My tongue touches the silken skin of his cock. The taste of him floods my mouth. Salty, musky, divine. Oh my god. A moan of delight escapes me and suddenly I’m running my tongue all over him. Up and down, around and around. I’m desperate to taste every inch of him. I need to lap it all up. The texture of his cock is wonderful too. Silk and satin, hot and firm. Ridged by a scattering of veins that create valleys to explore.
I’m having the time of my life. I could do this forever. This is my new happy place.
Tristan’s hand rests lightly on my head. His fingers brush through my hair, running over my scalp. My eyes roll back. Oh fuck. That feels amazing.
I reach the very tip of him. A burst of salty goodness dances over my tongue. Oh hells, that must be his pre-cum. I greedily trace the trail of it to its source. Tristan groans as my eager tongue pokes into his slit.
More delicious goodness seeps into my mouth as I start to lap directly from the source. Oh fuck me, this is so good. My own cock is so hard it hurts, but I haven’t got any time to pay it any attention. All my focus is on worshipping Tristan’s cock.
I have no idea why my mouth is feeling so unbearably empty when it has never been stuffed full of cock before, but there you go. Apparently, I’m going to die if I don’t get Tristan’s dick past my tonsils this very instant.
Sucking in a breath is probably a very good idea, because I’m pretty sure it is going to be my last chance to get some oxygen for a while. So I inhale sharply. Now my lungs are full, I position my lips over the very tip of him.
Tristan mutters something in Fey that I don’t quite catch. He is definitely happy, so it is all good.
Tentatively, I move my head down, taking more of him. He slides over my tongue. Hot, heavy and firm. I ease a little further down. Holy smokes, my lips are already stretched. Why does that feel so good?
I look up at him, and moan. His face is flushed. His eyes are dark and wide. I can nearly see my reflection in them. Not that I need to, I can picture how I look. On my knees, one third of his hard cock stuffed into my mouth, jaw already stretching obscenely.
He makes a deep rumbling noise and his fingers tighten in my hair. Oh fuck. He is taking control. I’m going to cum. In my pants. Without being touched.
He pulls me a little more onto him and his cock brushes the back of my throat. I gag a little and my eyes water.
“Breathe out through your nose,” he instructs. “All of your air. Don’t take another breath.”
I do as I am told. I release all the oxygen my lungs were holding. As soon as I’m done, my lungs want to inhale. It is a struggle to fight the compulsion.
“Swallow,” he urges.
I go to obey, and at the very same moment, he yanks my head down. All the way down. His cock goes way past my tonsils. It goes all the way down my throat. It is filling it. Utterly. I know if I tried to breathe, even through my nose, I would not be able to. My airways are blocked with cock. I can’t even make choking noises. I’m too full.
My eyes are watering. I think I’m leaking snot too. It is not at all glamorous, but it is incredible.
He pulls a little way out, not enough so I can breathe, just enough so we can both feel it when he slides in deep again.
I try to moan, but the sound sticks in my lungs. It reverberates through me. Tristan grunts. He slides gently again. Very shallow thrusts. I’m getting dizzy, but I couldn’t care less. My lungs are complaining. My extremities are tingling. Oh fuck, this feels awesome.
Another shallow thrust and suddenly I’m cumming. Jerking and spasming and convulsing. Fuck. I’m seeing stars. I think I’m screaming silently around his cock. His cock that is throbbing rhythmically. Oh my god, he iscuming too, pumping his cum directly into my stomach. This is the hottest thing ever.
The waves of ecstasy slowly recede. I’m trembling with aftershocks and I can’t move a muscle. My mind is floating on a euphoric high.
His hand gently cups my jaw, and he carefully pulls out of me. My lungs seize their opportunity and suck in a breath. My jaw twinges and I wince as it falls back to a more normal configuration.
Tristan bends down, scoops me up and arranges me sideways on his lap. I rest my head against his pec, my favourite pillow.
“Are you okay?” asks Tristan.
I nod enthusiastically. I’m too breathless to speak. I’m covered in tears, snot and drool. My throat and jaw ache and my silk robes are drenched in my own cum.
All in all, I’ve never been better.
Chapter thirty-six
Why am I so flipping nervous? It is just a door. Knocking on it is not some monumental challenge.
Grimacing, I force my hand to move and to rap out a confident sounding knock. Rhydian is very unlikely to be in his rooms, being king can’t give you much free time. So it is just going to be Jamie who is home, and he isn’t scary.
Suddenly, the door yanks open. Just wide enough for a short, ferocious person with an abundance of bright pink hair to fill the gap and glare at me.
