YEARN (Ch 25) [ Cardiac Cock Arrest]

 

Cardiac Cock Arrest

Dominic

 

FUCK!

The room tilted, then steadied around the absolute weight of her on my hips. Something inside me—some wild gate with rusted hinges—gave way and stayed open.

For a clean, shocked beat, I forgot what hands were for.

She turned the surgeon into the patient.

And she liked it.

And God, I did too—so much I felt stupid with it, grateful and starving at once.

Teyonah was now on top of me, straddling me with a hunger that knocked the air from my lungs. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my slacks, urgency making her movements sharp, impatient.

And then—God—she freed my cock.

The sudden rush of air against the wet head made me twitch violently, precum smearing across the ridge of my stomach.

This was a fantasy come true.

No—this was more than that.

This was a moment that would brand itself into the marrow of my bones. The best of my life. Nothing else would ever compare—not a diagnosis solved, not a patient saved, not any goddamn cure the world could hand me.

Only her.

Only this.

Her full breasts bobbed in front of me as she took my cock out fully. Her nipples were still wet from my mouth.

“Oh Dominic.” She moaned at the sight of my cock, thick and straining in her palm, shiny with pre-cum. I could tell by the wildness in her eyes and the tremor in her thighs that she was desperate to have me inside her.

Desperate enough to risk everything.

“Why are you so big, baby?”

“Because I was made to fuck you, Mommy.”

She shivered from that response.

Next thing I knew, she positioned her pussy above my cock, guiding the swollen head to the hot slip between her thighs.

Yes. God yes. Finally!!!!

My entire body arched in primal desire, muscles tensing as if preparing for surgery, for the first incision. The clinical part of me noted every detail—the wet heat of her slick pussy brushing my tip, the quiver in her hips as she angled down, the way my balls tightened high against my body.

I whimpered, “Fuck me, Mommy.”

And then—slowly, so slowly—she sank down.

I groaned. “Oh!!”

My swollen crown split her wet pussy open, the heat swallowing me inch by inch.

“Yes, Mommy!” My vision blurred, my teeth clenched, and a growl ripped from my chest so loud I feared I might have woken Scott, J, and Oliver all at once. “Oh FUCK!!!”

It didn’t matter if they woke up.

I would’ve woken the whole goddamn house, the whole neighborhood, the whole city—because no man alive could be quiet while being swallowed whole by the only cure he’d ever believed in.

“Do you like that baby?” Her words were a fast-acting drug, shooting through my bloodstream. “You like Mommy’s pussy?”

“Yes.”

If she wanted, I would be her sex-slave, her loyal hostage, her fuck boy to do with in any way she chose.

My muscles went obedient.

“Are you sure, baby?”

My mind shifted to pure submission. “Yes, Mommy. I love it.”

“Good boy.”  Then she bent over and kissed me.

Claimed me.

Her soft breasts pressed against my muscular chest. Her kiss was lustfully chaotic at once. Tongue skilled. Hunger unashamed. The slight scrape of her teeth jolted my heart into a faster rhythm.

She left my lips and whispered against my mouth. “Let me show you something, baby.”

Then, she squeezed her pussy around my cock.

My eyes widened.

Holy shit!

That pussy hugged my cock like a wet, velvet fist.

Oh God! Oh God!

I went fucking crazy.

My hips bucked up without permission, a snarl tearing out of me as if my body had decided survival now depended on being buried inside her forever.

Never had anyone done that to me!

Not in high school!

Not in college!

Definitely not in medical school!

Not in the few late-night hook-ups that had meant nothing!

No one had ever wrapped me like this—heat, muscle, and slick desire milking me, testing me, claiming me.

This wasn’t sex.

This was seizure.

Cock-cardiac arrest.

A full-system collapse.

This was my unraveling.

Fuck medical school.

Fuck tomorrow.

Fuck ever leaving this bed.

I wanted to stay in her forever.

“Do you like that, baby?”

I shuddered. “Y-yes.”

“I tried to be good.” She lifted her hips and then sank down on my cock again.

“Oh, fuck.”

“I tried to be the responsible adult in this matter.” She rose perfectly, teasing me with that soaking warm pussy, and then right when I was going to beg for her pussy to come back, she slipped right down, giving me heat, pressure, wetness, and warmth.

A deep fit.

“I’m done trying to be a good woman.” She licked her lips. “You said I was yours.”

“You are.”

“But you’re definitely mine.” She rode.

