Chapter 8

She bent over and pressed a kiss to one firm, round ass cheek, letting her tongue tease the warm flesh, then with a naughty grin, she bit him, leaving an indentation of her teeth, but not breaking the skin. His head lifted and he looked at her with shock. "Okay, now for that, I could have done with a warning."

"I can't help it if you have such a great ass." He lifted an eyebrow, but there was a glint of laughter in his pale grey eye. "And here I thought you loved me for my personality." She let out a burst of laughter. "Well, I do now, but initially, it was your tight ass I wanted to grab hold of."

"And bite apparently." He flexed the muscle, making both cheeks dance and jump under her fingers, causing her to laugh harder. She gave one a light slap. "Stop distracting me." He grinned and turned his head back to the pillow.

Her fingers played over the seam separating the two luscious cheeks. She took hold of one and spread it, revealing the little star burst shape. "Going to pour more oil Bull." He grunted, unable or unwilling to say anything. She tipped the bottle and let the viscous liquid fall, landing unerringly in the crease of his buttocks. She watched as it rolled down, taking it's time, ratcheting up the sexual tension in the room.

Bull squirmed a little as the oil drew closer to his anus, then clenched his hole tight as it slid over the sensitive opening. The movement drew the liquid in, and his hips flicked forward at the sensation. She poured more into her hands, then gently rubbed a thumb around the rim, watching his buttocks tighten at the touch.

She could feel her own arousal flowing down her thighs: Maker, having this strong male restrained beneath her was more potent than the strongest aphrodisiac. She stamped down her desire, remembering the reason she was doing this.

Adaar dropped one hand to the tempting curve of his testicles, heavy with seed and painted them with her slick fingers. He lifted his hips slightly, allowing her more room to play. With a smile, she cupped his balls in a firm grasp, tracing the shape of the full orbs, then reached back and pressed a thumb to the perineum, sliding firmly back and forth.

As he muttered a fervent oath, he pushed up into her touch, his legs widening, spreading his ass cheeks. She closed her eyes at the erotic sight, worried that if she looked for a moment longer she would be pushed into a mind blowing climax. She took a few steadying breaths, then opened her eyes again and focused on Bull.

Her arm moved forward and she wrapped her fingers around his cock, which was fully stretched out and resting against the cotton sheet, a growing wet spot around the head.

Moving off the sensitive skin, she took hold of his heavy erection, saw the drops of pre cum that fell to the cotton sheet, creating a wet patch. The pulse of the thick vein could be felt against the pads of her fingers, and she realised it was beating in a rhythm that strangely matched her own erratic heartbeat.

She noticed that the leather strap needed loosening a notch. After taking care of it, she went back to his shaft, gliding her hand up and down in time with the motion of her thumb massaging his rim until she felt the muscle relax, ready for penetration.

She glanced at her neatly trimmed nails, had taken extra care with them, ensuring there would be nothing to hurt the delicate flesh within his passage. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she pressed a kiss to the dimples above his buttocks, then asked the all important question.

"Are you ready, love?"

She waited, for what seemed like an eternity, for his answer. His throat muscles worked furiously as he struggled to speak. "Yes, do it."

As if the words had somehow released a weight, his shoulders melted into the bed, his body relaxed becoming fully open to her. With her thumb, she gently held held the hole open as she slid a finger slowly inside and felt his muscles clamp down immediately. She moved one hand back to the velvet skin of his cock, and started a slow glide from root to tip.

As the tension eased, she matched the movement of her finger to the stroking of his cock, until his hips picked up the rhythm and moved in time with her.

"More." Bull's voice was deep and husky with desire as he spoke. She added another finger and let him adjust. Carefully she scissored her fingers apart, stretching him in small increments. Then she curved her digits within his passage and found the sweet spot. He growled his approval, his hips jerking as she rubbed the prostate firmly.

"Earlier, you said you couldn't save him; who was you referring to Bull?" All the while she kept the same slow motion, both in his hole and on his cock. He snorted, clearly bemused by her timing. "Kadan, it's a little difficult to think when you're doing that."

"I know; I don't want you to think, just tell me the first thing that comes into your mind."

"Well at the moment, your finger in my ass is the first thing that comes to mind." She leaned forward and bit one quivering ass cheek. "That's not helping," he groaned.

"Well, stop thinking and just answer."

"There are too many to name, too many fucking people I wasn't able to save. Is that what you want to hear?" His voice was low, angry, but she caught the underlying pain in each word.

"No, Bull. I want you to tell me about him." She could sense the internal struggle going on within Bull, a sense of panic as he fought the memories threatening to pour out. She pushed harder, not giving him a chance to retreat.

"Was this man part of the reason you handed yourself over to the re-educators?" It was a guess, but she figured there had to be something that pushed him to that point of desperation. His hands balled into fists, pulling at the sheet, but his head stayed stubbornly turned away from her. She added a third finger, stretching him further, keeping his attention in the present, or so she hoped.

His breathing increased, his body quivered but still he didn't answer. A tremor ran through her, they were nearing the end now and if she couldn't get him to open up soon, then she would lose the man she loved.