Page 34 of Kings of Lust
‘I was shot in my ribcage, not in my dick,’ his irony was far from being in any wayfine.
‘Let me get this straight, you want me to sleep with you in this condition!?’ I couldn’t contain my shock as the thought of his wound opening or him ending up in the ER wouldn’t leave my mind.
Though Brax seemed utterly impatient ‘Are you coming, or do I have to go back on my word?’
I needed to seal the deal, so without too much time wasted lingering about it, I slid my leg on top of him, finding a spot over his knees and using it as a chair.
His index finger gestured me to advance upper on his body while one of his hands glided to the interior of my skirt, eagerly gripping the outer flank of my hip. With hushed moves, I listened to his command, gliding high enough that I was almost over the erect part of him. But something was stopping me from advancing as I kept fussing and turning, afraid my knee would knock against his wounded ribcage. I could have strangled him for what he was doing to me, but for some reason, I couldn’t allow him to be in pain, especially not because of me.
Before I could have a moment to truly figure out what was happening, he rushed to push one side of my dress over my shoulder, freeing one of my breasts. I froze as he kept gazing at the voluptuous shape, dragging a strong finger over my nipple, waiting for it to form goosebumps under his presence on my body. And it did just that, luring his thumb to draw delicate circles, rotating in never-ending loops, drawing out short breaths as my eyes dropped to look at his devastating invasion of my senses.
Lost in the arousal of the moment, I didn’t realize that he was watching, studying the way my lips trembled, and how my own gaze carefully followed his finger while dancing on my heated skin.
Suddenly, our eyes met in an impossible moment in which his hand decided to clench on my aching tip, drawing jolts of pain combined with the vibration of my yearning. I gasped, trying to break free as the anguish was settling in my body, warning it ofdanger.But he didn’t let go. He just remained there, watching my pupils enlarge, trying to fight the discomfort but also mask the arousal it provoked.
Maybe he decided that I had enough, or maybe he just wanted to have a taste of me, but one of his hands slid through my dress, onto my posterior while the other one cupped my breast from below, guiding my entire body towards him until my areola was covered by his mouth. His lips, warm and soothing over the tortured skin, were bringing me a heated relief in the most false illusion of relaxation.
Sometime between the moment I thought he was going to go easy on me and the instant I realized I was nowhere near that, he glided his fingers between my folds smirking at what he found there. ‘You like it,’ he sight an affirmation while using the natural lube of my body and slipping two fingers inside me.
The lighting pain of his intrusion took me by surprise, making me try and support my bodyweight on something, but at the same time, only pushing me to press my breast harder onto his lips. It was just what he was expecting, turning his actions to pure animalistic, one hundred percent driven out of a wicked physical need as the suckling and the nibbling became so intense that I thought he was going to rip my flesh. I wanted to ask him to stop, or at least slowdown, but then his fingers began moving. Fast and strong, reaching each one of my walls, pounding inside so fiercely that it almost made me forget about his lips devouring my breast.
Things were developing with lightning speed, as he was crashing against me so hard that the sound was making the red of shame fluster my cheeks. He was rocking everything around me until the room was turning only into a small image, letting velvet darkness take its place.
Between my heart having moved to somewhere else in my brain, pulsing so loudly there, and the distressing sound of my panting breath, I thought I heard Brax saying something. Although I couldn’t figure out if he really spoke or I was just hearing things. I quickly forgot about it anyway as the engulfing sensations seemed to be controlling the last of my reasoning, chasing only one result. Elation!
‘That’s it, fuck my fingers.’ This time Ididhear what he had to say and understood that he was no longer moving against me. I was moving against him.
Initially I wanted to stop as the realization that I was so passionately playing his game dawned on me. It felt so morally wrong and yet physically right. But I couldn’t help myself, and the ardor that originated from his tongue circling my nipple was only making my hips arch harder, trying to find a rhythm that would bring me to ecstasy.
I ground against him, increasing his own desire, while allowing my sweet moans to reach his ears like a melody played only for him to hear.
Suddenly, he curved something inside of me. I have no idea how, what, why. Anything... Everything... And with just one gesture he made my whole being squirm, seeking his torso for comfort as I was feeling the first wave of heightening release gathering in to crash upon me.
But it didn’t get to wash over that needy part of me. His fingers withdrew, taking my tidal wave along with them.
‘I can give pleasure. And I can take it away,’ Brax spoke, trying to teach me a lesson in obedience as if he would let me forget even for a single second who he really was.
I stopped, and so did his lips from the assault on my chest, allowing me to regain my position on the upper part of his legs.
No matter how confused or dickmerized I was, I recognized exactly what he was after, so after performing a little magic trick and balancing from one leg to the other to remove my panties from beneath my skirt, I advanced higher to reach the buttons of his shirt. I opened them incredibly slowly. Each button I touched made me think it would somehow hurt him, as one by one, they were coming undone, revealing his white bandage.
The heavy anguish in his breath as he lifted his torso from the pillows so I could dispose of the shirt, followed by the angered roar while arranging himself back in the sitting position made me jump from his lap, afraid that I had caused him pain. But his hand caught my wrist before I managed to get too far away, bringing me straight on top of the bulge twitching in his pants.
I was in trouble!
Moving my fingers to trace the whole size of him, I skimmed his pants with lustful movements waiting for his perfect jawline to tighten, clenching his teeth, anticipating me.
I wasn’t as evil as my king. Unwilling to torture a wounded man, I reached to unfasten his belt while the muffled sound in his throat was letting me know exactly how ready he was to have me. So ready, that for the first time he was admitting defeat. ‘You do it,’ he muttered so that I would dispose of the bottom part of his clothing since he could barely lift himself to help me get rid of the fabrics that were bothering him.
Trying to mask his pain, he regained his sitting position, catching the upper side of my arm and dragging me on top of him. ‘I’m pretty sure that it won’t work out with me sitting here and you being a foot away from me.’ He quickly observed that I was keeping my distance, worried that I could cause him any further damage.
His condition was still delicate and I couldn’t understand this madness ‘Are you sure it can’t wait? I don’t want you to get hurt even more over this.’
‘Are you afraid you’ll have to explain to the doctor that you fucked me to death!?’ Brax the comedian had arrived.
‘I’m pretty sure that the doctor you have is trained not to ask questions.’
‘And neither should you.’
