His hand is moving lazily on his cock, his eyes hot. I watch the movement and the way the veins stand out in his big hands. There’s the same intriguing flash of gold I glimpsed on the beach, and I cock my head.
“Are you pierced?” I ask huskily.
He nods and gives me a crooked smile. “I like my gold.” There’s a hint of sheepish amusement in his voice, but I can’t concentrate. The want rushing through me is too powerful.
I take two steps away from the broken pottery and drop to my knees. “I have to taste you,” I whisper. My mouth is watering, and I’m suddenly desperate for him. More desperate than I’ve ever been in my life. My breaths are coming in pants, and my hands twitch on my thighs. “Feed it to me,” I whisper.
His eyes are impossibly hot, the gold almost glowing.
He lowers his cock and slides it over my lips. The mushroom head is thick and glossy with seed, and I swipe my tongue over it. I don’t know who moans—me or him—but it’s low and desperate. The taste of him hits me like a bottle rocket, and I see stars. He’s sweet and salty, and I need more.Somuch more. I take his length in my hand—he’s so thick I can barely wrap my palm around him—and then I lower and suck on the head. ThePrince Albert piercing is warm against my tongue, and I flirt around it, tasting salt and metal.
“Cary,” he groans, sounding like he’s been punched.
I moan, barely aware of anything apart from the feel of him—silky smooth over hardness, and that taste. God, thattaste. I suck, feeling the precome in my mouth. There’s so much of it, and I swallow quickly and keep drawing on it, wanting more. His hands come down, and he cups my head. Other men might have forced their way deeper, but his touch is almost reverent.
“To see you like this,” he mutters and then cries out as I take more of him into my mouth.
He’s too big for me to take him fully, but I wrap my hand around his base, squeezing and jerking him off as I suck and swallow frantically. I’ve never been with anyone with so much precome, and I’d never have said I had much of a taste for it. But I love it now. He’s addictive.
I suck harder on the juicy crown and look up at him. I pull off and say huskily, “You can hold my head. I don’t mind.”
He groans long and deep as I take him back in my mouth. I relax my throat and drop down lower, feeling the head hit the back of my throat, waiting for my gag reflex to kick in. To my astonishment, it doesn’t, and he’s able to slide down farther. My eyes widen and water, and his fingers move tenderly, brushing the tears away. His face is transported and drawn tight with lust.
“Cary,” he says brokenly.
I swallow, watching as he throws his head back and shouts out. The noise echoes around the kitchen, so I do it again.
My own cock is throbbing, and I fist it while sucking. The pleasure is white-hot in my belly, and I begin to pump myself. His expression is transported, and when he makes a thick sound, our eyes meet and hold. He lowers his fingers and traces around my mouth, tracking the stretched skin. He tugs my lip and moves across the wetness there, touching his cock. His eyes slideshut for a moment, and when he opens them, his face is hard and wanting.
“You’re taking me so well,” he says hoarsely.
I’m starting to fight for breath, and my eyes widen as he moves his hips, pulling away briefly before tunnelling back into my mouth. It’s controlled, yet still gently forceful, but I’m not afraid. He could hurt me, but he won’t. I know it with an odd certainty.
As if sensing my thoughts, he pushes harder, and I realise with a shock that his cock is almost all the way in with only an inch left.
“Good. So good,” he says brokenly. His eyes are wide. “No one takes me like this. Take it all,elskling.”
The word rings a bell, but my cloudy brain can’t grasp it. Instead, I open my mouth, relax my throat, and he slides all the way in until my nose hits his groin. I can feel the crinkly hair of his pubes tickle my mouth and smell a rich, dark scent that’s him at his purest. He’s still watching me in fascination.
My eyes are watering, but I feel no panic. I’m not even fighting for breath anymore. How is that possible?
His face looks as shocked as mine. Then his eyes slide shut, and he groans as if he’s been shot and arches towards me. My hand leaves my cock, and I clutch his hips. It makes me feel even more connected to him—as if the desire is a loop between us. I must be leaving bruises on his skin, but he shows no pain, and I clutch tighter, breathing through my nose and feeling his precome slide silkily down my throat.
He's panting and groaning loudly, sweat dripping down his body, and pride fills me. I did this to him. I’m stirring deep feelings in this beautiful man who lives in this stunning place. I’m making him shake and moan—entirely at my mercy. My cock throbs, and I shove into the air, feeling the coolness on my exposed skin. I think I could come from this alone.
I swallow again but then freeze as there’s a sudden pressure at my lips, stretching them even wider.What the hell is that?
Before I can explore further, he pulls out of my mouth. I suck in breath after breath, the sound wet and harsh while he stands over me, fisting his length.
“Come in my mouth,” I whisper. “I need it.”
His fist speeds up, and I spread my legs, jerking my cock as I open my mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut and cries out, and I feel the first gush on my tongue. I swallow hard and then again and again as more come is pumped into my mouth. He hovers over me, panting, and I look up into his eyes.
On me,I think.
His eyes widen as if he’s read my mind. He pumps his cock, and the last spurt hits my face, landing on my lips. I trail my fingers through it and suck them dry, groaning at the taste, and then gasp as he shoves me onto my back and comes down on top of me. His weight feels so good, soright.
“Sigurd?” I whisper as he licks my face, lapping up the stray drops.
