Page 106 of The Beast's Heart

He whimpers my name as I swirl my tongue around his length and press him deeper. I tease his glans with the tip of my tongue and grin up at him when he complains. He’s looking down at me, rather than at our reflection, with a flush and glassy eyes that say he’s close. It’s so tempting to let him come like this, come down my throat so I can taste him. But if he did, I know I couldn’t resist the climax, the relief, offered by my own hand. I pull off, give him a chance to collect himself.

“Look in the mirror, Jonathan. Look at yourself. Pink with lust, eyes bright, mouth moist and red from kisses. Look at how lovely you are.”

His gaze flicks to the mirror and catches there. His chest is rising and falling with uneven breaths as he stares unabashedly, as he drinks in the sight of us.

“There it is,” I whisper, running my hands up his thighs, over his narrow hips.

His attention shifts back to me and he gives a little bashful laugh. I stand and catch that laugh with a kiss.

If the taste of himself is off-putting, he doesn’t show it, kissing me back hungrily.

I scoop him into my arms and carry him to the bed, where I lay him down and hover over him, kissing him from his rosy lips all the way down his body. I nudge his knees apart, so he’s spread open for me.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight,” I say, seriously. “If you want me to stop, we stop.”

“Believe me, that is the very last thing I want.”

I kiss the inside of his thigh, run my tongue along the seam where it connects to his groin. He wriggles under me and arches into my touch. I gracelessly do away with his pants, which are gathered around his knees, and crawl back up his body.

“Tell me you want me,” I hear myself say, lost in lust.

“I want you. God, I want you.”

I take his wrists in one fist and push them up over his head. “I can make you come like this. Do you want that? Do you want to come?”

“I want you inside me.”

I growl, reaching for the lube I had ready. I squirt it into my palm, coat my fingers. I press inside him with my middle finger, withdraw and then press in with two. He bucks against me, head thrown back.

“I’m inside you now,” I whisper against his ear as I spread my fingers inside him. He whimpers. “I could make you come likethis.” I brush against his prostate and he arches his back, eyes wide, pupils blown. “You wanna come like this again?” I ask.

He shakes his head. His eyes squeeze shut as I brush over that spot again.

“You want my cock?” I ask.

He nods.

“Say it.”

“I want your cock,” he says in his perfectly clipped accent.

I nearly come at those words alone.

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JONATHAN

Adam kisses down my chest, torturously slowly, while holding my wrists up above my head in one large fist. I feel helpless, exposed, incoherent with lust.

For long minutes, he’s been teasing me with his tongue, tasting my skin, trailing his lips across my ribs, sucking and nipping at my nipples, kissing my stomach, driving me insane with the tickle of his beard and gentle attentions of his mouth, while his fingers work deep inside me.

I thrash as he brushes over my prostate again. I dig my nails into my palms, desperate to tangle my fingers through his hair, desperate not to come. I don’t want this to be over yet.

My cock is standing tall, fully erect and harder than I’ve ever been. I pant as Adam drags his lips along my inner thigh and curls his finger up to press at my prostate again. “Might be good for you to come. Help you relax.”

I shake my head. “I want you,” I say again. “I want you. Please.”

He groans, his hand straying to his cock. It, too, ishard, jutting out of his jeans, thick and glistening. A shiver races through me. I feel ready to combust. He drops his cock and crawls up my body to kiss me. A long, lingering kiss. Then hefrees my wrists, pulls his shirt over his head and reaches for the bottle of lube again.

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