collapsed on top of her, burying my face in her sweaty hair. She held me close, encouraging me to put my full weight on her. She said she liked it, but I didn’t want to hurt her, so I kept myself propped on one leg and an elbow.
She was giggling and petting me, feeling the curious effects of my seed on her body.
“Ave María,that was some good shit,” she said dreamily. I chuckled, rolling us onto our sides and maneuvering her so I was curled around her in a position she called “spooning”. An Earth device, apparently.
“I am glad you approve, my mate. I aim to please.”
She patted the arm I had slung over her middle. “Well, then good job. No,greatjob. No,amaaazingjob. I feel like I’m flying.”
I squeezed her tighter, burying my face in the crook of her neck as much as my horns would let me. “I am glad I can make you fly, my star. You make me feel the same. With you, I feel…free. Alive. Happier than I ever thought I could feel.” My chest felt tight from all of the love I felt for her.
She spun in my arms to face me, her pupils blown wide but eyes warm. She kissed me softly, sweetly, her lips a soft caress against mine. “I love you so much,” she whispered into my mouth.
“I love you, too,” I whispered back. I nuzzled her nose with my own, flatter one. “Let’s get mated right now. Today. I want you forever.”
She barked a laugh. “We already applied for it, goof,” she reminded me. “We’re just waiting on the certs.”
I growled, grabbing her comically small hands and nipping at the fingers playfully, making her giggle and squirm. “How dare you remind me,” I grumbled, rolling her on top of me. “I am utterly devastated now. I’m dying from heartache. Some incredibly gorgeous physical manifestation of the Goddess herself is going to have to find a way to revive me.” I clutched at my hearts, groaning and flailing under her dramatically, before slumping back into the bed, eyes closed. I stuck my tongue out and exhaled loudly for added effect. Which I may have ruined by cracking my eye open to watch Joss.
She was struggling not to laugh, but she pressed her lips into a firm line and then started wiggling down my body. “Oh no!” she said, her voice sly. “I’ve got to do CPRright now!” She slid the rest of the way down my body, crouching between my spread legs, and licked a bold stripe down the middle of my spent cock, making it reinflate with new life.
Her brilliant mouth made quick work of rousing me, re-awakening my hunger impossibly fast. When I started groaning and panting she released me with a wet pop, smirking up at me. “It worked! The patient lives!” She then proceeded to do her best to remove my soul from my body.
EPILOGUE
JOSS
“CLOSE YOUReyes, okay?” I smoothed the flowing crimson skirts down against my thighs and patted the short hair at the back of my head. I was still getting used to the pixie cut, but it didn’t look too bad on me. I’d decided it was time to get rid of the frizzy bleach-fried mess and go back to how I liked my hair:au naturale. I’d been nervous that Xollen wouldn’t like it, because guys back on Earth had hangups about short hair on femmes for some reason, but he loved it. Said it let him see my face that much better.
“Besides, my sweet mate,” he’d said, tucking one of the longer pieces behind my ear, “I have been worried that one of these days we will wake up with our long hair knotted together and unable to free ourselves. So this soothes me.” I hadn’t been able to tell if he was joking or not.
My insanely handsome soon-to-be-offically-mine mate shuffled into the room, arms outstretched but eyes dutifully closed. “I don’t know why you are insisting on keeping this a secret,” he grumbled, coming to a stop once he’d cleared the doorway. “I have helped you pick all of this out. I have already seen it.”
“It’s an Earth thing,” I told him, grinning at his pout. “It’s supposed to be bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.”
“Groom? Bride?”
“The two people getting married.”
“Gah, there are so many terms for that one ceremony! It is a marriage and you get married but it is also a wedding, and then you have the two people getting married, who are the newlyweds, or spouses, and now you tell me they are also a bride and groom? I like our words better. You get mated. You are mates. Simple.”
I laughed; this was not the first time I was hearing this particular rant, but I still found his grumpy huffing adorable. And I knew he didn’t mean it; he’d told me he was just teasing the first time.
“Alright, you lunatic. Open your eyes, then. We have to head down to the room soon anyway.”
