He then sets back to his task like I’m his favourite pudding and he doesn’t have a spoon. I gasp, glaring down at him while he grins back without even a moment’s pause. Fuck, it feels good.
It’s like my libido has been lying dormant, and now it’s been kick-started, and I’m ravenous for sensation. Heat licks through me, and I close my eyes, legs already shaking as I peer up at Aster.
His eyes are already locked on me, looking wild and disheveled.
“Come here, please.”
He complies immediately, leaning forward and kissing me. His chest is heaving as he pulls back, looking at me with an expression packed with so much unfiltered heat, I could combust.
Pressing kisses along the line of his jaw and down his neck, I continue down his body, trailing my teeth and tongue and earning myself a sharp gasp that has me grinning into his skin.
“Is this okay?” I murmur, grinning as he nods vigorously.
All right, I’m starting to understand Torin’s joy at teasing me. Watching Aster get so close to falling apart already sends a sick little thrill through me.
His hands sweep along my back and over my heaving breasts. He circles my nipples right as Torin sucks on my clit, and I almost come apart. As I let out a strangled moan, Torin chuckles against my flesh.
“Do that again.”
Aster follows his instructions right as Torin pushes a thick finger inside me, somehow finding the exact right spot right as Aster plucks at my nipple again. I let out a louder moan, and Torin lets out a low growl.
“Are you trying to wake up the rest of the ship? Want them to know exactly what’s happening in here?”
“I don’t care,” I pant as another wave of dizzying heat pulls me under.
Torin seems to take that as a challenge, muttering darkly against my clit and sending his muttered words vibrating through my flesh.
While he’s doing his best to leave me in sodden pieces, I keep working my way across Aster’s chest, kissing my way down before pressing a kiss to the coin-shaped mark on his forearm. He jerks his hips with another silent gasp, his cock hardening even more.
“Well, that’s an interesting finding,” I say, my grin widening.
I trail my hand over the planes of his body, learning the feel of his skin against mine. When I peer up at his face, Aster blinks rapidly, his mouth moving although no sound comes out.
Interlinking our fingers together, I wait for him to tell me to stop. But instead, he gives me a shaky nod and I keep going, working my way down his body.
“I was just going to touch you,” I tell him. “But I think I want a taste of you as well.”
His eyes widen as his hands go to my face, cupping my cheeks and tracing my jawline with slow, deferential movements as I shuffle further down the bed. Torin grumbles, like a grouchy bear irritated by the interruption in his meal.
Something tells me I’m going to enjoy this. I love his every little reaction. All of the sharp inhalations and jerky movements that tell me he’s barely clinging to the edge of control. It might not have been so long for me as it has for Aster, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt so excited to suck someone off.
Aster’s cock is something to behold. It’s long and angry-looking, red at the tip, and as I take it in, it bobs as if acknowledging my attention. Grinning, I take Aster into my mouth and roll my tongue over the tip. He immediately starts gripping the sheets on either side of his body, pulling and twisting at them as his hips jerk up. I slowly take him deeper, circling my tongue and reveling in his reactions. His mouth opens and closes, and his hand goes to my hair before he pulls away, like he isn’t sure his touch would be welcome.
My hair might be a riotous mess at the best of times, but it won’t do for him to be worried about messing it up right now. I grab his hand and bury it in the tangled mass. Whether we’ll be able to extract it again remains to be seen, but right now I don’t care.
I’ve never been someone who has had more than a casual single night with a stranger. Which means plenty of fumbling and learning about each other in a limited few hours together. But from my experience, plenty of men have this thing about controlling a blowjob. They think that by sticking their hand behind your head, they’re then the one steering the ship.
But this doesn’t feel like that. It feels more like Aster needs the connection between us.
A tether.
Torin seems to take my distraction as an insult, redoubling his efforts to make me scream. He sucks my clit into his mouth, humming in pleasure and pushing a second finger inside me. The sounds he’s making are obscene, and the feeling inside me builds up and up before overflowing in a rolling stream of pleasure. I half-moan, half-scream as my throat opens instinctively, swallowing Aster impossibly deeper as I jerk, coming harder than I have in my life.
Aster’s other hand is a stiff claw scrabbling against the sheets, following my rhythm as he spells something out again and again.
It takes me a minute to work out that he’s writing, tracing words onto the sheets.
No. They’re not words. Letters.
