Kimera Chapter 17

I thoroughly enjoyed our night with Claudia, Sonny, and their kids, even if we had to talk about Paden. He was the only downer of the night, really the whole day. As the day progressed, I’d been thinking more and more about something. By the time we made it back to the hotel, I’d come to a decision.

Any doubts or hesitation I might’ve had in regard to completely committing to Spawn were gone. What he’d done when the Gusevs kidnapped me, plus what he was doing now, erased any lingering upset over what he thought when I left Bristol without telling anyone.

When we got in our room, he was a gentleman and insisted I take my shower first. I got my clothing together out of the drawer and went into the bathroom. I’d washed my hair last night, so there was no need to do it again. I thoroughly scrubbed and exfoliated my body and freshly shaved my pits and legs. I’d made sure my wax job was done again while we were at home. Once I was done, I got out, dried off, and applied body lotion. It was a special kind I hoped he liked. A swipe under each arm of deodorant came next. Brushing my hair and teeth were the final steps before I slid on my clothes. I checked myself out in the mirror. I appeared flushed but presentable.

Deciding not to linger any longer, I opened the door and confidently walked out. I saw the way his gaze burned as he scanned me from head to toe and back. His tongue peeked out for a moment as he licked his lips. I smiled at him. “It’s all yours.”

“I won’t be long,” he said rather hoarsely, I thought. He had his clothes in his hand. I couldn’t tell what it was.

He hurried past me and into the bathroom. The shower came on moments later. Knowing I didn’t have much time, I turned off all the lights except the one between the two beds. Once I did it, I went to the bed he’d slept in last night. I pulled back the covers. I left mine as it was. Crawling on the bed and under the top sheet, I felt the butterflies in my stomach. God, it had been so long since I’d done this, and whenever I had done it in the past, it hadn’t ever been what I called good.

When I was home, Troian and I had talked about sex. She was new to it, but at least it seemed her experiences with Lash were all very positive ones. She glowed when she talked about it. She didn’t go into details, but she did say he rocked her world every time. I didn’t know what that was like. When I was with the other women, they let tidbits drop, which told me they had no complaints in that department with their men either. Was it a biker thing? I hoped so. Otherwise, I was worried Spawn would be disappointed.

All my past sexual relationships had been disappointments. Overall, I thought I had tried to be an active participant despite what happened to me at fifteen. The guys always got off, but I rarely did, and when it did happen, it wasn’t anything to talk to your girlfriends about, if I had any. Mostly, I couldn’t wait for it to be over. The men got off, rolled over, and went to sleep. There was no cuddling or sweet talk or intimacy. They only gave me enough foreplay to get me wet, and then they got to the main event. Why they were upset when they suggested we do other things and I said no, I couldn’t understand. Surely, they knew I didn’t orgasm. I didn’t fake it. I got wet, but that was it. In order to get any satisfaction of my own, I’d go to the bathroom after they fell asleep and masturbate in the bath or shower. I kept hidden under the sink a vibrator which was waterproof.

I prayed hard for it to be different with Spawn. The oral sex we’d shared had been amazing and nothing I’d experienced before. If he could do that with his mouth and hands, surely he’d do as much with his cock. I wasn’t expecting it to be better. He was already way better than anyone I’d been with. Hell, oral sex hadn’t been a frequent thing with them, at least not with me receiving it.

I was so lost in my thoughts and feeling nervous that I didn’t at first hear a new noise. When it registered, I strained hard to figure out what it was. It was coming from the bathroom. Spawn was making low groaning noises. They sounded like the ones he made when I’d given him a blow job. Throwing back the covers, I tiptoed to the door and listened. Yep, it was louder and definitely sounded like he was pleasuring himself. My pussy began to get wet. Turning the knob, it opened. I slowly pushed it open, far enough for me to squeeze inside. I swallowed nervously. My mouth was dry. I hoped he wouldn’t get upset.

The shower had one of those opaque glass doors on it. I could see him through it, just not in detail. Taking a deep breath, I went to it, whipped off my nightgown, then slid the shower door open. He had his head thrown back. One hand was on the wall, and the other was wrapped around his cock. He was fisting and working it fast. His strokes went from the base to the tip, where he twisted his hand over the head, dragging precum down his length. Even in the water, I could tell he was leaking. That sight made me even wetter. Before I could lose my courage, I stepped in and closed the door. It was a large shower for a hotel.

I don’t know if I made a sound, he felt my presence, or cool air got in, but whatever it was, his eyes snapped open, and he whipped around. I saw the surprise on his face then he lowered his gaze and took in my naked body. It was true he’d seen me before, but this was different. He already had an aroused expression on his face when I got in. It doubled within seconds of seeing me. I fought not to cover myself and let him look his fill. Lowering my gaze, I scanned his body.

