He waits for me to lie down before crawling between my legs and sitting there, his head bowed, his eyes on my cock.
“You can suck for as long as you want.”
His hands twist in front of him. “And touch?”
“If you’d like.”
“I would. I’d like it very much.”
He moves into position, resting his hands on my thighs, my skin crawling, disgust and pleasure warring with one another.
His tongue slides out and tongues the tip of my dick.Blyat. He’s good with his mouth. It makes me hiss, an intake of breath that is almost painful. His mouth feels too good. Too good to ignore.
It shouldn’t be this way. He’s not at all my type—someone so unhinged and messy—but here we are.
“No coming,” I grunt. “Not tonight.”
He moans and takes me further into his mouth, my cock sliding easily down his throat as he swallows around me. I can hear the gurgle, the wet slip of his saliva pooling around his lips. I’ve made him wait for this, for a chance to suck me off, but it’s because I’m so close to snapping, to giving in.
I could devour him, hurt him.
But he likes pain. He craves it.
My skin tingles, my muscles pulled tight as he drags his mouth off me and kisses the tip of my cock sweetly. Too sweet for someone like him. And yet, he is the sweetest. Unapologetically.
“You taste good. Like a cum popsicle.”
My fingers move to his head, curling against his scalp and pulling on his hair roughly.
“No more talking, Bane of my existence.”
He simply groans as I pull him back onto me, tunneling down his throat, over and over. I’m trying to hurt him, to make him run, but he only clings on tighter, gagging around my length, gurgling.
Like he’s fighting for his life.
The way this man has made me obsessed with him.
Who would have known?
His free hand slides up my hip and rests just over my heart, the one pounding loudly in my ears, as I continue to fuck his mouth and throat. Roughly. Without pause. And the small pressure of his hands on me makes my balls ache. They harden, drawing up, pleasure zipping down my spine.
“Bane. Umnyashka—” I groan as I spill into him.
He swallows it all, spit sliding down my hard length, wetting the sheets beneath us. His moans vibrate through me. He’s choking from the force of it, from how long I’ve waited for this. I lean up and see him, messy and blissful, my cum lingering on his cheeks. He doesn’t wipe it up, either, nor does he remove my dick from his mouth. Instead, his hand curls against my chest, and he lays his head on my hip.
Warming me.
My hands loosen in his hair, and he sighs, his lips sucking softly on my half-hard dick.
I don’t make him move. I should, but I can’t make myself. I am growing obsessed with him. With his attention, with his eyeson me. I’m jealous and possessive. I want him all to myself. And yet, I have no right. I’m not whole.
But then again, neither is he.
So I don’t move him. I just let him lie there, my legs draped around him, a hand stroking his head, his fingers curled against my heart.
Perhaps since I know things about him, he should get to know a part of me. He’s asked, but I’ve not yet divulged. It seems now I should.
“I was the best in my field. One of the top cardiovascular surgeons in the state of Maryland. I had the lowest mortality rate, and there was rarely anyone I couldn’t help. I was sought after. People came from states away to be operated on by me. But with that prestige came fame. And eventually, the wrong people came to me, asking for help. At first, I refused to work on her. She wasn’t a good candidate, her heart far too damaged, but they blackmailed me. Forced me. I operated on her and she died. I knew it would happen, and I did it anyway.”
