How cute. Really fucking cute.
I can’t help but chuckle at that. There’s nothing I love more than the high I get from turning other people on. It’s addicting. My cock leaks in anticipation of what’s coming. I know I’m gonna get fucked real good just by the look in Jacob’s eyes.
“Is that a good or a bad thing?” I ask before I continue to tease the tip of his dick with my tongue piercing.
Jacob doesn’t answer my question, though. He stares at me like he would stare at prey. His pupils narrow down on my face as he leans forward, pushing me onto my back with the tips of his fingers. He kneels at the end of the bed and pulls my briefs down, releasing my hard dick from its prison. I hold myself up on my elbows to watch him.
Our gazes meet—wild, glowing, and burning with desire. He might just be the second most attractive man I’ve ever seen, with his long almost-black hair cascading over his shoulders. Killien is the first, of course.
Jacob lifts my legs up, exposing every inch of myself to him. With a hand behind my knee, he holds me in place while his tongue presses softly against my hole, flicking up and down. Thehot and wet sensation has me arching my back. A high-pitched moan escapes my throat before I bite my lower lip, trying to hold back.
The way he handles me is tender and sweet. I can’t remember the last time I was treated so delicately, and it ignites something within me. A fire, yes, but with a dark and twisted undertone. It’s the desire for a certain kind of passion I’m not often subjected to. One that I can’t have.
I shake my head and shove that thought to the depths of my mind.
Stop it. Now is not the time.
A finger presses against my entrance and circles it, while Jacob’s tongue runs all the way up my balls. I let myself fall on the mattress and lock my arms to the back of my knees, holding the position for him. Jacob wraps his other hand around my length and jerks it slowly. The warmth of his skin combined with the delicacy of his touch has my heart racing.
“That feels so fucking good . . .” I hiss, a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of his glowing eyes and the way he touches me.
I groan when his finger finally slips inside me, forcing my body to relax for him. There’s something in his expression that I struggle to read, like he’s almost scared, or maybe insecure. Which doesn’t make sense. It fades away fast though, and I can’t bring myself to ask what it was.
“You taste amazing.” Jacobs huffs out a laugh before sliding his tongue through the tip of my cock. I shiver and moan in response, not expecting him to do that. “So addicting and sweet.”
I pull my knees closer to my chest, melting as he takes my cock into his mouth. He’s so damn warm that I’m leaking onto his velvety tongue. My dick pulses as he drives his finger in and out of me at the same time, aiming for my sweet spot like he knows my body perfectly well. His slow movements give me timeto adjust while he seeks only to please me; and he does. It feels incredible. Which is not at all what I’m used to.
This kind of tender treatment brings the uneasy cravings back. The soft and slow pleasure burns so intensely that it clouds my mind. I keep moaning and panting while Jacob makes me more and more vulnerable, letting go in a way I never do.
The line between reality and fantasy begins to blur, and I can almost see Killien’s lips wrapped around my dick instead of Jacob’s. My heartbeat thunders in my ears while my imagination runs wild. It feels like my heart is being squished painfully at the vision of what I truly want. And also, what I can’t have.
The small, logical voice in my head begs me to make Jacob stop, but it feels too good. I almost want to surrender to my fantasy, though I know I shouldn’t. It’s a dangerous path to take; I’ve learnt it the hard way. My emotions can’t be toyed with like this, they’re never part of sex.
A tiny speck of guilt washes through me while Jacob pushes a second digit into me, and all I can think of is Killien. He’s so good at sucking my cock and fucking me with his fingers in slow movements that send intense waves of pleasure up my spine. I arch my back and hiss while I try to force my mind to focus. I never feel guilty, so why start now?
“You’re not going to come yet, are you, honey?” Jacob purrs, distorting the image in my head back to reality.
“If you don’t stop, I might . . .” I chuckle as I let go of the back of my knees and my legs flop down, trapping him between them.
His fingers continue working on stretching me, brushing against my prostate over and over again. Jacob smiles when he notices my cheeks going red as heat gathers in my face. Only then, he pulls his fingers out and crawls on top of me, leaving soft kisses on his way. His mouth lingers on my nipples to lick and nibble on them for a bit, pulling on the piercings slightly.
It feels unreal, all of it.
My fingertips trace the lines of the muscles in his stomach as they reach down to wrap around his cock. Our lips meet, his tongue making its way into my mouth. The sweet taste of both of us mixes and becomes one in our kiss. It’s hot, wet, and more passionate than anything else I’ve ever experienced.
Why does this feel so different? It’s nothing like the sex I’ve had before . . . And I’ve had a lot.
I moan the thought away as I jerk him faster. I need to stop thinking, my brain must be shut down. The damn guilt creeps up again, telling me that I shouldn’t imagine someone else doing this to me. But he’s too sweet. I can’t help it. There’s only one person I want this kind of slow, sweet sex with, and it’s not Jacob. It’s Killien.
There’s a tear sliding down the side of my face. This is unacceptable. Ridiculous. I’m not giving in to this feeling. I’m not letting it control me. I need to stop thinking, and that only happens when I’m treated like the slut I am.
I wipe the tear away and wrap my arms around Jacob’s back to dig my nails into his skin as hard as I can. Burning hot blood stains my fingers, making Jacob groan loudly into my mouth and jerk his hips down against mine.
His scent reaches my nose and ignites yet another kind of fire in me: thirst. I bring my stained fingers close to my face, breaking the kiss to suck on them. Jacob gives me an unhinged look as he struggles to catch his breath. The blood burns beautifully on my tongue, sending a few subtle waves of pleasure through me. It tastes so good that I moan and close my eyes involuntarily. I want him to fuck me senseless, to wipe away every single thought from my mind.
I pull him down for another kiss, but this time I extend my fangs to bite my own tongue. The sweet undertone of my blood explodes in my mouth and dances between us. Jacob shudders on top of me, an animalistic groan climbing up his throat as hedesperately licks as much of it as he can. One of his hands holds my chin roughly to keep me in place; possessive and controlling, leaving me almost breathless. His chest heaves against mine while his velvety tongue ravages my mouth. We taste like rich, salty blood sprinkled with honey and maple syrup mixed together. An almost sickly sweet combination.
Jacob parts our kiss to extend his fangs right in front of my face. “You’re playing with fire . . .” he growls, his voice so deep it sounds completely unnatural.
