“Yes,” I hiss, throwing my glasses onto the night stand.
He lands on top of me with awhump, grinding our hard-ons together as he rips off my shirt. Making quick work of the rest of our clothes, he covers me again, his warm skin electric against mine. His thick, uncut cock feels delicious. I’m nowhere near his size, but he loves to play with what I’ve got.
After grinding and kissing me breathless for what feels like the millionth time, he scoots down between my legs. What follows is an eye-rolling mix of nips at my inner thighs, sucking on my balls, long, lazy tongue baths at the crease of my hips, essentially anything and everything that isn’t my dick.
“Thaaane! Suck me. Please, suck me.”
Smiling, he finally does as I ask, pulling me into his amazing mouth, rolling and wrapping his tongue around my dick. He pushes his middle finger into my mouth, and I groan, getting it nice and wet for him. He reaches down, swirling the thick finger around my hole before plunging it in.
Fuck, that stings so good.
And then, just as I’m about to fly with the world’s most delicious orgasm, he pulls away.
“Noooo,” I say, punching the bed. “Come baaaack.”
He shakes his head, reaching into my nightstand for the lube.
I mean, that’s pretty fucking presumptuous, but right about now, I’d sell state secrets to have him put his hands, mouth, and/or cock anywhere in or on me.
I have to make do with his kisses which, to be fair, are world class. His kisses and light touches are just enough to keep me riding the edge but never enough to push me over. He’s seen me kill grown-ass men; you’d think he’d have learned not to take his own life in his hands this way.
When he decides that I’ve suffered enough, he wraps his enormous paw around me again, a devilish smirk on his lips. I roll my eyes, knowing that he’s nowhere near finished with me. Because I’ve been through this before and should fucking know better.
I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.
“I love this fat head of yours,” he says, stroking our cocks together, slicking them with lube. Touching the tip of his cock to mine, he orders me, “Hold it steady.”
I grab my dick and he rolls his foreskin over the head, involving the most sensitive parts in a slippery heat as his precum lubricates us.
“Little bit more lube,” he says, gasping.
I blindly reach for the bottle as he gently pulls back his foreskin, revealing more of his flushed purple head. Running my tongue along my upper teeth, I drip the chilly liquid directly from the bottle onto that sensitive skin.
He hisses, then groans, tilting his head back, reveling in the discordant sensation. A few more cooling drips as the big man shudders under my ministrations, and I reach out with warm fingers, spreading the lubricant by rolling the sensitive, slicked skin up and over his crown and head.
Grunting, he tugs me into a deep, searching kiss until I’m nearly dizzy with need. When he draws back, it’s my turn to search for more contact, but he gently places a powerful hand on my chest, making me wait too many damn seconds before taking our cocks in a sure grip, heads touching as he drags his foreskin just past the swollen ridge of my desperate, weeping dick.
Mother of Christ.
Never mind.Mary, please avert your eyes.
I see stars, and it’s all I can do to prevent myself from shooting. Warm, slick, twisting sensations drive me to the point of madness. And just as my balls begin to tighten, he pulls away again.
I am going to fucking murder this man.
8
Thane
“Don’t think I won’t kill you,” Ronan growls, searing me with a lethal gaze.
I take his mouth in a kiss that turns into a luscious, mind-melting affair, as though we haven’t been burning each other down with kisses this entire time. Our bodies mold together, writhing against each other, every secret uncovered where our skin touches.
“I want inside of you.” The words sound hard, desperate in my own ears.
He shifts under my considerable weight, spreading his legs for me shamelessly.
“Hold your legs up,” I demand as I sit back. Just as quickly, Ronan wraps his arms behind his knees and pulls back, exposed and wanting.
