In heaven, I close my mouth around him.
And I’m not careful. Don’t ease him into it. I go hard on him, swallowing him deep, knowing if I look at him, he’ll have his head tipped back, eyes screwed shut as he acclimates to a rhythm he’s never felt before. A cadence that matches my own ragged breathing as I realise I’m breaking myself open to take him apart, and I’m too riled-up to know why.
A snatched inhale has me groaning around his cock as if I’m the one being undone. Emotion caught in my throat expands into sound and I’m powerless against it as Sab shudders beneath me, a tremor in his body that feels almost like panic.Christ. I know I shouldn’t hide from it. That I feel the same seismic shift in my own flesh and bone. The same disarming realisation that this isn’t just want between us.
But fool that I am, I push it aside, shoving it into a corner of my mind that only gets my attention when my life goes to shit.Later, my stupid brain tells me, as if I have a clue what to do with the answering lance in my heart.
I ease Sab out of my throat, letting my tongue go to town on the slick flesh in my wake, tracing patterns that make him shiver and jerk, tilting him a little, aiminglower, hitting my mark with enough precision that Sab’s whole body jumps.
“Fuck…qu’est-ce que tu me fais?”
“Is that French for no?”
“Non.No. I mean. Fuck. Do that again…please?”
Thepleaseruins me, another fraction of awareness creeping into the undefined ache in my chest.
I reach for the lube, letting him see what I’m doing as I tongue him again. Then I pull back a little, meeting his gaze dead-on, reminding myself how it felt the first time someone had me caught in a moment this vulnerable. “Tell me to stop and we stop.”
He’s so hard still. Keeping our gazes locked, I bend my head and lick the length of him.
Sab murmurs more French, but none of it sounds likeI don’t want this.
I go slow all the same, claiming his mouth for a hot, messy kiss, before I slide down his body again.
His cock reels me in.
I work him up while I pop the cap on the lube bottle and slip my hand between his thighs, derailing the simmering tension in the leg he’s returned to its natural place, curved around my shoulder.
The taste of him is hot on my tongue. I don’t want to release him from my mouth. But my conscience makes me, though I do it slow enough to distract him from what my hand is doing. A distraction that only lasts so long as I press with more purpose and ease two fingers inside him, holding still for the moment he takes to fill his lungs. For the momentIneed,before I do God’s work and twist my wrist, skating my fingers over the spot that has him arching from the bed, his hands flying to my hair.
I take the gravelled moan as consent and do it again, unlocking him until every sound he makes is hoarse and unfiltered, and being this far down the bed…I fecking miss him.
Need his mouth on mine.
I recalibrate, so we’re face-to-face, his leg falling to my hip, his cock against my stomach as I slide my fingers inside him again, claiming his lips as he reacts to my touch, stealing his low moan for myself.
“You’re so hot like this.”
Sab drops his head to my shoulder, hiding his face. I fuck him a little harder and he pushes back, meeting me in the middle, nerves fading as pleasure builds.
“You are,” I whisper. “Whoever hurt you was fuckingwrong.”
I don’t know where that comes from. Why I think I know something he’s never told me. But as his startled eyes lift to mine, I know it’s true.
And Christ, he’s tight.
I ease a third finger into him, slow…relentless, and I feel before he does that it burns. Feel his jaw clench a second before it happens.
“Take it.” I nuzzle his velvet jaw, as if he’s mine to hold this close. “Breathe. I’m gonna make it good, I swear.”
He wants to hide again. From me or from himself, I’m not sure. But the thing about Sab is that he has no idea how brave he is. He takes that breath, shaky at first, then stronger, as we find a new rhythm and he grinds his dick against my belly until I’m spinning with sensation as much as he is.
I crook my fingers.
Sab lets loose a tortured moan and I watch him break. Watch his back arch, his whole body jerking, his face split apart in shock as I fuck him through it, no mercy as he comes with a guttural sound that fecking destroys me.
His release stripes my stomach, hot pulses of wet warmth, his cock throbbing against me long after I’ve milked him dry.
