I rock my hips against his and grin as his erection digs into my belly. “No,” I lie. “I’ve never heard that before.”
Alistair grazes my mouth with his thumb, then cups my cock with his other hand. “Those eyes,” he murmurs. “Always laughing at me. And that smart mouth. I’ve been dying to put you on your knees and give you something better to do with it.”
I thrust into his hand as he squeezes my bulge.
“I’ve imagined it for so long, Ciprian.” He traces the hard line with his fingertips, stopping on the sensitive head and drawing a teasing circle on the tip. “Watching you. Dreaming about how good it would feel.”
My cock is throbbing. I need these fucking pants off, but I don’t want to lose my cool.
“You sound like a stalker.” I wink at him and slide down the wall. I’m going to rock his fucking world. If he thinks he was fixated on my mouth before, it’ll be nothing compared to how he’ll feel after I suck the bossiness right out of him.
Faster than a strike of lightning, Alistair’s hand leaves my mouth and circles my throat.
He squeezes, and I freeze—awkwardly locked in a half-squatagainst the wall. My Adam’s apple bobs frantically against his palm.
“Not today,” he hisses. “This is your fight to win, Casanell. If you won’t run screaming through the Fringes later, you’ll fuck my throat raw now. I can take it, and you deserve it.”
Another pulse of pure heat rolls through me.
My heart skips a beat.
Then Alistair uses his grip on my throat to guide me back to a standing position. My gaze drops to his forearm. There’s a thick vein throbbing there. I wet my lips. His pulse is as fast as mine, but I want it to be faster.
I nod and fumble for the clasp of his jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly. “Only if you show me how badly you want me.”
Alistair nods, releasing my throat to pull his shirt off. Before he can toss it over his shoulder after my hoodie, I take it from him and drop it on the floor at our feet.
The rock is rough, and so am I.
Satisfied he won’t hurt himself, I dip my chin.
Alistair’s eyes flash red, then he’s on his knees. My pants pool around my ankles, and his tongue traces the head of my cock. I rub the tip against his lips, a surge of excitement racing through me when his right fang grazes my sensitive skin.
He’s going to fuck me up, and I can’t wait.
When he rocks back on his heels and opens his mouth, I feed him my length one inch at a time, only stopping when his lips are stretched wide and I’m bumping against the back of his throat.
“Touch yourself,” I say, rolling my hips gently. He wraps his fingers around his cock and gives it a vicious tug. Then he gulps, and I feel it everywhere.
My eyelids flutter shut.
Alistair growls ferociously. My eyes shoot back open, responding instinctively to the warning sound as he lashes me with his tongue and hollows out his cheeks while he sucks.
“No closing my eyes?” I chuckle and gasp as he takes me deeper in response. “Got it. They’ll stay open. Don’t stop.”
I cup the back of his head, enjoying the silky feel of his hair against my fingers. His fang grazes me again, and I gasp, pre-cum leaking directly onto his tongue.
Ali wanted me to fuck his throat raw, but I’m not sure I can.
My dick—all jokes aside—is a lot to handle, and I’ve never been one to get off on hurting someone or making them uncomfortable.
That doesn’t mean I can’t give him something he’s never had before.
Swallowing my nerves, I use my grip on his hair to slow his movements. I want him to hear me clearly. Fuck, I want him to hear me in his dreams later. He’s already fucking obsessive, and I like it. I’ll give him a memory he’ll want to relive every single day for the rest of his life.
“Ali,” I gasp. “Do you remember in the birdcage? You told me something.”
His eyebrows pull together, dark slashes on his handsome face. He licks the head of my cock, but it’s slow and tentative. He’s thinking hard, and I’ve stumped him.
