I guide Killien’s hand to the back of my head while I repeat the motion he seems to enjoy so much until he’s panting and pulling my hair. Wrapping my pierced lips tightly around him, I pull back, his cock slipping out once more.
“Fuck my throat, Killi,” I say, my voice raw with need.
“A-are you sure?”
“Yes. I want you to.”
We stare at each other for a few seconds, almost like he’s hesitating. However, as soon as I take him into my mouth again, he starts guiding my head up and down, just like I asked.
“Dammit,” he groans. My eyes fill up with tears as I gag on his cock. “Fuck, that feels . . .”
I’d smile if I could, but all I can do right now is moan. I let Killien have his way with me, enjoying it too much. He’s so deep inside my throat I can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter. I love being choked. Especially by my ginger angel. I just stare at him, reveling in the sight. His beautiful body is coated in tiny, glistening drops of sweat, and his eyes are glowing at me like never before.
“Shit—your throat is so tight,” Killien whispers, his movements turning frantic.
He pulls on my hair as he moves my head at his will; fast and rough. It’s wet and messy, my spit overflowing onto his pelvis and our tastes mingling on my tongue. All I do is shiver as my blood boils from the arousal of finally having what I’ve always wanted. Simply knowing that I can give him this kind of pleasure makes my heart race in excitement.
I’d do this forever if I could.
“Damien, I’m about to . . .”
Yes, I feel it. Killien’s cock pulsing deep inside my throat, spilling his delicious tangerine essence, making me gag and squeeze him tighter. He lets out a loud moan, arching his back while his fingers pull on my curls so roughly it hurts. I’m in ecstasy, blissfully content with what’s happening.
“Fuck, I’m sorry . . .” he whispers, pulling me off his dick gently.
He looks down at me with his cheeks all flushed. Damn, he’s so freaking beautiful when he comes. A lot more than I ever imagined. Maybe it’s the way his dark eyebrows seem to pull together, or his parted lips, or the deep, husky noises he makes, or the subtle tremble of his lean, muscular body. Or, maybe, it’sallperfect.
I cough out a laugh, not sure what he’s apologizing for. My hands run up his thighs as I hover over him to claim his lips again. His sweet tangerine taste dances between our mouths, still present on my tongue although I swallowed all he gave me.
Killien wraps one of his strong arms around my shoulders. His other hand reaches to pull my boxers down, just enough to release my cock. His fingers wrap around my length, easily gliding against my wet skin since I’m covered in my own cum. He strokes it once, then goes still, freezing in place. I break our kiss to look at him and find him raising his eyebrows at me.
“What is that?” he asks, running his thumb down the underside of my shaft, teasing my piercings as he does it. I moan loudly in response to his touch, biting my lower lip. It feels way too good.
Surprise, surprise, brother . . .
He didn’t know about the last present I got from Jacob; three straight barbells along the underside of my shaft. Funnily enough, it’s a set of piercings commonly known as Jacob’s ladder—not that I find that name very amusing right now. I’d been thinking about getting those for a long time, but never told him because I knew he’d freak out.
Killien pushes me back gently, forcing me to sit on my heels again. He leans on one of his elbows and stares at me, inspecting my cock with a somewhat horrified expression. I watch him turn paler than he already is, taking in the sight of what he was just running his thumb through. I giggle at how adorable he is; so squeamish when it comes to needles. Sometimes, I wonder how I convinced him get our matching tattoos.
“I got those a few weeks ago . . .” I say, as I guide his finger up and down the three piercings. My muscles tense, and I hiss at the pleasure it causes.
“Goddammit, Damien—” He shakes his head, but doesn’t stop playing with my dick and staring at how I shiver in response. “When are you going to stop mutilating yourself?”
I laugh and dive back into him, pressing soft kisses up his neck as I approach his lips. “Let’s not have this conversation now.”
Killien rolls his eyes at me before he easily melts back into the kiss. His fingers continue to play with my piercings as he strokes me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge in no time. It feels so good that I can’t even think. But before I erupt, he brings his hand back to the side of my hips, pulling me into him and forcingour cocks to rub against each other. His fingers dig into my butt cheeks as he guides my movements once more.
It’s a wet dream come true. His moans dying in my mouth, the warmth of his velvety skin on mine, our cocks gliding together against his rock-hard abs. I feel like I’m about to fall apart again when he stops forcing my hips to move, his glowing eyes locking on mine.
“What do you want from me, Damien?” he asks right against my lips, taking me by surprise.
I struggle to process what he means by that for a few seconds, but he doesn’t rush it. His gaze wanders around my face, studying me, reading my expression.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I chuckle. “I want you to fuck me, Killi.”
He nods, kissing me once more.
My heart beats loudly in my ears while the butterflies in my stomach swarm frantically. The fact that he asked me what I wanted does something to me on a deep, unconscious level. Becausehe cares. Because if I said no, he’d stop. Even in this very moment, when he’s hard and eager—which isn’t at all what I experienced with my past boyfriends. Besides Jacob. But I quickly push that thought away—now is not the time.
