Seduced by the Gladiator(82)

I sighed with satisfaction when I felt the nudging of his solid erection at my back. I was surprised when, instead of sliding his cock down to the entrance of my pussy, he pulled apart the flesh of my ass cheeks and positioned his cock at my entrance there.

I hissed as he slid that first inch in, stretching the tight muscles of my sphincter. I pushed back against him, burning with a fiery pain along the length of his cock. My flesh contracted around him as I adjusted to the feeling of him in that tight, tight channel.

He took his time, moving back and forth; an inch slid in, an inch taken out. The pain dulled, melting into pleasure, and I pushed back against him again, taking him deeper and letting him know that I was ready.

One hand grabbing for my breasts, he sank the rest of the way in, pushing until I felt his testicles swing gently against my rear. I breathed heavily, my heart racing.

Oh, it was so good.

“Christus. More.” The presence of his cock sent little shock waves of sensation skimming over my skin. And when his hand moved around front to pinch and pull at my clit, I thought that I might shatter with the pleasure of it all.

I heard his breathing become more labored and squeezed my muscles around him. He made a sort of gasping noise and pulled himself out.

“Not yet.” We both breathed hard, our tension having mounted to an inescapable height. Not. Yet.”

Gently, Christus urged me over onto my back and eased me down on the pillow. I reached up and fisted my hand around his shaft. He closed his eyes and groaned, then eased himself down on top of me, bracing his weight on his arms.

Resting his forehead on me and looking into my eyes, he eased into me finally, as I thanked the gods.

This, this was what I needed—the feeling of my lover, riding inside of me.

Christus hilted himself inside of me easily, and I pushed back against him, still wanting more. His legs nudged mine farther apart, as far apart as they could get, so he could fill me that much deeper. When he began to move, the tip of his cock hit my womb with every thrust he made, and I made little whimpering noises as my oversensitized flesh was aroused yet again, past any and all boundaries I had thought I possessed. I could feel the sensations building up.

My flesh spasmed; not quite an orgasm, but a definite spike in feeling, just as he stopped. I made a half-strangled noise deep in my throat, but he did not pull out. Instead he ran his hands down the length of my legs as far as he could reach before grasping me behind my knees. He pulled my legs in front of him and braced them on his shoulders.

Then, finally, he gave me what I needed—what he needed. With a look in his eyes that was very nearly wild, he began to fuck me, his thrusts brutally hard, his movements meant to claim me as his, to possess me entirely.

I could not move much with my legs around his neck, so I ran my hands over my breasts. I savored the feel of the soft creamy hot skin, the tight satin peaks. I allowed him to feast his eyes on the sight of me touching myself, of me making myself feel good with my own fingers. His eyes watched me greedily, so I took a hand and slid it down—down between my legs—and rubbed the hard nub of flesh there.

With my legs splayed and the pressure of my finger on my clit, I came almost instantly with my muscles spasming around him. I shifted my hips even as I gasped for air, urging him to come with me, because I knew he was ready. He had been ready all night for it, to spill himself into me, but he had been holding back for my sake.

His breath came faster, and I knew he was close. A couple of upward thrusts of my hips and he let go, letting loose with a shout as he emptied himself into me.

He took a moment to gather his breath then extricated my legs from their upright position, gently rearranging them so they lay flat against the bed once again.

I was glad he did that for me, because my muscles were feeling so lax I wasn’t sure I could move at all. Maybe in a minute. Or maybe never again. I thought that I would be quite content to stay right there, just like that, forever.

He rolled, holding me close, so that I was lying on top of him with his still semifirm cock nestled cozily against my hip.

As I lay there sprawled out on top of him, I could feel his breath on my neck, and felt the slight rise and fall of his chest as his breathing began to slow. His pulse was beating right under my fingertips, and I found it reassuring somehow. It reminded me that out of all of it, the whole surreal experience of Gaius and the games, this was real.



However we had been expecting the emperor to make contact with us, it was not by chance in the market.

Christus and I stood together in a light mist of rain, haggling with a merchant over the price of a loaf of wheat bread. Viola was a mere two paces away. She had not been feeling well, but we had all agreed that leaving a female alone in an inn of any sort was not the best of ideas.