“No.” The sound is petulant on my lips, begging.
He pulls back, pausing the movement of his hand, pinning me with those dark and piercing eyes of his. “Do you think you can be good?”
Slamming my lips shut, I nod my head vigorously.
“Not a sound?”
I shake my head.
His hand recommences, slow and tortuous. “Because I’ve heard the noises you make, August.”
His kisses move from my lips, along my cheek to my neck, where his hot breath curls around my ear. “And I love them.”
Completely beyond my control, a small whimper ekes out of me. He squeezes my dick in response, biting down on my neck simultaneously, and I slap a hand over my mouth to control it.
He’s climbing on top of me, easing his legs between mine, kissing his way down the centre line of my chest, stroking my cock, watching me writhe with my finger jammed between my teeth. I know what’s coming. And I’ve never been able to keep from screaming with him.
Down and down, kisses and kisses, until his hands wrap around my underwear. He eases it off, then settles back between my legs, kissing his way up my thigh, his eyes taking in everyinch of me. He drops his head for one glancing lick of my cock, right from the base to the tip, but just when I think he’s about to sink it in his mouth, he leans forward, arms straddling me. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”
He takes a kiss, the taste of salty precum on his lips. “Only when I’m with you.”
His teeth fall on my nipple, and my hips buck forward when he bites, sucks. My teeth sink sharp into my finger to avoid the groan that wants to rip out of me.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers, his hand moving to my other nipple. He pinches while he bites again, and I’m already falling apart. My breaths suck in and out, harsh.
“Shhh, Slayer,” he hisses. “I’m just getting started with you.”
I feel it bubbling up, that familiar refrain.Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.
The sky’s darkening, scarlet skin on scarlet skin. If it’s not sunset, I don’t want to know any better.
He’s kissing my thighs, his hands sliding beneath me, digging into the muscles of my ass, kissing all around my cock while it throbs desperately for him. He pulls me up, rests my ass on his thighs, then runs hands up the deep cuts of my hard-earned V-line, scrunching fingers into my hips. “Stretch out long for me, Slayer. Grab that beam.”
It’s a heady feeling, someone wanting to see all of me. Someone getting off just by looking at me. He makes me feel beautiful. I want to show him. I want to show off for him. So I stretch out long, fingers seeking the beam I didn’t even know was there, and I flex my muscles when I grip it.
“Fucking hell,” he purrs. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“I believe it,” I whisper back. “Because you’re me.”
A sweet, satisfied smile lights his face, then in one swift movement, he wrenches my ass up, leans down, and sinks his tongue into my hole.
Fucking hell.
Fuck. Fuck.I was not prepared for that.Fuck.
I can’t keep silent. I can’t. I curl my toes, squeeze my eyes tight, and bury my face in my arm.
He licks a trail up, then over my balls to the base of my dick. Then he’s back down again, enjoying my hole like it belongs to him.
I can’t get enough air, have to hold this beam so hard to try to calm the waves of pleasure, to keep silent.
A gasp escapes. An audible gasp.
I press my fingers into the pole, trying to keep control, praying he won’t stop. Up and over my balls again, the base of my dick, playing with me, enjoying the way my body seizes in expectation every time, then shatters when he tongue fucks me all over again.
He’s driving me wild—the tastes of intensity, the building urge for him to touch my dick, the tension and desperation caught up inside me like a tornado in a matchbox, ready to tear me all apart, inside and out.
He keeps going, like he can’t get enough of me, like he’s crossed a thousand universes with the sole purpose of arriving here today to eat my ass. Like this is all any of it has ever been leading to. He uses me until I’m ragged, until I can’t stop the words. “Please, August. Please.”
