42. Echo

42

Echo

H is pupils blow like an eclipse, black swallowing the summer gold, and he throws me back onto the bed between his thighs.

"I seem to remember promising Thor a turn first," he says in that growly voice that I fucking love. My hole clenches with giddy anticipation, and I hurry to retrieve the silent, discarded toy from the sheets. When I hold it out to him, however, he shakes his head.

"I want to watch you do it. Show me how you'd fuck yourself if I wasn't here."

"If you weren't here, I'd have gotten off an hour ago, had a smoke, and probably be napping," I tease, but I bring the dildo to my mouth. Working up a generous helping of saliva, I toss him a wink before letting it drip onto the smooth, flared head.

"There's my dirty boy." The rasp in his voice thrills up my spine, and I lean back on my elbow, drawing a knee to my chest.

I'll be your anything.

And I know how to put on a show.

"I like to start with the swivel. You haven't seen that feature yet." Pressing the button, I show him how the tip rotates. "It feels fucking amazing on my rim. I pretend it's your tongue— ungh —warming me up."

Said tongue flicks out to swipe at his bottom lip as his eyes track my movements.

How long will the voyeur win out before he breaks ? He's already hard again, pumping himself almost lazily, but I can read the quivering tension in his thighs as he rests on his haunches like a stallion waiting for the spurs.

"When I'm ready, I switch to the vibrator. The lowest setting, to start, but it feels fucking insane when I press it inside. Just the first inch, but if I clench like this? It gets so intense I can feel it all the way to my balls."

Fuck. My voice is starting to shake, as if his avid gaze alone is heating the air in my lungs to leave me gasping. I'm not sure how much longer I can toy with him before I beg him to take over.

"Now I'm imagining your cock—how you work me open with those deliberate thrusts. And when I hit my prostate— shit —I amp up the dial and hold it there until I'm drenched with precum and my dick is begging me to jerk it off."

My whole arm is shaking with the strain of propping myself up, but I don't want to fall back and lose the intoxicating view of him. Easing back on my self-torment with a sigh, I wave the white flag.

"It's begging to be touched, Coen. Please . I don't want to come again without your hands on me."

I hold my breath as he holds my gaze, and then release it in a grateful gasp when he lunges forward, trapping my bent leg between our chests before drawing a fingertip lightly down my aching shaft.

"Like this?" His knee finds the hand between my thighs and urges me to spear myself deeper.

"More," I plead, as my head falls back and his body blazes above me.

"Like this?" His palm gathers precum and rolls over my throbbing head, callus on silk.

"More."

"How about this?" The hot length of his own erection scorches along mine, and he wraps us both in his fist.

"Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Fuck…me ."

My hand is still trapped between us, Thor shoved farther up my ass than I've ever dared alone. I can't move enough to change the setting, and each rock of his hips sends sensation crashing through me, reaching up and out through my flesh to collide with the euphoric glide of our cocks in his hand.

"I'm gonna come, I'mgonnacomeI'm —"

"Give it to me. I want it all."

And there's no part of me that can resist him. Everything explodes, pulsing, shattering, nails raking down his chest.

"There it is. Fucking gorgeous, baby."

"I…" My lashes flutter. "I can't—" My knuckles struggle against his knee. "Turn it off."

"I don't think so." Another slow grind and a sob escapes me, but my dick pulses out another jet of cum. "You keep Thor right where he is. I wanna feel that buzz on my cock when you strangle us both with your slutty little ass." His breath lays a line of fire across my cheek. "I'm gonna fucking defile you."

And…

I'm done.

Echo has officially been replaced by an incoherent puddle of lust.

With lidded eyes, I watch him coat his cock, and I shiver when he spreads more lube onto my already stuffed hole. One finger probes gently along the silicone shaft, burning past the first ring of muscle.

"Fuck," he hisses. "That's fucking tight."

"Mmm." I squirm, caught between discomfort and greed as he crooks the digit, seeking my prostate.

