Page 11 of Deviled Eggs (One Handed Holidays: Crossed Swords Edition #4)
Micah
“Wh-what?” Xalreth’s smile stretches as he spits a second time, nodding at my free arm. “Stroke your cock.”
My eyes shift from my hand to the dildo, then back to his face. My hesitation causes a shift in his expression, and his eyes become stern in their silent challenge. He watches my every move as I wrap my fingers around it, spreading his spit as my hand moves up and down. Phantom tingles run along my cock, a ghost of a touch that has me shivering.
“That’s a good boy,” he murmurs as I bite at my lip, stroking faster as my hips give an involuntary shift. It’s a complete mind fuck. My dick is locked away, unable to get hard, but the sensations are real. They’re intoxicating. Every shuttle of my hand along the dildo winds that coil inside me just a little tighter.
My hole squeezes around the plug and a moan slips free, out of my control. My hips lift, flexing off the bed as I thrust.
God, I feel it all.
I feel fucking everything.
Usually, the buzz from having someone’s attention on me is a low tingle, but everything about Xalreth’s watchful gaze is different. It’s held under white hot flame before it burns over my skin. Scorching, blistering heat that carves into my body until it feels like it should scar. It’s ownership and complete possession.
A brand, marking me as his.
“Fuck, you’re leaking like a slut right now, soaking those pretty panties.” He swipes at my cock through my thong and comes away with slick fingers. My entire body pulses with need, contained from the days I spent fucking myself with these plugs and refusing to let myself come.
I’d kneel on my bed, thrusting the plug against my hole until my body pulled it in. Then I’d slip it out and moan at the sting before sinking it back in again. In and out, I fucked myself with it until I was on the verge of coming, and I’d force myself to stop.
Some fucked up logic in my brain told me that if I gave into the sensations, I had to admit I wanted him. Over and over, I tried to convince myself I didn’t want to see him while taking time out of each morning and evening to stretch myself for him.
Denial isn’t a great look, even on an Archangel.
Six days of edging myself have me desperate, my balls so tight they’ve drawn up against my body. I’m already on a hair trigger, and its safety hasn’t been switched on in days.
I won’t last.
He spits on the dildo again, and I jerk faster with the added slickness. My ass flexes around the plug with every thrust off the mattress. A dull, rhythmic thumping hammers in my lower body, and I whine with each thrust as the pressure feels like it will split my skin apart at the seams.
“Please?” I whimper, begging even though I have no idea what I’m asking for… no idea what I need.
But he does.
“Want me to suck your cock?”
“Oh, God, please ,” I repeat, my other hand and legs all fighting against the restraints. I flex around the plug as his hands land on my thighs, and that simple touch sparks in tiny explosions where our skin meets. “Fuck, please, Xal.”
He pins me to the bed, my hips shifting mindlessly as I try to thrust. A low growl rumbles from his throat as he slips his fingers under the edge of my garter belt. “You know I like it when you call me that, don’t you?”
His hand replaces mine on the dildo, squeezing around the base as he leans in. Those dark eyes flip to my light ones as he licks up the entire length, then surrounds it with his lips. He sinks down and loosens his grip on my thighs, allowing me to thrust into his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I whine as his cheeks draw in and spit drips down the shaft. My muscles coil into a desperate knot, and his name bursts from me as I drive my hips off the bed, bucking with the force of it. Everything inside me draws tight. Impossibly tight… so tight I can’t hold on any longer.
A crippling release rushes through me and pounds so violently it makes my toes curl and my legs jerk against the restraints. My entire body pulses as I come, my ass flexing around the plug as cum soaks the lace of my thong. It leaks from my panties, running down my skin and pooling on the bed beneath me.
He pulls off the dildo, his lips shiny with spit. His eyes dart across my face, where my mouth still hangs open as I catch my breath. “Fuck, look at your pretty, overwhelmed face. I bet that felt so good, didn’t it? Letting go when you’re always wound so tight?” Dropping lower, he places a kiss on the tip of my cock and chuckles when my body jolts from the contact. There’s a quiet click as he pops the cap off a marker I hadn’t noticed until now, and the felt tip drags along the exposed skin of my left thigh as he draws a line.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage to ask as I float down from my high.
A low, dark chuckle rumbles in his chest before he leans down, his lips brushing against the mark he just made on my skin. “We have to keep track of how many times you come tonight.” He climbs off the bed and restrains my last hand, so I’m fully spread out and secured to the posts. The mattress dips as he settles between my knees once more. “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”
“No,” I say before he’s even done speaking, shaking my head to emphasize the point as he grins at me. My heart skips a full beat inside my chest at the relaxed, easy way he smiles. It’s only for me, I realize. All mine. No one else gets to see him like this. I try to reach for him, only to get caught by my restraints as I stare at him, pleading.
When this started, it was just to scratch an itch, but this feels like more. It’s significant, and the undertones of his attention tell me he realizes it, too.
“I’m going to fuck you now, sweet angel,” he purrs as he traces his fingers around the base of the plug. He pushes it into me a few times before he begins to tug, and the flare stretches me as he watches with wild eyes. The moment it pops free, I’m so fucking empty.
“Fill me up,” I beg, jerking against the restraints in my desperation to be full again.
A teasing smile curves across his mouth. “You want the plug back in?”
“No, I want you,” I whine. “Give me what I need, please?”
“Impatient, are we?” He leans over me, his erection brushing against my skin as he ghosts his lips over mine. “Never had a cock in that tight hole and you’re already begging for it. Are you a high maintenance slut?”
