I feel a coiling, a tightening. Like my skin is too tight…too hot. It’s too much and not enough. Not nearly enough.
“More!” I yell. I look down and catch a glimpse of where our bodies are joined. His cock is disappearing inside me. All the way in and then almost all the way out. It’s glistening. The wet sounds seem louder.
“Like that, Nia?” Rage asks. He picks it up a notch or two. A human definitely couldn’t handle this…I don’t think.
“Yes…oh…feels…good…” I love it. I’m mesmerized. In and out. I see his hand move back between my legs. He is stroking my clit. I’m so wet…so close…so…
There it is.
There.
Right there.
My orgasm takes me by storm. It’s sudden, harsh, and all-consuming, rushing through me like a wild, thundering river. I don’t make a sound. My voice is trapped in my throat.
I hear Rage for the first time. He grunts once, and then he roars…it’s loud. It’s terrifying. His hands are on my hips. His fingers are pressing into my flesh.
I’m moaning low and deep, pushing back onto his cock. Grinding against him. Still coming and coming. I’m grabbing onto the bedding. Clawing at the sheets. Saying garbled things.
Then Rage is slowing. His thrusts are more circular but still deep. My orgasm is slowing too…still good…so good. He draws it out…pulling every drop of pleasure from me. I’m breathing hard. My boobs are mashed up against the mattress. My mouth is hanging open. My eyes are now closed. “So, this is why people do this,” I force the words out between pants and moans.
His finger is easing off my clit. I can hear him breathing hard. He’s still moving. He makes an almost inaudible noise. I think it’s pleasure. It could be pain.
It takes a few more long seconds before he stops moving altogether. He’s still breathing hard. His hands are still tight on my hips. I think he’s shaking a little.
I risk a glance. His eyes are closed. There are two grooves between his eyes on his forehead. There is pleasure written all over his face. His mouth is pressed together. I watch for several seconds. I think I could look at him all day. He’s that beautiful. Such masculinity. Such power. I can almost feel it.
His eyes flash open. He looks confused. The frown becomes more pronounced. I think I see shock.
I know I’m shocked. I’m still humming from a second, more powerful orgasm. One I didn’t expect. One he didn’t expect to give me. Maybe that’s why he looks so shocked and confused. Must be.
My eyes drift down from his face to the wound on his chest. It has opened back up. A few streams of blood are trickling down his torso. I must say, I somehow expected more. I see the dagger unused on the bed next to him.
He spoke about blood spattering onto me, the bed, and the walls. It sounded like he planned on doing real damage to himself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad he didn’t. I’m just shocked that he didn’t.
Rage pulls out of me and lets me go. I lie on my back. He looks down at himself and swallows thickly. “I guess my wound must be worse than I suspected.”
That’s why he didn’t need to cut. “Are you…okay?”
He nods. “It’s…it’s,” he touches one of the tracks of blood, “I’ll live.” Rage gets up. I notice that he’s still sporting a semi.
He returns moments later with a warm washcloth, which he gives to me. “Thanks.” I clean up.
Rage waits at the side of the bed. He takes back the washcloth and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. I get under the covers. We’ve had a long day. I’m tired. I think the orgasms might also have something to do with it. My eyelids feel heavy. I know Gaire compelling me earlier also plays a big part in my exhaustion.
Rage still looks upset when he gets back. Did I do something wrong? “Thank you for helping me, and for…for that.” I feel my cheeks heat. “It was…it was special.”
He gives me a look that tells me I’m crazy. “I gave you an orgasm or two. That’s normal, Nia, it isn’t special.”
“Of course.” That puts me firmly back in my place. I didn’t mean anything by it. “Well, thanks, anyway.” I turn away from him, burying myself into my pillow.
“It was my pleasure,” he says. “I’m glad I was more in control than I thought I would be. That’s you. You calm me, somehow.” I hear shock laced in his words.
Just like that, I go from feeling numb to feeling warm inside. I know Rage doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just trying to be nice. Still… I’ll take it. “Nos da,” I murmur to him.
“Are you swearing at me again? Or calling me a bad name?” There’s humor there. I know there is.
“No. Nos da means goodnight in Celtic.”
“I’m moving up in the world.” He’s definitely smiling. I turn back, and his smile fades quickly. It’s still playing with his eyes, though.
“Nos da,” he says to me.
I turn back around; it’s my turn to smile. I snuggle into my pillows and am asleep in what feels like seconds.
15
Rage
I toss and turn. I can’t fall asleep. What the fuck was that? What the hell!
I know what it was, but I’m having trouble admitting it to myself. I turn over for the twentieth time.
Nia is fast asleep. I envy her. Her chest is rising and falling in a deep rhythm. What a chest it is. Holy shit! Her hair is everywhere. She’s wild and beautiful. Like a stormy night.
I love the taste of pussy.
No, let me rephrase that. I love the taste of Nia’s pussy. I don’t need to taste another pussy ever again to know that hers is a winner. The fucking winner!
I also know that these are dangerous thoughts. Especially off the back of that orgasm. The most epic orgasm of my life. I didn’t have to slash myself. Open a vein. Push on a fresh wound to get there. I didn’t need blood to run from my body. Turns out, all I needed was her. Nia.
I turn around, trying not to be too aggressive. I want to hit my pillow. I want to get up and run, fly… whatever it takes to quell this turbulence inside. Nia may have had a couple of firsts tonight, but so did I. So. Did. I.
I went down on her.
I orgasmed without pain.
No condom.
I’m still in the same bed.
No sleep, but still here. More importantly, I want her again. I’m a ‘one and done’ kind of a guy. Coming is difficult for me. I don’t always get there. Twice has always been impossible. Yet, I’m hard right now. My balls are aching. I try to make excuses as to why I came so easily. Why I’m hard right now. The biggest one of all is the lack of a condom. Bareback is amazing, but it’s not ‘exploding balls’ amazing. My balls almost exploded with Nia. There’s one more thing that was a first for me…the roar. That loud as fuck roar. I never make so much as a sound. I couldn’t stop it. That orgasm tore through me…tore it out of me. I’m reeling. What happened?
I finally fall asleep because when my eyes open again, there’s some light in the room. It’s filtering between the curtains, which are not completely shut. I think that—