I wish I could say I didn’t feel hurt by the rejection, but I know better. “Fine. Then I guess this immaculate, tight ass will spend the night all alone.” I’m careful with my wording, locking eyes with him to remind him of what he’d be missing out on.
“You trying to manipulate me into fucking you?”
“Depends. Is it working?”
His gaze narrows.
“You continue to underestimate me, Killian.”
“I don’t underestimate you anymore, Log.”
“Prove it.”
He shows teeth, then grinds them tight, clenching his fists as he tries to contain the powerful force he’s so worried about unleashing on me.
I’m afraid. I’m poking the bear—no, a damned gargoyle—not really knowing the extent of what lies within him, yet between how worked up I am and my desire to soothe him, it’s too much for me. And I feel that whatever may come is worth the price of finding out.
“If you’re scared of hurting me,” I say, “you should letmefuckyou.”
I notice his cock’s still growing.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask.
“I don’t bottom.”
“Who said anything about you bottoming?”
His expression twists up in apparent confusion.
“Lie down,” I order him, and his nostrils flare, like some part of him can’t bear being told what to do. The part Old Terrortaught to always maintain control, same as my dad did with me. “I said lie the fuck down.”
“Is wifey trying to prey upon me while I’m weak?”
“Do it,” I demand. It’s my turn to be in charge.
My hands tremble, some part of me fearing that trying to order a Lorde around could only lead to me getting hurt, but he settles on the bed, relaxing his head against a pillow.
I kick off my shoes and strip down, tossing a condom and bottle of lube on the bed beside him.
There’s hunger in his eyes. “You really did need a cock in your ass tonight, didn’t you?”
He has no idea, especially after how worried I was about him. And as much as I told myself it was about my family’s safety, it’s more than that. As much of a dick as he can be, he’s someone I understand…at least in some ways, as the eldest. As the one responsible for my family’s care.
I remove my boxers, sporting a stiff erection, watching as his cock continues to firm up for me. I crawl onto the bed, facing his cock again, and he stares at me, clearly intrigued as I get a taste of his flesh again.
It’s like my tongue has been waiting so long to reunite with his cock, the energy shooting in spurts throughout me. His moan is a song as I lap up his freshly cleaned flesh before sticking him in my mouth, quickly tasting that familiar flavor of precum. It spreads through my mouth before I swallow, reminding me of how hot it was that first time I experienced the taste.
His cock swells in my mouth.
“I want to taste it, Log. That ass you got ready for me.”
I pull off his cock and crawl up his body. He scoots down the mattress until I’m positioned on my knees, with his face under me. He grabs my ass, pulling me down to his mouth, spreading my cheeks before I feel his tongue against my rim. He’s deliberate with his movements, as though he knows theexact path he wants to run. I forgot how experienced he is; of course he’d know how to do it just right.
He begins slowly, carefully, but growls before he buries his face against me, gripping my cheeks firmly, his tongue on a mission as it pushes into me. I grip the headboard, enjoying the sensations he stirs.
“That’s right, Killian. Eat me out. Take my ass.”
As fun as it’s been to let Killian take charge, I revel in being the one dominating him tonight. That he’s the one surrendering to my needs.