Last time I’d been able to enjoy his cock and a bit more. I hadn’t explored his whole body with my hands or mouth. My mouth went from dry to watering at the sight of the man in front of me.

“Kimera, what the hell are you doing? You shouldn’t be in here, She-Wolf. I’m not in control right now. Go out, and I’ll join you when I am,” he asked hoarsely.

“What if I don’t want you in control, Aidan? What if I want to stay and see what you’re like when you let go completely?”

He groaned as if he was in pain. I couldn’t help but stare. He had muscles for days that were covered in delicious tattoos, and then there was his cock. It was standing tall and begging to be touched and licked. His piercings called to me to play with them. My pussy was soaked, and my nipples were hard beads. I had to fight not to touch myself.

“Jesus Christ, you don’t know what you’re asking for, baby. If I let myself go, I’ll scare you, and I don’t want to do that. I can’t just give you oral sex tonight. I’m sorry.” he grimaced as he said it.

Deciding to show him rather than talk about it, I stepped closer. He tried to back away, but he was close to the wall and didn’t get far. I reached out and placed my hand over his heart. It was pounding. I ran it down to his taut nipple and flicked it. He moaned. I then gave it a pinch like he’d done to mine during our one night together. This made him moan louder.

“You’ve gotta stop, babe. Please,” he pleaded. His fists were clenched, and I swear he was shaking a little bit.

“I don’t want oral sex. Well, I do, but it’s not all I want. I’m ready, Aidan. I’m ready for you to take me. I want to know what it’s like to have you inside of me. To feel your cock filling me and you making love to me. I don’t mind if you lose control. I know you won’t hurt me.”

I knew that even if I was nervous and worried, I had to convince him that I wanted to try. That was the main thing, and I wanted to make it good for him.

“God, you have to be sure. Don’t do this unless you’re one hundred and ten percent sure. I don’t want to scare you or anything else,” he said.

I slid my hand down his chest past his washboard stomach to his cock. I fisted it and stroked up and down once as I said, “I’m beyond sure. Make love to me, fuck me, I don’t care which, just do it. I’m hurting,” I whimpered. That wasn’t a lie. I ached deep inside my core.

He growled, and then I was flush against him as he yanked me to him. My hand was still around his cock, but it was trapped between us. He lowered his head and took my mouth in the most aggressive kiss I’d ever had in my life. He was growling like a beast as he kissed, nibbled, and licked my mouth. When I opened my mouth, his tongue darted inside to wrestle with mine. I moaned at the taste and feel of him.

I raised up on my tiptoes to make it easier for him to kiss me. The next thing I knew, he cupped both of my ass cheeks and lifted me up. I squealed and hurried to get my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I moaned louder because this brought my nipples in contact with the hair on his chest, which made them tingle, and my pussy was rubbing along his hard cock. He groaned and kept kissing me for at least a good minute or two before he broke it.

His face was flushed like I knew mine was. I could feel the heat. His gaze was smoldering with desire and so intense. “I fucking love you, and I’m gonna show you that tonight. I need to ask. Are you on birth control? I have condoms, but I’d prefer if I could take you bare. I’m clean, I swear.”

“I’m clean too, and yes, I’m on birth control. I’ve never gone bare, but I’m willing to with you.”

“Thank fuck. I’ve never done it either, but between us, I want nothing, not even a thin layer of latex. I need us both to feel everything. Let’s get out of here and to bed so I can do this properly. We’ll have shower sex some other time,” he said with a wicked smirk. I panted a little as he lowered me down. He made sure to drag my nipples through his hair and my pussy along the entire length of him. I moaned, and he smiled.

I wrapped a hand around his cock. He shuddered. “Just remember, paybacks can be a bitch.”

“Fuck, I hope so,” he muttered as he shut off the shower then maneuvered me around. “Let me get out and get you a towel. Stay here. It’s warmer.” The next thing I knew, he was out and shut the door. It was only a minute or so before he opened it again and wrapped me in a towel. He lifted me out and briskly, although gently, dried me thoroughly. He caressed my skin, and I saw him checking out everywhere his hands touched me. He paid extra attention to my breasts, ass, and pussy. I moaned again. I couldn’t seem to hold them in. He flashed me his sexy grin.

When he was done. He lifted me in his arms like I was a bride and opened the door somehow. “Aidan, I can walk, baby.” I reminded him.

“I know you can, but I want to carry you. To me, this is our wedding night.” His declaration filled me with more warmth and happiness. I nodded and smiled at him to proceed. He swiftly carried me to the bed and laid me down gently. I didn’t know why he was so concerned about losing control. He was very controlled.

Or he was until I was spread out then he showed me what he meant by being out of control. He growled again like a beast, and the next thing I knew, he was straddling me. He took my mouth again. His hands were buried in my hair, lightly tugging on it. It stung a bit, but I found it only made my desire heighten. I had no idea it would make me do that. We consumed each other. I gave as good as I got in that kiss, I thought.

