Nathan’s eyes rolled as they fell shut, blissful.
“Fuck, sunshine. You sure?” Storm couldn’t believe it. Nathan was still pretty new to this. Was it the drug?
Nathan nodded, tongue flicking against the underside of Storm’s cock. He whimpered, sucking hard.
“Okay.” Storm threaded his fingers into Nathan’s hair to hold him still and thrust into his mouth. His throat convulsed around Storm’s cock, but there was no hesitation on his face. In fact, he moaned, sucking when Storm pulled back, like he could stop Storm from going too far with suction alone. “Goddamn, Nate.”
Chapter17
Nathan
Nathan’s head buzzed.This was everything he never knew he needed. Everything he never even knew how toaskfor. Storm fucked into his mouth with slow, steady purpose. For once in his life, Nathan wasn’t the responsible one. He wasn’t making the decisions. It was nice to know he had a safe word, that he could pull the emergency brake and stop this train if he absolutely needed to, but he wouldn’t. He knew he wouldn’t. He wanted to give this to Storm. He wanted to shed every ounce of choice. Let Storm give him whatever he wanted. Let himtakewhatever he wanted. Storm would make sure he felt good in the end. Storm would protect him. He didn’t have to worry about a thing here. He could justbe.
He’d never felt so safe with anyone before.
His cock was rock hard between his legs, but he didn’t reach down to touch himself. Storm hadn’t told him to, and he didn’t want to end this too quickly by rushing things, anyway. Every nerve ending was alight with pleasure, his nipples tingling and his hole burning from the recent stretch of Storm’s tongue.
He wantedmore. His fingers curled around Storm’s thighs, pulling and tugging.
“More?” Storm asked gruffly.
Nathan nodded, suckling the head of Storm’s spit-slick cock. A noise of dismay left him when Storm abruptly pulled it out.
“Say it with words. I need to hear it.”
“More, I want more.” Nathan barely recognized his own gravelly voice. “I need it. Harder, deeper, please.”
Storm grabbed him by the chin, not hard but rough enough to get his attention. Storm’s red eyes stared intently into his own. “Tell me.”
“I want it,” Nathan whispered. “I want to give you everything. I want you to take everything. I want to feel only you, every bit of you, everywhere. Take me and make me yours.”
“Jesus.” It sounded strange coming from a demon, but Nathan supposed it was more of a curse than a prayer. “You pinch me if you need me to stop.”
“I will.” He wouldn’t.
Storm pushed him against the foot of the bed, his shoulders and neck against the edge. He barely took a breath of surprise before Storm’s cock was tunneling back inside his mouth, pushing all the way in. Nathan’s nose brushed the coarse hair around the base, his throat fighting against the intrusion. His head swirled, and then it was gone, pulling back and shoving back in, over and over. Nathan’s body got with the program, slurping and sucking as Storm used him just like he wanted. Nathan couldn’t go anywhere or do anything but take it. His eyes watered, and his fingers scrabbled at Storm’s thighs, never pinching but gripping for purchase. All the while, Storm’s fingers combed delicately through his hair, an endearing juxtaposition from the aggressive thrusting of his cock.
He wasn’t ready for it to end when Storm suddenly pulled out, kneeling down and picking Nathan up. He yelped in surprise, his stomach bottoming out as he landed on the bed with a bounce. Storm didn’t follow him down, though. With a fierce look on his face, Storm rounded the bed, pulling something out and tossing it down beside Nathan.
It was a tangled strip of black, and it took him a moment to realize he was looking at a rope. Heat bloomed under his skin, and he met Storm’s eyes.
“Okay?” Storm asked.
Nathan nodded, and Storm’s face collapsed with disapproval.
“Words,” Storm growled.
“Yes. Good.”
Storm nodded. “Good. Sit up. On your knees.”
Nathan obeyed, his cock so hard he shook with the desire to touch himself. Storm’s hands were strong and sure as they braided the rope around his upper body. He guided Nathan’s hands behind his back and tied them into place, and when all was said and done, Storm stopped in front of him, smiling.
“Look down,” Storm said.
Nathan did, peering at the rope that crossed his shoulders and chest in an intricate design that looked a little like…
“Is this a pentagram?”
