Chapter Twenty Eight

"Baby, that feels incredible." He groaned.
I was still gripping him firmly from behind, my hand stroking his cock slowly, teasingly, up and down as he shifted beneath my grip.
"You deserve a reward, my King." I could barely recognize my voice due to the desire and suggestive words I spoke.
His hands traveled backwards, landing on my bare thighs that were still lightly coated in sweat. He gripped onto them firmly, and I growled.
"I want to pleasure you, my Queen." He pleaded, his hips bucking to meet my strokes.
I wasn't sure if it was the rush of having been in heat that made me contemplate such a vulgar notion, but I had the great desire to do something naughty, something taboo.
"Next time, I want you both to fuck me." I muttered.
His hips stilled and his grip lessened, but I could hear his heart pick up exponentially.
"You mean, at the same time? You want to have a threesome?" His voice was deep and husky, revealing his lust. My nerves fought to drown me, but I wouldn't allow it. I wanted this. It was a terrifying thought, but intrigued me nonetheless.
"Yes."
I used my other hand to trace up his bare chest, stopping at his nipple. I pinched it between my fingers and his head fell back on my shoulders as a deep grumble formed in his chest.
"Anything for you. I don't mind taking turns, baby."
He wasn't getting it. He wasn't understanding my implications.
I shook my head, my hand trailing up to his neck while the other continued pumping his cock. I decided to use the same humiliating words Rory had used before.
"I have two holes."
His jaw fell open and his eyes grew wide. Suddenly, he broke my hold on him so he could turn to face me, grabbing my face with unsteady hands. "Are you serious, baby? You want it in the ass?"
*For crying out loud, would it kill them to not be so damn blunt?*
My face heated, but I nodded anyway. His eyes immediately blackened.
"Goddess, Aria. Was this Rory's idea?"
I smirked at his conclusion. "That obvious, huh?"
He gave me a dimply smirk in return. "The guy is kinky as hell. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a sex dungeon somewhere."
I giggled. "Unlikely. He was a virgin when we met."
Bastion flashed me a look I couldn't quite place. He appeared conflicted, maybe a little sad? But he quickly corrected it, smiling back at me with a twinkle in his green-brown eyes.
"Well, I'm glad he has such a wild imagination. Because DPing you sounds hot as fuck."
I laughed shyly, burying my face in his shoulder.
His hands made their way to comb my hair with his fingertips.
"Hey Bastion?"
"Hm?"
I paused. I had never said it to him before and was nervous as to how we would take it.
I glanced up at him, meeting his fire lit eyes with mine.
"I love you."
His heartbeat went wild and his eyes widened, full orbs bearing his admiration. He didn't answer right away, but instead grabbed hold of my face, pulling me in for a passionate yet slow kiss.
He hummed when his tongue met mine and I melted into him, the mate bond creating sparks of affection with each caress in my mouth. Something salty hit my taste buds, and I realized what it was in a second.
*Bastion was crying.*
For the sake of not embarrassing him, I chose not to comment on it. Instead, I focused on giving him what he needed.
I pulled myself flush against him until I was clinging to him like a koala. I could feel his heartbeat through my chest, dancing along with mine as our lips did a waltz of their own.
He pulled away an inch or so, meeting my eyes.
"Say it again?" He pleaded softly. I gave him a quick peck.
"I love you, Bastion." He resumed the deepening kiss before pausing again.
"Why?"
I knew immediately what he was asking. He wanted to know if it was purely the bond which prompted me to say it. I wasn't the least bit surprised by his insecurities, considering his home life before now, but it still broke my heart to see him so down on himself.
"Bastion, you are a fantastically lovable man. You are strong, brave, and protect me with your all. I love your sassiness and sense of humor. I love how you cuddle me and keep me warm as I sleep. I love your passion and the drive you have to build up our kingdom. I love your smile, your dimples, and your sexy body. And most of all, I love this." I moved my hand to rest over his still crazed heart. "You are so caring and loyal. The way you defended your best friend spoke of how loving you can be. And I. Love. You." I emphasized, booping his nose with my finger.
He sniffled, turning his head in embarrassment.
"Damn, Aria. You're making me all emotional. How am I supposed to be a strong King with you turning me soft?"
I giggled at his statement, rocking my hips against his bulging erection. "You don't feel very 'soft' to me."
He chuckled, bringing his lips to my neck and giving me a playful bite.
"Yea, well, how can I be with your hot naked body straddling me?"
"Point taken." I winked at him and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
"I want to make love to you." He whispered. "Slowly." He added, looking unsure.
I could tell by his nervousness that he hadn't really 'made love' to anyone before. He was used to hard fucking and nothing else.
"I would really like that." I assured him, bringing my hand up to stroke his stubble.
"You'll have to show me what to do. You know, to make you feel good."
He really was too adorable.
I debated waiting for Rory's return so he could help teach him, but something told me that this was a moment better reserved for the two of us.
I climbed from his lap and moved to lay on the bed beside  him. He eyed my body hungrily, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. I spread my legs, pulling him to sit between them.
"Touch me." I commanded, guiding his hand to my pussy.
The contact sent shivers through both of us as lustful electricity racked our bodies. He ran his hand along the entire length of my opening, effectively wetting my clit.
"Oh, right there." I squirmed, and he stopped to circle my bundle of nerves exclusively.
"Harder. Faster." I instructed him further to which he eagerly complied. "Oh gods!" I growled, trying my best to keep my hips still. It felt amazing. He was sloppy and a little awkward, but the way he watched me with desire and fascination made up for it.
He moved his other hand to me, extending two fingers and inserting them quickly into me. I jumped at the sudden stretching of my walls. His fingers were much thicker than Rory's.
He pumped them in and out nice and slowly, coating them completely in my juices and his come from earlier that was still seeping out of me.
"Fuck, Aria. You're so tight."
I moaned. "Yes, please. Keep talking."
"Your pussy looks so beautiful, baby. I can't wait to be inside of you."
My legs started to tremble and my hands shot to my breasts. I began to knead them, stopping occasionally to tug on my nipples.
Each and every sensation was winding the ball in my core, and I wanted nothing more than to cover my mate in my come.
"So good, Bas. Faster." His fingers pushed in and out of me quicker than before and I could feel his knuckles brushing roughly against my sex. His calloused fingers felt so different from Rory's soft ones, and I appreciated the sweet friction.
"Come for me, baby. Come on my hand so I can taste you."
My legs stiffened for the third time that day, and I grabbed fiercely onto the sheets beside me, trying to keep my claws from ripping them to shreds. "Oh my... yes, baby, yes, I'm coming. Bastion..." My hips bucked against his hands while I came, but he didn't stop pumping into me, extending my orgasm and driving me insane.
When it finally became too overwhelming, I closed my legs, flinching away from his delicious touch.
He was panting just from watching my climax, and I knew he was ready to have his fill.