Joy and Pain (5 page)
Did I mention that?
Closer and closer I ease toward release. My cock’s steadily leaking now, filled to bursting, but not without Zeke. My Daddy. Just, mine.
“Come on, baby.” One of his hands leaves the bed, encircle my cock and tugs on the hard flesh. I still for a blink and then change my movements, allow myself to get fucked, yet fuck his hand. I slide easily through the circle of his fingers, his grip tightening and handing pleasure over on a platter.
I feel like I’m going to stop breathing at any moment, everything crowding in on me and pushing, dragging me, to the edge.
“Come on. Come for me.” His voice is pure growl, a demand and a plea in one, forcing me to listen.
Back arched, mouth open and Zeke’s name on my lips, I come on my chest, pleasure gathering and radiating through my entire body. Wave after wave of ecstasy pours through me, rides along my veins and I’m shaking with the intensity. String after string of cum spurts from the head of my dick and Zeke stills above me, roaring his own pleasure, screaming my name as if he’d never get to speak again.
“Tevin.”
God, the sound of his voice is enough to get me hard again. My cock twitches, interested, yet exhausted.
Zeke slumps over me and I cradle him close, relishing in his heavy weight. I feel protected, wanted. His faced is pressed against my neck and I can feel his lips pressing against my skin, tongue licking me. He’s nuzzling me, showing the sweet side of the large man who seems to be able to scare just about everyone. I’m not scared anymore.
At least, not a lot.
Much too soon, he rises and pulls free of my ass. Suddenly empty, I whimper at the loss of contact, earning a soft pet from Zeke, his palm skimming my chest, sifting through the come to stroke my skin. “Shh...I’ll be right back.”
I quiet and watch him stalk to the bathroom, returning in moments with a washcloth. A few quick swipes and I’m clean, Zeke settling next to me, pulling the covers over our naked bodies and tugging me close. I snuggle against him, head resting on his shoulder.
Content.
More than, actually.
“Was it worth it?”
I’m half asleep already. I barely register his words. “Huh?”
“Your show tonight. Was it worth the pain?”
I sigh. “Oh, yeah. I got you, right? Any amount of pain is worth being with you, Zeke. Don’t freak on me, but it totally was worth the spanking.”
Zeke’s quiet for a few moments and I’m convinced I’ve blown it all to hell by telling him that he’s worth just about anything.
He tightens his arm around me and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head. “I promise not to freak on you if you don’t freak on me.”
“Deal.”
Then his hands are on me, shifting me until I’m a human blanket on top of him, staring into his eyes. “Good. Because I’m keeping you.”
All righty then.
About the Author:
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.
