He sighed, and his fingertips crept up my spine before curling into my hair and gently—but forcefully—pushed my head back down to the pillow. “I know I’ve said some ignorant shit, but I promise you I do know how that works. You need to relax. That includes the muscles in your face. Eyes closed, Sparky.”
Once again, I wondered why he was calling me that of all things, but I couldn’t bring myself to not ask. Not when he was spreading my ass cheeks wide and grazing his thumb over my hole. My entire body twitched, on edge, no idea what was going to come next. Was he going to spit on me and finger me until I passed out?
Not that the idea wasn’t absurdly sexy, but it didn’t sound particularly…relaxing.
And then he dipped his head closer. I could feel his breath over the small of my back, and then his fingers began to knead into my ass cheeks. It was strange at first, then stranger. Thensuddenly relaxing. My muscles put up a good fight before going lax, and I swore even my pecs sagged against the bed.
“Good boy,” he murmured.
Fuuuuuck.
He spread my cheeks wider, then took a deep breath. I tensed again, and an almost animalistic cry rushed from my lungs when his tongue laved over my hole.
“Oh fuck, ohgod,” I whimpered into the pillow. I turned my face into it completely, barely able to breathe as he licked me again. Then again.
His fingers drifted between my legs, grazing over my balls, then pushing hard on the spot between them that sent fizzing pleasure rushing beneath my skin. I was hot all over, and needy, and desperate. I wanted something I couldn’t put a name to. There were no words. It was all feeling.
I grunted and groaned, my hips restless against the blanket, my cock hard and leaking. I began to hump downward, and he hummed his appreciation as he licked me harder…
…and then deeper.
His tongue speared me, pushing past the first ring of muscle, and his face was buried between the crack of my ass while his hand sought out my dick. I lifted my hips just enough to give him access, and just enough to give me some leverage to fuck backward.
Alexio hummed again, the sound full of approval—a sort of wordlessgood boythat made me even hotter. I was sweating now, the sensations too fucking much and not nearly enough, but he wasn’t done with me.
When I was soaking wet inside and out, he pressed a finger against me. “Okay?”
“A-are you asking me…?”
“Yes, Sparky. I am asking you. I need you to tell me this is okay.”
“It’s okay. Fuck, it’s so, so okay. Please, please…”
“Mm. You do beg beautifully,” he murmured, and before I could tell him to fuck off or shut up, he put his mouth back to work.
If I could have seen stars, I would have. In that moment, I swore I understood them—sparks in an endless sea of nothing. The vast universe had spread open in front of me and was pulsing to the beat of him stroking my dick and tongue-fucking my ass, and Jesus, I was going to fucking die.
“I…I can’t…I need…”
“I know,” he murmured, pulling just far enough back to speak. “I know. Let go, Sparky. My Jonah. Let go.”
HisJonah?
I might have fixated on that, but I couldn’t seem to hold a single thought. He was massaging my prostate behind my balls and stroking my cock and licking my ass, and oh god, it was over for me.
I came so hard every muscle in my body clenched. Even my tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth so hard it started to give me a headache. I curled into a half ball while he worked me through it, my cock fitting perfectly into the circle of his fist as he squeezed and tugged and stroked me empty.
My balls ached by the time I was done. I collapsed in a wet mess before attempting to roll over, and I lay boneless against Alexio the moment he took me into his arms.
Somehow, I managed to get one knee to shift toward the gap between his thighs, trying to feel if he was hard. “Should I,” I said, my words slurred. I was fucking drunk on pleasure. “Do you…”
“No. I’m okay.”
“But…”
“Jonah.”
I went immediately quiet.
His hands pushed into my hair, brushing it away from my face, stroking down my cheeks. I was pretty sure my eyes were closed, but if they weren’t, they’d have to stay that way because I had no strength left to move anything.
This man really had fulfilled his promise. He’d fed me, then fucked me practically unconscious, and I had never felt so amazing in my life.
Why, I wanted to ask. And how?
But sleep was claiming me now, harder than it ever had. The abyss was waiting, and dreams of him—of his spiced scent and warm, calloused hands, powerful arms, and the sweet, tender lips that still hadn’t given me the kiss I so desperately wanted.
