Page 133 of Starborn Husbands

More moans rip from his throat, and he spreads his legs as wide as they’ll go so he can take me deeper, squeezing his pert hole around me.

I pull out so that I can watch our intermingled juices leak out of him, reaching around to grip onto his heavy and forgotten cock. He whines.

“Poor, Gemmy.” He shakes his head. “You want to be on the edge of madness?”

He nods.

Another thing I can do.

But wanting to be there and being there are two different things. He burns through my restraints and pounces, scraping his nails down my arms like he’s a fucking cat on a scratch post.

Alright, that’s it. We’re ending this. I pin him to the floor, straddling him and holding his arms hostage over his head. His robe is half on, half off, pooled behind him, and I attack his mouth, wrapping my tongue around his, risking his teeth again. He inhales me for dear life, and I bury myself into him again at a punishing pace.

He’s beat me to shit, my blood drips onto his beautiful face, and his feet cross at the ankles behind me, trapping me. It’s hard to know who’s caught who in this relationship, but only from the outside. Gemini owns me.

“You ready to scream now, violent star?”

I don’t wait for an answer, feasting on him, holding his neck open and sucking hard enough to bruise. Pulling out, I let his wrists go, to the sound of his bleeding whine, and make my way down to his tortured cock.

“Oh Gods, Lanta. I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Too bad. You’d fucking better.” I swallow him whole and lick around his fat cockhead. With his hands free, he slaps my bald head, probably wishing there was hair to pull. There’s not, so all he can do is tug on my ears and squeeze my head with his thighs as he squirms, begging for release that he’s not getting.

I pop my mouth off his cock to look at his face and guess what? The tears have finally stopped, only the glistening tracks are left as any evidence at all. Perfect. I swallow him down again.

Sharp cries pierce my eardrums, and every scream shatters my nerves, but I keep going, sucking and licking his sensitive cock. Gem’s balls tighten, ready to burst, and I stop just before he hurtles over the climactic edge. His disappointed curse is laced with some relief, but his foot kicks out—crack!—and blood sprays as his dainty foot lands across my fucking nose.

“Gods fucking dammit, Gemini.”

He scrambles but doesn’t get far. My hand grips around his ankle and I yank, flip him over and fuck his sloppy hole until his ass is reaching up for my cock. He pants sweetly beneath me, and I press his wrist into his small back. My dick hits just where he likes it, and his breathy cries swell and taper off, charging the air with lusty ecstasy.

I fill him again, but this time I don’t leave his ass, keeping him plugged with my dick and pulling him into my arms. He sags against me.

“You knew what I wanted even though I didn’t tell you. How did you…?”

“I know every heartbeat of you, Gemini,” I say, peeling the sweaty hair off his even sweatier face.

“Are you okay?”

“Now that you’ve stopped crying.”

“I meant?—”

“I know what you meant, and I could give a shit about what you did to my face. I can take more than a few hits, Gem.”

It’s uncomfortable and cold on this floor. I want Gem in a better spot. I pull my dick from him, and he whines, my cum and his sweet Gem juices, leaking down his legs. “C’mon.” I extend my hand for him.

His soft feet patter over the ground in time with my heavy booted footfalls. We climb the stairs up to the deck. We’re a mess, but there’s not much to clean ourselves off with up here.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re tagging off with our brothers. They can do something for a change.” They’re driving for the next little bit, and I’m curling up for a little while with Gem. “Then I’m having a family chat with Treyu. We’ve got some catching up to do.”

As we’re crossing over the upper deck where all the driving gears live, Zhang and my bratty little shithead brother walk through the archway on the other side.

“Shit, bro. What the fuck happened to you?”

He’s the one asking me, but bite marks decorate his exposed skin—Treyu’s not much better off than I am. Zhang’s hair’s all over the place, and he’s too relaxed given the circumstances. Clearly, he’s fucked my brother until all the rage he was prowling around with before left him.