Page 84 of Craving Sin

I’m not sure I’ve ever been so hard, my cock weeping in my slacks, needing to find solace in this man I crave so badly.

I pull away, tugging his T-shirt over his head. Bending forward, I lick and bite his nipples, pulling the most deliciously hungry sounds out of him, and all I want is more, more, more.

I push him down so his back is on the table, the bulge in his sweats making my mouth water.

Sucking cock is…not what I thought it would be, maybe because I hadn’t thought much about sucking cock before him, but it’s indescribable…the feeling I get from having him in my mouth, of bringing him pleasure that way, of feeling in control of his pleasure too.

I kiss and bite my way down his torso, then rub my face into the bulge I’d just been admiring. I mouth it, suck him through the cotton, smile into his groin as he grunts and groans and begs for more.

I pull the sweats and underwear off him in one quick swoop, dropping them to the floor, sucking his long, hard cock into my mouth, as his fingers tangle in my hair.

“Oh fuck. Rian.”

I’m feral for him, choke myself on his cock, and then moan because I want his dick in my mouth, but I’m dying for a taste of his balls too.

He smells musky with a mixture of soap, like he had a shower not too long ago. I lap at his heavy sac, craving his nuts in my mouth like only this man can make me do.

I want all of him all the time, wish I had a hundred mouths to taste him and a hundred hands to touch him.

“Jesus, you’re already going to make me come,” he says, and I look up at him from between his legs, his groin basically covered in my saliva from the way I went at him.

I want someone.

Abbott is mine.

I have someone.

I’ll burn down the fucking world to protect him.

“I’ll fuck you slowly later, but I need you too badly right now,” I say, voice rough with lust. “But first, I need to taste your hole. Can I?”

“I belong to you, remember? I want you to do whatever you want to me. Anytime you want. Wake me up with your cock in the middle of the night. I’m yours.”

His words make me dizzy, going straight to my head. I feel…full, complete in this way I never imagined.

I push his legs up. Abbott lifts them for me as I stand taller, tugging out of my own clothes, my leaking dick so swollen and hard.

I stroke it a couple of times. “I love you,” I say again, testing the words.

“I love you too.”

I grab his hips, pulling him to the edge of the table, kneel on the pile of clothes, and dive face-first into the hottest ass I’ve ever seen. I lap at his hole, trying to get my face in there as deep as I can. He’s pushing his ass against me like he’s trying to ride my face, like it feels so fucking good, but it’s not enough either.

He pulls my hair, curses, begs for more, says my name over and over, and I soften his rim and work my tongue into his ass. He’s like a fucking delicacy. Who knew eating ass would be my favorite meal?

“My balls again. Lick my balls,” Abbott begs.

I pull back, suck my finger, and work it into his ass before I get a mouthful of his nuts again. I lave at them, lick and suck them while finger-fucking his perfectly tight hole with one finger, then two. It’s so sexy watching his body open up for me, seeing that tight, puckered hole swallow my fingers the way it’s going to do with my cock very soon.

I go back and forth, sucking his balls, then eating him out again.

My dick is painful, balls aching with the need for release, to lose myself in his tight body, my tight body because Abbott belongs to me.

I push to my feet, unable to hold back anymore. “I need you,” I tell him. “Need you so bad. Need you all full of my cum.”

“Get some oil,” he says. Shit. I hadn’t even thought about lube.

Even walking across the kitchen to grab the bottle from the stove feels like I’m too far away from him. Christ, I’m going to be obsessed, want him with me all the time. I would handcuff him to me if I could.