Page 45 of Ronen
Grabbing my T-shirt by the hem, I yanked it over my head, dropping it over the back of the sofa. A drop of precum pooled at the tip of my cock, pearly white, glistening, waiting.
Ronen looked up, his eyes meeting mine, dark and shrouded in secrets and mysteries.
Gently, hesitantly, like I was reaching out to touch a wild, untamed animal, I ran a finger down one of his high cheekbones.
Silk. His skin felt like warm silk beneath my fingers.
Ronen drew in a sharp breath at my touch, his eyes fluttering closed, his head tilting into my hand. Then he grabbed my wrist in a surprisingly strong grip, moving me where he wanted me. Until my hand rested under his chin, against his throat. Reflexively, I cupped his jaw.
Shrewd green eyes opened, glittering in the near dark of the room. The same hand that had gripped my wrist forced my hand down to encircle his throat loosely.
“No strings attached, Mason,” he whispered, the words blowing hot across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A need like I had never felt in my entire life tightened my muscles, and I bit back a moan. “This means nothing. Just two people scratching an itch.”
Who was this man kidding? Did he even believe the ridiculous words coming from his mouth? Was he trying to convince me or himself?
“You know we’re way past that, Ronen.” My words were rough with desire. “Tell me what you want.”
He held my hand to his throat, forcing it tighter against his tender skin. “Harder. I like it rough.”
Fingers wrapped around his throat, I surged forward, my lips slamming into his in a rough kiss. He tasted like dark coffee, danger, and my future.
My other hand tangled in his mop of hair, tugging the soft strands roughly. Ronen moaned, the sound shooting straight to my cock that still bobbed between us. Hands on his throat and tangled in his hair, I ordered, “Suck me.”
Defiant green eyes glared at me. “Make me.”
This man, this omega, was going to be the death of me.
But what a hell of a way to go.
Pushing his head towards my cock with one hand, I kept the other wrapped around the tender skin of his throat. I could feel his Adam’s apple, his stubble, when he swallowed my thick head and kept going for more.
My hips surged up from the couch, my good foot pushing from the floor, forcing more of my cock to slip past his lips. Down his throat. Warm, wet heat surrounded me, as he swallowed and bobbed and sucked.
He encircled my base with one hand, stroking up as his head went down, his throat muscles opening up as he took me to the root, his lips meeting his hand. Did the man have no gag reflex?
His other hand covered mine on his throat, pushing my fingers deeper into his tender skin, nearly but not quite, cutting off what little airway he had.
Tears streamed down his face, as his glistening eyes peered up at me through his inky lashes.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Pretty lips stretched wide around my thick cock stuffed into his mouth. One hand wrapped around his throat, feeling every breath, every swallow, every gasp, and finally a gag that made him pull back. My other hand was buried in his thick hair, tugging and guiding his head on my cock, keeping him there, and only letting up when I moved him up and down.
I’d had partners who liked it rough, but I’d never had one who wanted my hand wrapped around their throat while they sucked me off. It was exciting and new, and sexy as hell.
He trusted me enough to let me do this, or maybe Ronen let every alpha he came across wrap their fingers around his throat.
I wanted to tell him so badly what I was, with every fiber of my being. Wanted to shout it to the rafters, wanted to make him see he was always, always meant to be mine.
But I couldn’t do that yet.
Instead, I watched as this sensual, sexy man sucked my brain cells out through my dick, my hips pistoning upwards, my good leg flexing, my thigh muscles screaming.
My spine tingled, guttural grunts coming from my mouth, and my balls tightened. A second before I was about to explode and empty my cum down Ronen’s throat, he pulled back. Off my cock, and somehow, with a few moves I had never seen before, broke my hold on his throat and was free.
Growling in frustrated need, I nearly cried when the pressure and heat of his mouth vanished.
Placing a finger over my lips, Ronen shook his head, a tiny, closed lip smile on his face. Leaning down close to my ear, he whispered, “When you come I want you inside my hole. I want to feel you for days. I want your knot forcing your cum deep inside me, and then I want to watch as it drips out of me.”