“Oh! Oh!”

She was in my head, fucking me up and I could do nothing but take it.

Seal.

Pulse.

Slide.

My mind blanked, went white, then blew out.

Moaning, she leaned over and her forehead rested against mine; her breath shook between us. “I’m such a bad Mommy.”

“I like that.”

“You do?”

“Yes, Mommy. I love your pussy.” I held the backs of her thighs and prayed without sound.

She rose back to sitting and then rocked those hips in some circular pattern that I’d never fucking experienced before and I didn’t breathe so much as gasp in installments, lungs tugging at air that wouldn’t stay.

My pulse climbed into my mouth.

The world brightened at the edges like a whiteout.

I tried to say her name and couldn’t.

I tried to moan, but all I could do was growl.

I hadn’t been a virgin, but she sure showed me that I’d never really fucked before.

All those other women had just got my cock wet.

They’d never made it obey.

Her pussy’s rhythm claimed my soul.

Her breasts bounced as she rolled her hips and the wet clutch of her pussy pulled me up to heaven.

Hot sounds filled the air.

The bed creaked.

Her pussy slicked and slapped.

I groaned.

My hands were fucking shaking as I grabbed her breasts. I couldn’t control it—couldn’t steady the tremor running through me. My fingers dug into the heavy curves, hot and supple, the dark nipples brushing my palms as if they wanted me just as badly.

They slipped against my skin, slick with my spit from all the sucking I’d already done, and that made me groan like a madman.

She rose from my cock and I kneaded her breasts harder, desperate, clutching them like they were the only instruments I knew how to use, my thumbs dragging over her swollen tips until they stiffened and peaked again.

“Oh. Oh.” She moaned. “Yes, baby.”

The weight of her heavy, bouncing breasts filled my hands perfectly, obscene and holy at once, and the more I squeezed, the more my cock throbbed inside her.

Christ, I was shaking like an addict.

Shaking because I’d never needed anything more in my fucking life.

My chest heaved, my teeth clenched, and still I couldn’t stop pawing at her breasts like a hungry puppy.

She looked down and lust raged across her face. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

Finally, I found my voice. “You like my cock, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby.” She slowed her pace. “But, you like this pussy?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Tell me how much.”

“I want to live in your pussy, Mommy. I want to make it my home.”

“Oh fuck, baby.”

“I would drop out of school just to stay buried in you. I’d throw my degree in the fire if it meant keeping my cock inside you one more second.”

“Oh fuck yeah. You’re so nasty. So filthy.”

“Only for you, Mommy. You own this cock.”

She began rocking that pussy on me in more intense strokes. “Say it again. Say I own this cock.”

“You fucking own it. Every inch. Every vein. Every drop of cum. It’s all yours.”

“Oh God.” She rewarded me with a brutal thrust downward, taking me to the base.

I cried out like my chest had been cut open.

She smiled like she’d made the incision herself.

OH FUCK!!

My toes curled.

The room narrowed to a pinpoint of light that pulsed with each shove of her hips.

Then, the ceiling above us loudly creaked, and Scott’s coughing sounded.

She stopped.

Another creak came, and the sound cracked the air like a gavel. Her whole body startled—pussy clenching hard, breath snagging, spine bracing. The panic clench punched a curse out of me. My cock throbbed inside her in helpless defiance, an animal baring its teeth at a door.

“Don’t stop.”

She leaned close and whispered, “I. . .think Scott is up.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Then, a loud thump happened in the living room.

She widened her eyes.

Maybe I didn’t give him enough of the sedative.

The calculation was ugly and instant—dosage, half-life, variable tolerance—then gone, burned away by the reality of her shaking above me.

I wanted him silent, gone, erased from any room where her breath sounded like this.

Scott’s ragged coughing came next, echoing through the floorboards, each hack like a threat reminding me Scott still existed above us.

Why couldn’t he have just stayed asleep? Why must he always ruin the moment?

His stumbling footsteps followed, uneven and clumsy, the sedatives dragging him through the house like a drunk ghost.

Fuck him.

The sound only made me harder. I had her here beneath me while he wheezed useless upstairs. My cock twitched inside her, swollen and slick, desperate to push deeper, to brand her while he was too weak to stop it.

Teyonah attempted to get off me.

“No.” I ground my hips up, letting her feel the sharp throb of me. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Do you hear that?”

“Yeah. Let his coughing be the soundtrack to our fucking—”

“Dominic—”

“I don’t care about him or his feelings.”