"You good?" And then he brushes over the spot, and I arch off the bed with a cry. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Definitely yes," I gasp.

The finger withdraws, and he lines himself up, holding me open with his other hand on my thigh. Sucking in a gulp of heated air, I brace for the invasion, my hand on the vibrator trembling with sympathetic expectation.

"Echo."

I lift my eyes to find him studying my face—not with the old haunted fear but with clear awareness. "Are you ready?"

No .

I've always been ready for you.

"Yes."

After a last, searching look, he nods, gripping my thigh and shifting his hips experimentally against the resistance of my body.

"C'mon," he encourages. "Let me in."

He's too much, too big. There's no way he's going to fit, and I shake my head against the tragedy of it. This is the Byrd of my wildest fantasies—sure and confident, generous and selfish, poised to take me exactly the way I want. How is it fair for my body to betray me now?

His fingers bite into my jaw, and my eyes fly open, prickling with tears.

"Baby." The faith in his gaze is luminous, spilling over into mine. "It'll fit. You can do this. You just gotta relax and let me in. "

"Kiss me."

He does it wide open, letting me drown, and drinks my sigh as my body surrenders, letting him in .

" Fuck ," we groan together, and his smile curves against my lips.

The burn is immense, straining at the edge of endurance, and for a moment, I just breathe his air, my fingers floating in his tangled hair. He holds himself still, waiting for me to adjust, weight balanced on his arm and his thumb rubbing slow circles on my inner thigh.

It happens all at once—a tide of heat that ripples through every grasping muscle to leave me languid and pliant. My fingers flex, brushing against his balls, and his whole body shudders, slipping a little further inside.

"Coen." I trail my other hand down his cheek and press my palm to the art over his heart. "Make me come screaming."

He still has to fight for every inch, but holy shit, what a glorious fucking battle. When his hips finally meet my ass, I flip Thor's dial to the next setting and watch him struggle not to fall apart.

"Holy fucking hell , Echo." His hips rock helplessly, and I'm beyond full, beyond stimulated, but he's right there with me, so I bring my free leg up to wrap around his waist.

"You should see what you look like right now," he continues, staring mesmerized at where we're joined. "Your ass is a fucking vision."

"Is that an invitation?" There's nowhere left to go, but I move anyway, tilting my pelvis to meet the next agonizing thrust. His laugh turns into a tortured groan.

"Fuck, baby. I wanna fuck you so hard right now, but this is…" He huffs out a harsh breath. "I'm gonna last about two seconds. "

"I don't care. Take what you need."

His fingers spasm at my hip and thigh, and he draws back to drive into me hard, twice. Then he shakes his head and tears himself free, taking Thor with him. The dildo hits the floor and rolls under the bed, still humming softly, as Byrd flips me over and smashes my chest into the mattress.

Instead of pushing my legs apart, he shifts to straddle them, trapping me between his knees and laying a sharp smack across one ass cheek.

" Shit ." I writhe into the sheets, but he holds me captive.

"Hot for teacher, huh?" His palm soothes over the sting, and his thumb traces the words etched between the dimples of my ass.

"Always," I pant, nothing but nerve endings and need.

This time, he's not slow or careful. He notches himself at my entrance, grips my shoulders, and hauls me back as he surges forward, impaling me on his cock.

With my legs pressed together like this, he's impossibly huge, irrevocably hard—bruising and brazen and staking his claim.

"Tell me you love me," he demands, drawing himself back to the tip.

"I love you," I husk, leaking all over the sheets.

"I love you too."

The rest is a blur of vibrant skin and blunt nails and his hot mouth sucking at my spine, my neck, my eager tongue. It's ecstasy so sharp, I forget to be broken or fixed or lonely or brave. I stop being Echo at all. I'm just here , being his.

Being me.

He takes me with all the fervent ardor of a man set free, and I come screaming until my voice is gone.

Sorry, neighbors.