Seduced by the Gladiator(45)

“Do not think.” His voice was breathless as he tugged at the knot of his subligaculum. He nipped at my ear at the same time. “Do not think. Just feel.”

“Wait, just wait.” In response I found myself lifted off of my feet and turned in midair. “I . . . I don’t want . . .”

In response, Christus slipped a finger between my naked legs and rubbed, making me gasp both with the sensation and with the brashness with which it was delivered.

“Yes, you do.” He delivered a sharp smack across the cheek of my right buttock, and I cried out loud.

I did not have an answer for him—he was right. I wanted whatever he would give me, and I wanted it hot and fast and now.

Then, finally, all thought was whisked away as Christus rammed me against the wall. He dragged my head back, feasted on my lips, and ground his hips against mine before taking my hand and lowering it to his crotch.

I sucked in my breath at the brashness of his gesture. This was not a Christus that I knew—my lover was gentle, and persuasive. He seduced me with body and mind.

This Christus demanded that I please him, and that I do it his way. Though I would never have imagined that it would, I found it incredibly arousing to have such demands made of me.

His erection jerked beneath my touch. I could feel the heat through the leather, and I squeezed the tip, imagining the skin pulled tight over the weeping flesh.

He was harder than he had ever been. I wanted him to use that hardness to fuck me.

Christus placed a hand over mine and made me measure his length and girth with my fingers. Then he groaned, “Now, Lilia,” exhaling hot breath in my ear.

His words were not a request, and they made a shiver roll over my skin.

As Christus continued his assault on my mouth, I vaguely heard the sound of tearing cloth. It was my sleep tunic being ripped in half. My breasts were then grasped in rough palms. Thumbs rubbed over my nipples through the shreds of cloth so that they became pebble hard, then clever fingers worked them until they jutted out from my skin in sharp peaks. I writhed against him, and his tongue slithered over the swells, making me inhale sharply.

Watching my eyes, Christus pulled his subligaculum down over his hips to reveal the jut of his massive erection, which stood forward proudly from its nest of dark curls. Brazenly staring his fill at my own naked skin, he pushed his leathers down his legs, then stepped out.

Dropping to his knees, he nuzzled at my abdomen. Wicked excitement raced through me as I realized what he was about to do.

He rained kisses over the quivering flesh of my belly. When my eyes blurred, Christus took the shreds of my tunic, which was already falling down my shoulders, and clamped it in his teeth. Tugging with his mouth, he nudged the fabric down until it slid from my arms and fell to the floor, pooling around my feet.

Lowering his head, he began to lap at me, rough little licks that had me hissing. Soon his tongue licked at the flesh around my most sensitive spot, and my body threatened to lose control. Around and around his tongue swirled, coming closer and closer, until finally it flicked over the nub of swollen flesh, causing something inside of me to swell, swell like a wave until it crested and left me boneless and sobbing.

Though the climax left me weak, it still was not enough. Knowing me as he did, I had hardly more than a moment to catch my breath when I was pulled from the wall and turned around. Christus leaned me over the edge of my bedroll, placing my palms flat on the woolen blanket.

“Do not move your hands from this place.” He covered me with warm male flesh from behind. I tensed as his fingers probed at the entrance to my ass, the sensation, as always, strange enough to make me squirm.

“Hold still.” A finger nudged into my anal canal, the foreign intrusion vaguely uncomfortable at first. As he worked his finger in and out that slightest bit, loosening me, removing the tension from my clenched muscles, I finally settled back against the pressure, the strangeness giving way to pleasure.

Christus insistently rotated that finger, going in no more than an inch before pulling it back out, again and again, as he took my left hand with his free one and guided it to his rearing cock. As I clasped my fingers around it eagerly, exploring the heated silk, I found that it was already beaded with drops of sticky liquid at its tip.

“Help me, Lilia,” Christus muttered as he increased the rhythm of his finger. I pushed back against him, taking him in deeper. I could not remember anything ever feeling so good, or ever wanting someone so badly.

“Stand on your toes and take me in.” I was enjoying the feeling of his finger too much to obey, and I stayed as I was, pushing back against him. In response, he laid a sharp smack to the side of my hip, and the sting forced my attention to his words.