“It’s not about his feelings. It’s about him using us being together as another weapon to blast against me and take my kids—”

“We’ll stop him—”

“Yes, but in the meantime of fighting him, he could take custody of my kids just because he’s upset that I’m happy—”

“I would kill him before that happens—”

“Don’t say that.” She shivered. “Please, don’t.”

Her nails bit into my shoulders, and her pussy clenched around me like she wanted to squeeze the words deeper into my body.

Above us, Scott coughed again, closer this time, but I didn’t stop—I couldn’t.

If anything, the danger shoved me further into madness.

“We have to stop, baby.”

“We can’t.”

The line between reason and need had dissolved in erotic heat.

“Please.” I raised my hips, pushing my cock into her. “Doesn’t it feel good.”

Her eyelids lowered and she moaned. “Y-yes.”

“Then. . .take this cock. You deserve it.”

“I. . .do. . .” Her hips rolled; pleasure dragged us under again. She set a faster pace, hips snapping like she was racing the footsteps above.

I cupped her hips, keeping her anchored on my cock. Her head tipped back and the moan I wanted my whole life shook free.

Mmmm.

That sound should’ve been illegal.

It unfocused my eyes.

I felt my pulse in places that didn’t have arteries.

Another creak came. This was sharper, and then the clatter of a cabinet sounded.

That’s it. I’m going to kill him.

Scott’s voice pushed through the boards, irritated and slurred. “Teyonah! Where’s the Tylenol?! My head is killing me!”

Scott sounded like he was heading upstairs, dragging his ruined body toward her bedroom.

Her pussy clamped down like a vice, a hot, wet pulse that stole the air from my lungs.

My cock kicked inside her, furious, pleading, wild—caught between the instinct to finish and the instinct to freeze, torn between survival and surrender.

Christ, the squeeze was merciless, like her body wanted to wring me dry right there, no matter the risk of discovery.

My hips jerked, helpless.

I knew she was loving my cock, yet also fighting the terror of being heard, of being caught mid-crime, mid-sin.

But fuck if that didn’t make this hotter.

The thought of him opening the door to find his wife still wet around my cock, still shuddering on top of me, made my whole body tremble.

“Teyonah!” Scott stumbled back down the stairs. He must have seen that she wasn’t in the bedroom. Now his footsteps sounded like he was heading to the kitchen. “Where are you?! I see the car.”

A drawer scraped.

Something fell.

He loudly cursed.

And I began fucking Teyonah from the bottom, not caring at all about his fucking headache or the fact that he was looking for her.

She pressed her hand to her mouth to hide the moans rising from her chest.

I covered it with mine, swallowing the sound, refusing to let Scott steal even one echo of her pleasure.

“Focus on this cock. Not him.”

Her eyes met mine—wide, dilated, desperate—and the look said what our bodies already knew: stopping wouldn’t save us; stopping would only starve us.

She moved again, helpless but certain.

I answered, setting a deeper angle, her body clenching around me, keeping me captive.

The house groaned again, a latch rattled, then a door above us yanked open and thumped shut.

Shit. He’s going out the back door. He’s probably coming to my place. No. Stay up there.

We both flinched, then chased the rhythm like sinners sprinting through a church.

His heading our way should have been the moment to stop.

I couldn’t let that happen.

Instead, I flipped her over until she was on her back and I was in full control. My cock was deep inside her, locked in a rhythm that argued for itself.

She groaned under my hand over her mouth.

“Be good. Stay with me. Don’t let him take this.” My cock pulsed with her rhythm, trembling on the edge of surrender. “Come on. Doesn’t this cock feel good?”

She moaned under my hand.

Her breasts bobbed with the faster tempo.

I held my orgasm back.

Barely.

The edge turned slippery.

I heard the oncoming ocean of ecstasy in my ears.

Blood.

Breath.

Her.

One more deep thrust.

Then another.

Then—

Knock.

Knock.

No!!!!!!!!!

Scott knocked on my door again and again.

Flat.

Stupid.

Undeniable.

Those fucking knocks landed like a mallet to the sternum.

GODDAMN IT!

Her whole body locked around me with shock.

My vision snapped to hard focus and then went grainy with refusal.

But. . .I couldn’t stop fucking her even though her husband was on the other side of the door.

Even though she shivered in fear.

“Excuse me?” Scott knocked again. “I’m looking for my wife. I see her car. Is she down here?”