As we kissed, our hands were busy, too. Each of us had them on the other’s chest. I played with his nipples and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest and outlined his pecs while he kneaded my breasts and tugged on my nipples. I shuddered and had to rub my thighs together. I was trying to get some kind of relief from the burning down there.

This caused him to lift his head away from me. I tried to chase his mouth with mine, but he shook his head and grinned. “Nah, no more of that right now. I promise we’ll come back to it, though. No one kisses like you, baby. Why don’t we see if I can help you with what’s bothering you.” He slipped a hand between us and into my folds. I cried out and jerked. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet. I’ve got just the thing for that.”

“Wait,” I said breathlessly.

He froze. “Are you alright?”

“I’m more than alright, but I didn’t get to explore you last time like I wanted. Let me do that,” I pleaded.

“I don’t know that I have the control to let you do it, then have me pleasure you before I have to have you. You’re so damn beautiful and luscious. You’re driving me wild. Feel my cock. It wants inside of you now. I want to pound that sweet pussy until I make you scream and come, then fill you with my cum. I’ve gotta mark you as mine. It’s primal, baby. Do you know what a primal hunter Dom is?”

I shook my head no.

“It’s considered a kink by many.” When he said that, my eyes widened. He hurried to continue. “It’s nothing painful or dangerous. I’d never do anything you don’t want or like or hurt you. I like to growl. I might snarl or grunt loudly. I like to use my nails and teeth. Pull your hair. Maybe one day if you’re willing, I’ll be rougher with you, but again, it all depends on what you want, need, and can handle. I’m not gonna do it tonight or even soon. I just wanted to explain before you hear me get going,” he smiled and winked when he said it.

“Do you do more than those things? Are there other things a primal does or likes? What am I if you’re considered a hunter?” I was scared to a degree, but my curiosity was bigger. To be honest, the thought of exploring kinks was kind of exciting to me. Rather than our intermission causing me to become less aroused, it was growing.

He ran his nails over my skin on my chest, over my nipples, then down to my stomach. He didn’t break the skin, but it did sting a tiny bit. “You would be called primal prey, and yes, primal hunters like to do other things, like chase their prey. It can be inside or outside. They like to take them down and ravish them,” he whispered. I moaned as his nails bit into my hip harder.

“D-d-do you like to chase women and capture them?” I stuttered.

“I’ve not been able to do it, really, although I won’t lie, I’ve thought about it a lot. What would you say if I told you I thought about visiting a kink club in Nashville before you to explore that? One of the guys in Hunters Creek, Payne, belongs to it.”

“Really? An honest-to-God kink club? What’s it called? Would you want to take me there?”

“Yes, an honest-to-God club. It’s called the House of Lustz. I wouldn’t go now unless you went with me. There’s no touching other people for me or you, baby. You’re mine, and I’m yours. I don’t mind being watched or even seeing others, but if anyone actually touched you, I’d fucking tear them apart,” he ended that declaration with a low rumbling growl.

Instead of this scaring me into running out of the room screaming, I found I was intrigued and more than curious. I’d never watched anyone have sex other than in porn movies. I had to admit, it turned me on. I had no idea if I could let someone else watch us. He saw me thinking, so he added, “Kimera, don’t worry about it. We don’t need to go. I’ll be more than happy with whatever you give me. No pressure. I planned to talk to you about this once we were closer to having actual sex, but you surprised me. I’m sorry I dropped it on you like this, but I wanted you to know. The sounds might scare you. Was the scratching I just did alright? I’ve bitten your mouth and nipples. What about that? If you like it, I’d like to do it harder to see if you like it even more.

“I like your nails, the way you pull on my hair, and how you’ve bitten my mouth and nipples. Do you like that done to you? As for the club in Nashville, can you go there and not do anything, you know, just observe? And if you do something, does it have to be in front of people?”

I saw surprise cross his face, then amazement. “Babe, are you saying you’d be willing to at least go check it out even if we do nothing more than watch and never return?”

I nodded. “Yes, I think I could do that. I’d never be able to have sex in front of other people, but watching them might be hot. Oh, and as for the sounds you make, please do. I’ve loved what I’ve heard so far. And if you want to chase me and catch me one of these days after we get back home, I think I’d like to see what that’s like. No drawing blood, though,” I warned him.

“Goddamn,” he muttered.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re perfect for me, Kimera. So goddamn, mind-blowing perfect. You have no idea what it does to me to hear you say all those things. Why don’t we start out slow and we’ll go from there? Nails, teeth, sounds, and maybe hair pulling tonight?” he asked. I saw hope on his face.

