Page 142 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

He kissed my neck harder in reply, lips passing over my Adam’s apple and descending between my collarbones and toward my solar plexus, my torso leaning back, hands locked behind Damon’s neck, revealing my chest and abs for him.

He lowered himself as both leaned down, my back nearing the mattress and Damon’s head following.

When I touched the bed with my back again, Damon freed himself from the tangle of limbs and knelt above me, lips trailing the middle of my torso down to my belly button and lower. Lower.

That night when we’d met at the party for the first time in over a year had been so full of bittersweet memories and unfiltered lust that I had barely had a chance to focus on anything. It had gone off like fireworks that caught the fire too soon.

Tonight was different. We had hours before us and the silence of the night to let us feel every kiss, graze, and breath between us.

I was achingly hard by the time Damon wrapped his fingers around my cock, holding me gently from one side. He pressed his tongue against the base of my cock and dragged it slowly all the way to the tip, closing his lips and taking me deep into his mouth.

Air drained from his body, warm breath from his nose washing over my skin, as he lifted his head a little and lowered it deeper, eyelashes fluttering open and gaze searching my eyes.

Those dark chocolate eyes, melting as he caught my gaze, light shimmering in the welling tears as he took me deeper still into his throat. He held his breath now, looking straight at me, and bobbed his head quickly, making something break inside me. I pressed my hands together on the back of his head and pushed him down, shoving myself against the back of his throat, holding him still, watching the flicker of curiosity and instinctive nervousness cross his face, quickly followed by a stubborn need to prove he was unmatched.

His mouth opened wider, his voice cracking once as my dick throbbed inside his mouth, saliva trickling down my shaft. He didn’t blink. He watched me, tears beading larger inside his eyes until I released his head and let him lift it up.

He took a deep breath, blinking at last, and grinned at me like sin in human flesh. “You dirty thing,” he said. “It’ll be your turn soon.”

A shiver passed through me, making my toes curl, as I nodded. I couldn’t wait to let him use me. In fact, half the reason I wanted to play rough with him was to make him do the same to me.

I could be just a lab nerd during the day, but when the lights were out and clothes littered the floor, there was more to me. I was more like Damon after all. The dream I’d carried for so many years coming true.

“Don’t talk,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair and pulling his head closer to my hard cock.

The grin broadened, and he kissed the length of my cock before sucking me into his mouth again, working me slowly toward an unbearable sensation of complete loss of control.

I was at his mercy, precisely where I always wanted to be, and he held me there, on the very edge, until it felt so good that it hurt.

A whimper broke out of me. “Please.” But he only slowed down, taking away the chance of a tremendous climax. Though I wanted it to last, wanted it to go on all night, I hated him for it in this instance, like an animal promised and denied a meal.

I could feel him smiling, damn him.

Damon lifted his head, then lowered it again until his lips touched my groin, kissing me there gently, his breath tickling me. He opened his mouth wide, lips pressing against my balls one at a time. He put his hands on my thighs and dragged them down, reaching under my knees and lifting my legs with ease, baring me completely, leaving me open and helpless.

His mouth found my hole, the tip of his tongue moving over it and sending a blazing bolt of fire through my body.

He kissed me harder, then thrust his tongue with incredible pressure, slicking me well, circling my hole with the tip, spreading saliva all over me, while my dick throbbed painfully and my breath left my body in short, uncontrolled bursts.

“You like that?” he murmured, the vibration of his voice passing through me.

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I said, voice strained and cracking.

He pressed his tongue against me harder, mouth wide and lips passing over my smooth, tender skin.

Damon’s hands moved to my hips, pulling me down, sliding me down the length of the bed, and he rose. He moved around, kneeling on each side of my head, one hand moving firmly along his dick, his balls hanging just above my lips.

I opened my mouth and lifted my head, making him pause as my lips met his balls, tongue out and caressing him. He froze, tension palpable, and let me enjoy the first real taste of him in over a year.

When he bent down, he pushed the tip of his cock into my open mouth, precum meeting my taste buds and sending explosive sensations through my body.

Damon lifted my legs while lowering his hips inch by inch, filling my mouth until my throat stopped him. His lips found my hole again, tongue moving over it lazily, while he swayed his hips lightly, getting me used to his size, reminding my throat how to do the job.

Each time was a little easier. Each thrust went a little deeper. Demon’s balls pressed against my nose, and his cock dipped lower, impaling me harder as my throat finally relaxed and took him in.

I was beyond thought. I was beyond all that was worldly. My body was just an instrument, and these sensations were a symphony of eroticism.

The scent of musk and sex and lust filled my nostrils as I drew a deep breath. In one blissful moment, I could breathe, Damon’s cock cutting off the flow of air in the heartbeat that followed. He licked me harder, thrusting his tongue almost inside of me, kissing me, sucking me, biting me, and dragging his teeth over my tender skin.