I led Chris to a stone bench and sat him on it. My mate's cheeks were flushed pink, and his lip was beautifully swollen from kissing, which only made me want to kiss him more.
I knelt down on the ground, then grasped Chris's belt. He let out a little surprised sound.
"You’re doingthat? Here?" he asked, giddy and laughing.
I smirked. "Why not? No one's around to see us."
"It seems so illicit,” he murmured. “I like it."
With Chris's belt out of the way, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. His soft curves spilled out. When he tried to place a hand there to cover himself up, I gently pushed it away.
"You're gorgeous, Chris," I told him. "Don't cover yourself. I want to worshipallof you."
Chris flashed me a shy, flustered smile. "Fine, if you say so."
I kissed Chris's tummy all over before finally turning my attention to the growing bulge in his pants. When I stroked it, he squirmed in his seat.
"That feels nice," he murmured.
"It's about to feel a whole lot nicer," I promised.
I lowered the waistband of his underwear until his cock poked out, hard and ready. A cool breeze danced over the rooftop garden, making Chris shudder. His sensitive flesh twitched in my hand.
"Let me warm that up for you," I said before wrapping my lips around him.
Chris hissed through his teeth and arched his back. "Oh, fuck..."
His fingers laced through my hair, tightening every once in a while as I teased his dick. My mate tasted delicious and I was going to savor every part of him.
"Roshan..."
It sounded like the beginning of a shy question. I didn't want to remove my mouth so I hummed in reply. "Hm?"
"Can you, erm... use your teeth?"
Well,thatcertainly wasn't the request I was expecting. He must've seen the surprise on my face because he flushed crimson and quickly added, "Not tobiteme or anything."
I grinned. I knew what he meant. Whatever my fated mate wanted, I was happy to oblige.
He wants teeth, eh? In that case, I've got him covered...
Though I preferred the sharp rows of fangs my manticore form possessed, I was glad in this case for the flatness of my human form's teeth—except for my four canines, of course. I held the base of Chris's cock in my hand, then very gently grazed my teeth along his shaft.
Chris moaned with a visible shudder. Desperation and lust made him grip my hair harder.
"Why does that feel so good?" he mumbled.
Pleased with his reaction, I did it again. This time I delicately grazed my teeth on the underside of his cock. It twitched and throbbed. The sight of it so noticeably aroused made me rock hard. I ignored the boner struggling against my pants. First it was Chris's turn.
"Can you suck it now?" Chris asked quietly.
Damn, my mate was sexy when he told me what he wanted. I purred in response and wrapped my lips around him again. The rumbling vibration made Chris bite his lip and let out a thin whine. He bucked his hips, silently demanding more.
I sucked him off until Chris neared his limit. His body tensed, his breathing quickened and his fingers clung in my hair. I didn't stop. My tongue caressed Chris's cock as I hollowed out my cheeks.
Chris let go with a cry. He flooded my mouth, spilling his seed down my throat and around the corners of my mouth. I swallowed as much of it as I could, not wanting to waste a drop of my mate's offering.
"Mm..." I sat up, licking the edges of my lips. "Almost as good as vanilla frosting."
