Both our breathing came ragged. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to draw this out, but he was widening his stance and turning his head to breathe against my cheek and kiss it, and he said, “Please don’t tease me.”
I stuck two of my fingers in my mouth and sucked to wet them. Kessian froze, staring at me with his blue eyes blown black. I didn’t know how to make it a show for him rather than a perfunctory action, but it didn’t seem to matter. Just seeing me suck on my own fingers did it for him.
After that frozen second, he took my wrist, pulled my hand to his mouth instead, then sucked the same two fingers in between his lips.
My hips jerked against him, a jolt of pleasure going straight to my cock as thoughthat’swhat he was sucking on.
He did make a show of it. Bobbing his head, swirling his tongue, getting my fingers as slick as possible. When he popped his lips free, they were shiny with spit, and I kissed them. Tonguing into his mouth. Letting him know how deranged he was making me while I slipped my hand down his pants.
He stopped moving so much when I ran my slick fingers over the firm bump of his dick. For a second he just froze, then he bent over the counter and shuddered, hips canting for more.
I rubbed him between both fingers, bowing over him to get more leverage, running my fingers lower, between the folds of his pussy. Deeper. Sliding past the first knuckle, and the second, until I could curl them.
He bucked. “Tal!”
I groaned against his neck. “You’resoaked.”
“Tal,pleasewill you just finger me.” He wiggled his hips, trying to get me tomove.
And I did. I pressed my fingers in and out. I rocked my hips like I would if my cock was inside him, and one of his hands flew back to try and pull me closer. It landed on my hip, scratching through fabric.
If he wanted me close, I’d give him no room to move. He fit perfectly between my hand knuckles-deep in his cunt and my hips pressed against his arse. His shirt hung off him by one button, and with my chin hooked over his shoulder, I could look down and see where my wrist disappeared into his pants. I couldn’t see my fingers inside him, but I could hear them.
Kessian whined, “Tal … Tal, I’m close.”
“Good. I’ve got you.”
I had my free arm around his chest, my palm against his clavicle. He took that hand and guided it to the back of his head.
“Pull my hair again.”
“Oh my God. Okay.”
I grabbed a good handful so as not to rip any, pulling so I could kiss his neck, revitalizing the mark I’d left a few days ago. He shuddered when I used my teeth, thighs clamping shut around my hand. The pulse of his orgasm overcame him.
I gave him a moment to come down, panting in his ear. Then I slipped my fingers free, untangled my other hand from his hair, grabbed two glasses from the cabinet above him, and leaned over him to pour water from the sink. I set the first on the counter where he’d collapsed forward onto his folded arms.
His voice sounded parched from panting. “Tal?”
“Mm?”
“Give me a second and I’ll get a drink straight from the tap.”
“If you prefer that to a glass.”
“That was a euphemism for blowing you.”
My knees didn’t buckle, but it was a close thing with all the blood in my body rushing to one place.
Kessian gulped down the water I’d provided, grabbed me by my belt, and started leading me down the hall to his bedroom, where he chucked a couple pillows on the floor and dropped to his knees upon them.
I tried not to fall to mine as he unbuckled me and opened my fly enough to place a damp, open-mouthed kiss against the head of my exposed dick where it peeked out of the hem of my briefs. I tried to breathe evenly, but every exhale came out ragged, because his eyes were midnight blue and he looked up at me like he really wanted this. Wanted me.
“I know you like to hold back,” he said, each word hot and wet where he mouthed my cock through my underwear. “But I don’t want you to. Don’t hold back.”
“I—Kessian!”
“Don’t hold back,” he said again.
