“Take your pants off and get on the bed,” I demanded.
He grinned.
“Yes, sir,” he replied, shucking his pants and underwear in one move and tumbling down on the pallet.
I paused a moment to enjoy the view as he pulled his boots off. His ass was firm and round, the muscles flexing as he moved, and altogether too mouthwatering.
I slid my own pants off as he sat on the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him.
I shoved my hair behind my ear as I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. He tasted like sun and heat and salt, a taste I was quickly beginning to associate with Hel.
My fingers played over his balls, the wrinkled skin pulsing as I stroked him.
I slid his cock to the back of my mouth, swallowing around its length.
“Kat…” he moaned, his hands fisting in my hair. He didn’t push, didn’t force, just held me as I bobbed up and down on his cock.
My fingers played through the saliva collecting at his base, drifting lower and lower until they circled his puckered opening.
His breath was coming in gasps.
“Kat- No, I’m going to—” His voice cut off with a groan as I slipped one finger inside his hot, tight entrance.
“God! Fuck—” he moaned, and that was all the warning I got before he was shooting down my throat. Load after loadof salty cum flooded my mouth, some of which escaped me to slicken my lips further.
I stroked inside of him until I found that soft, spongy spot inside, making his body almost levitate from the bed, another load of cum filling my mouth.
I slowly eased my finger from his heat, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, smiling wickedly at him.
He lay in front of me, panting heavily, his body covered with a sheen of sweat that made him glow in the dim light.
I moved up his body and took his mouth with my own, sharing the taste of him as we kissed.
He slid his hand down my body, and I saw the predatory gleam return to his eyes as he tightened his fingers around my cock.
“My turn,” he growled.
Chapter 19
Helios
Ilooked at the fierce little Mageia in the bed next to me and grinned wolfishly. My legs were still shaking in the aftershocks of my orgasm. Time to give as good as I got.
“I think I’m in trouble,” he whispered, grinning at me, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Yep. Maybe I need to spank you,” I said.
He froze for a moment, and I stopped, realizing what I said.
“Shit, Kat, I’m sor-” I began, but he stopped my apology with a bone melting kiss.
We didn’t speak for a long while as I began kissing my way down his body. He was so compact. His muscles were all sharply defined, not an ounce of spare fat on him anywhere. When he stretched his arms overhead, I could count every rib. I licked each defined line of him, my fingers tracing over the various scars I found on his skin.
Like me, life had not left him unmarked. If anything, his scars far outweighed my own.
“Someday, I want to know the story behind each one of these,” I said, his eyes darkening as I paused above his groin. “But not tonight.”
“Shit!” he cried as I took him in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks to suck him as I moved up and down his cock.