“Yes,” I whisper, chasing his lips, and he breathes a laugh as he relents and presses his mouth to mine. A quiet, satisfied sigh blows from my nose as we kiss, and it’s slow and sensual even as he grinds into me. “Please, Xal? Please don’t let me be empty. I don’t want to be empty anymore.”
The words come out as a plea, and he stares into my eyes as though he hears their hidden meaning. I swallow, raw and exposed as his attention scrapes over my skin, circling my face before settling on my lips again. “Okay, angel.” He kisses me sweetly before he grabs the lube from the night table, then loosens the bindings on my ankles.
“I can’t let you go yet, but you’ll need room to move. Now spread those legs like a good whore.” He slicks his cock as I obey, and my abs strain as I crane my head to watch. Another squirt of lube lands on his fingers as he circles my rim. I bite back a moan as he inspects me. “You’ve done an excellent job prepping yourself for me. Nice and loose for my cock, aren’t you?” He lines us up, and I fight the bindings as I try to wrap my legs around him and force him closer.
“Yes, now give it to me.”
“Such a spoiled Angel, always getting what he wants. You’ll have to learn some patience, won’t you?”
“No,” I say as I shake my head, and he lets out a hearty laugh.
“Brat,” he mutters affectionately as he presses a palm to my chest and thrusts. My spine arcs off the bed, and my lips fall open in a shout. Even with the increasing sizes of the plugs I’ve used to prepare for this moment, the stretch of his thick cock sets me on fire.
He stills, giving me time to adjust. “Is that what you were begging for?” He pulls back and drives forward, further this time as he forces my body to accept him. Sensations rush through my limbs like lightning as my arms tug on the restraints.
“ Fuck ,” I whimper.
“That’s right. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked senseless?”
Pain and pleasure battle for dominance, and my mind goes blissfully quiet as I nod. A peaceful hum rings in my ears as Xalreth thrusts again and jars my body so hard the back of my head digs into the mattress. My eyes close as I get lost in it—the slick slide of his cock and the stretch of my muscles to accept him, the soft grunts that escape his throat with every thrust, and the drag of his palms over my abdomen.
His hand lands on my throat as my eyes flutter open, my lids heavy as he smirks. “You’re so pretty underneath me.” His thumb traces along my jawline before lifting to my lips and dragging across them. “You really do need a collar. Something on your neck to show the world you belong to me.”
“Would you claim me?” The words come out in gasps as he bottoms out inside me.
“That’s what you want? To be claimed?” The hand around my neck lifts me off the bed, my hair pooling on the mattress beneath me. “I’ll claim you, beautiful. I’ll permanently cage that cock so no one else comes anywhere close to it.” He presses an urgent kiss to my lips as he withdraws and snaps his hips forward so hard I call out against his mouth. “Chain that perfect neck so I never lose my grip on you.”
My eyes roll back into my head, fisting the sheets at the pleasure that ricochets through my body. “I will carve my fucking name across your chest until it scars, Micah. Bite every inch of your skin until it’s so thoroughly marked, no one will ever dare to even look at you again.”
A sharp pain explodes as he nips my lip, his teeth piercing my skin. The coppery tang of blood hits my taste buds as he grins and licks at the small cut, then takes my mouth and swipes his tongue over mine.
His hips move faster, fucking me in a rhythm now as I relax, relishing his control. Dark skin and black eyes are all I see, my senses invaded by his smokey, rich scent. The heat and friction of his body are hypnotizing, and I gladly surrender. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as he squeezes my neck harder.
“What are you doing to me?” he growls as he rips away from our kiss. “I want to steal the air from your fucking lungs so that you need mine to breathe. You want that, pretty angel? To not be able to breathe unless I do it for you?”
I nod as my vision clouds, a gasp of, “Please?” making it from my restricted windpipe as Xalreth groans.
“Why are you so goddamned perfect?” The bedframe slams into the wall and his tendons draw tight, his teeth bared as I relax my hold on the sheets, fully submitting to him. “That’s it… I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
I fight for breath as my entire body tingles, tiny zaps of electricity exploding in rapid fire under my skin. My head feels like I’m underwater, outside sounds dulled as the pulsing in my body rushes in my ears. I’m so close, it’s like I’m hovering weightless, waiting for gravity to catch me.
“Give yourself to me. You’re mine now, Micah,” he murmurs, and the sound of my name on his lips throws the world back into motion.
My pleasure erupts, and I fall.
He grunts as I constrict around him, another rush of cum flowing out of my cage and into my thong. A few more thrusts thud against the wall before there’s no rhythm at all, only mindless desperation. His hips lock with a snarl, his mouth falling open as he releases my neck. I gasp for air as he comes, his cock jerking inside me as he fills me with his release.
Sweat beads on Xalreth’s forehead as he rocks his hips again, an expression of pure bliss on his face as we ride out our pleasure. When he sags against me, his lips find mine in a clumsy kiss that feels significant. The action is completely natural, instinctive even, and the intensity of it causes a sharp, physical pain as my chest cracks right down the middle.
He pulls back and meets my eyes for a long moment. An understanding passes between us, a thousand words that neither of us dare to speak. Another quiet whine leaves my throat as he slides out of me, his cum spilling from my hole. He takes his marker and draws a second line on my left thigh before shifting and drawing one on the right.
“This side is yours,” he says, tracing his fingertips over the two marks on my left before moving to the single mark on the right side. “And this one is mine.”
“Keeping score?” I tease, my voice raspy. He spreads my legs as far as he can while I’m restrained, nudging my thong aside. More warmth trickles down my skin as he watches his release seep from my hole.
“You bet your ass I am, angel.” He scoops up a few fingers of cum and shoves them back inside me. “And just so you know… I always play to win.”