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Too quiet.
Almost like he wasn’t even breathing next to me, but obviously I knew he was.
When he didn’t respond, I climbed on top of him, straddling his legs and looking him in the face.
When hestilldidn’t respond, I put my hands around his neck, probably tighter than I should, but in that moment of insanity, I just didn’t care.
“What if I killed you right now?” I asked him. “As an alternative to you running off to defend my honor, to you risking it all, what ifIchoke the life out of you?”
It would have been nothing for him to get me off.
But he didn’t.
He lifted his pelvis like my additional weight on his body was of no consequence, pulling his boxers down before he hiked my oversized t-shirt around my hips, exposing my bare ass.
“What if we just did this instead?”
“It can’t always be this,” I countered, hating the way unrequested emotion choked my voice.
“No,” he agreed. “It can’t. Not always. But right now, it can.”
He was right.
We both were.
No, it couldn’t always be about fucking while the world crumbled around us, but that didn’t keep me from sliding onto his dick, and it didn’t make me remove my hands.
I squeezed tighter.
And I rode him, hard, building at a breakneck pace until he returned the favor with a hand at my neck.
“Do we need a safe word here?” I asked, grinning as I slowed my pace to a measured, deliberate grind.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “You pussy now?” he asked, as his grip tightened.
“Never that,” I gasped.
Never,everthat.
It was a dangerous game for sure, but if there was ever a time for it, it was now, and I definitely rode him like we were on the brink of some extinction level event.
It was euphoric to say the least; trusting someone enough to engage in something like this was no everyday thing for me, but for reasons I couldn’t verbalize, I trusted Onyx’s grip at my neck.
Trusted the pressure of his hands to help me drive home that damn near psychedelic state for both of us—the frenzy of sexual pleasure, heightened by the muted flow of oxygen to our brains. A razor’s edge of greedy arousal. It could go really bad, yes, but it was justsogood.
And then, when it got to be too much, when the gratification overwhelmed the ability to safely indulge, I released him and he did the same for me.
That fresh rush of breath was a jolt straight to the chest—an overdose of dopamine between my brain’s relief at a full inhale and exhale and my body’s relief at the mind-numbing, thigh shaking rush of orgasm.
I was only halfway lucid, so overwhelmed by it all, but I could feel Onyx’s fingers digging into my hips, could feel the warmth of him spilling into me as he held me tight, hips surging.
We took a moment after that, to just breathe.
And then he was on me again, flipping me on my back and eating my pussy like a last meal, spreading my cheeks open to feast there as well. I couldn’t force my brain out of the moment if I tried— the skill of his fingers, the rasp of his tongue, the heat of his hands, the softness of his lips; all of it swirling together in a jumble of unavoidable, consuming bliss I couldn’t contain.
So I didn’ttryto contain it.
I screamed myself hoarse with his nose in my pussy and his tongue in my ass, really and truly not giving a fuck who heard.