I raised my head and captured his mouth. I bit his bottom lip as I scratched down his chest to right above his cock. He hissed and growled. I let go. “I think that sounds good. I’m not sure how I’ll react, but go for it. But first, I need to explore you,” I reminded him.

He groaned like I asked him to run a marathon, but he did roll to the side and lay on his back. He flung out his arms and spread his legs. “Do what you will, but I make no promises on how long I can hold back. You may have to wait a while to be able to do a thorough exploration.”

Before he could change his mind, I got up and straddled his middle. I rubbed myself on him. Yes, I knew I was tempting the beast, but I wanted to. After hearing about him being this primal hunter, I wanted to experience more of that. I still wanted to touch and taste him all over, but I wouldn’t mind when he broke. Something told me Spawn would be able to talk me into almost anything sexually. My hang-ups and fears in the past might just stay in the past.

I leaned up and began at his mouth. I worked my way down. I looked at, touched, and tasted his mouth, neck, and then his impressive chest, which was huge and wide. I traced his tats with my tongue and nipped at his skin. I tugged the hair on his chest and sucked and nibbled on his nipples. When I got to his stomach, his muscles jumped, and his breathing sped up more. I smiled up at him. His hard cock was digging into my stomach now.

“Can I put my mouth on your cock, baby?” I asked him softly.

“Jesus, yes. If you don’t, I’m gonna die. Although I’m not sure how long I can hold back from coming. Shit, you’re a temptress,” he muttered.

This gave me the confidence to do more. I raised up and laid down until I was face-to-face with his massive cock. I swear it looked even bigger than the last time I was about to give him a blow job. It was covered in his precum and my slickness. Not wasting time, I grasped the base firmly and swiped my tongue across the head. He moaned loudly, and his hips flexed up, which drove it into my mouth. I lifted up to say one more thing.

“Aidan, I want you to fuck my mouth like a primal. Make me take it and gag. Come down my throat as I suck your huge, beautiful cock,” I begged.

I saw when he let one of his figurative chains loose. He let out a louder, snarling sound and grabbed me. He flipped me on my back and came over the top of me, straddling my chest. His cock bounced and tapped my mouth. He grasped it and hit my mouth again, only harder. “Open that sexy mouth and suck your man’s cock. I want tongue and teeth and to go deep,” he ordered.

I felt wetness flood my pussy. I opened my mouth and took it. He fed his cock to me, and I worked to take as much as I could while tonguing him and using my teeth as he ordered. The almost feral look on his face drove me on. Fuck this was hot. I moaned when he grabbed my hair and tugged. This time, it was harder than the last.

I sucked him deeper to show him I liked it. He began to take over and thrust in and out. Each time, he went deeper. The growls, grunts, and snarls coming out of him were crazy sexy. I felt like I could orgasm without him touching my pussy at this point, and that had never happened to me in my life except once with him.

“That’s it. Take it. I’m gonna go deep, babe. Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded as best as I could with a mouthful. He thrust his hips forward. When he hit the back of my throat, he held it there for a few seconds and then backed off. “God, you’re doing so good, Kimera. It feels so fucking amazing. I’m gonna do it again. I want you to swallow and see if you can take me down your throat. Take a deep breath. On the count of three, okay. One, two, three,” as soon as he said the last number, he thrust. It was a hard one, but not enough to hurt me. I fought to swallow despite gagging. I could feel him past the back of my throat. I was glad I took a breath because there was no way I could do it now. My eyes watered, but I kept swallowing, and then I hummed. He jerked and grunted, then slid back out.

“Hotcake, I’ve gotta do that again. I’m so close. Can you take it?”

I nodded. I could do it. He didn’t count this time, but as he thrust forward, I inhaled and swallowed. He groaned loud and long. He tugged on my hair and began to thrust faster. I could barely keep up, but I loved his expression. He thrust a few more times, then suddenly a hand was on my throat, lightly squeezing as he buried his cock down my throat and hollered, “Fuck,” as he came.

He jerked again and again. I had to fight to swallow it all and not panic when I couldn’t breathe. As my air supply was cut off for longer, I began to panic. Even in the throes of his release, he instantly knew, and he eased back so I could breathe. He ran his fingers gently up and down my throat as he gazed at me lovingly.

“Kimera, baby, that was so goddamn incredible. I’ve never… shit,” he whispered as he pulled out and lowered his head to kiss me. I eagerly twined my tongue around his. It still shocked me that he didn’t care if he tasted his own cum. He kissed me breathless and stupid before he stopped.

He gave me a sexy smirk. “Now, it’s my turn. Prepare for me to eat your pussy until I make you scream over and over.

“Oh God,” I said. He chuckled as he kissed his way to my soaking wet pussy. I grabbed the headboard. I knew I was about to be taken on the ride of my life. I might not survive to get to the main event.