Page 27 of Brought to Light
“No,” I said. “Here. Against the tree. Right here. And don’t even try to be gentle with me.”
Callum’s eyebrows shot up, and he leaned in, teasing my mouth with his, brushing back and forth over my swollen, tingling flesh and making me squirm. “So demanding,” he muttered. “Be fucking careful what you ask for.” He thrust his hips again, hard, and his cock felt like iron.
“I want something else first,” I whispered, and pushed him back enough that I could drop down on my knees. He had to pull his hand out of my pants, and I wanted it back.
But I wanted this more. I wanted to feel him forcing my mouth open, to imagine what it’d feel like between my legs, to work myself up to such a fever of impatience that I’d be begging him to fuck me without mercy.
“Fuck,” Callum said. “You don’t have to.” But he was already tearing at the button of his jeans.
My mouth watered as he jerked his fly open and pulled out his cock, shifting his feet to make it possible to set it free of the constriction of his clothes. He had more than enough inches to fill my mouth and thrust down my throat, and later…he’d make me scream. Hopefully he’d cover my mouth, or Oskar might come running and we’d all regret it.
I leaned in and licked.
Callum
Linden’s tongue flicked over the head of my cock, the contrast between the hot sweetness of his mouth and the cold evening air enough to make me shudder.
Fuck,fuckbut it’d been a long time since I had someone’s mouth on me.
Before I’d even come to terms with his tongue, Linden took me fully into his mouth, swallowing me down and into his throat like he’d been practicing every day for years. And wasn’t that a fucking thought. He dug his fingers into my hips and looked up at me, his blue eyes wide and dark, filled with something I couldn’t name.
His fingers curled, pressing into me harder. Slowly, I moved my own hand and laid it on his throat. Linden swallowed around my cock, moaning, the vibrations traveling all the way through my cock and my balls and up my spine.
I squeezed him, just enough pressure to constrict what airway he had left with my dick filling him up. Linden started to suck like his life depended on it, his head bobbing and his tongue swirling around me over and over, laving every inch of me.
I wasn’t going to fucking keep it together. Not with his hot, eager mouth surrounding me, not with his slender throat flexing under my hand, the skin soft and tender.
Did he know how much I could hurt him, if I wanted to? Yeah, I was pretty sure he did, and he was getting off on it. So was I.
I squeezed a little harder. He pulled off enough to take a breath, panting and whimpering, and the moonlight struck pale glints off the moisture at the corners of his eyes.
With one hand still on his throat, I dared to do what I’d been wanting to for—honestly since I saw him in the coffee shop the first time. I wrapped my other hand in that dandelion-silk hair, feeling the delicate strands catch on my callused fingers, and held his head in place.
My first thrust made him grip onto my hips so hard it hurt, and then he opened his throat, gazed up at me, and fucking took it.
I fucked his mouth hard, every motion driving deeper into the hot constriction of his throat. He swallowed around me frantically, and I pulled back enough to let him get a breath before I plunged back in again. My whole body drew tight, teetering on the edge.
I pulled out of his mouth abruptly, gasping when my spit-slick cock hit the cold air.
“I want it,” Linden said, his voice a shattered, wrecked rasp. God, I wanted to come on his pretty face while he talked to me like that, told me how much he wanted me to mess him up. “Don’t stop.”
But what he’d already offered me would be even better. “Get up and turn around.” My own voice wasn’t much smoother, even though I hadn’t had eight thick inches forced into my throat. “Pants down, and give me that jar.”
Linden flailed as he tried to get up, and I let go of his neck and his hair with regret to pull him to his feet. For a moment, he slumped against me, breathing hard, and I nuzzled the side of his head. He still smelled like fresh spring greenery, even after a couple of days of hiking and sleeping in the hunting lodge. We’d stopped for a few minutes that afternoon and washed up in a stream, thank God, or I wouldn’t have felt all right about putting my dick in his mouth, but still.
I didn’t want to let him go, but my cock throbbed insistently, wanting to know why the fuck I’d stopped the blowjob if I wasn’t going to give it something better.
“Against the tree,” I murmured in his ear, and I slid my hands down to fondle his ass. He shivered, and I gave another hard squeeze. He didn’t have much ass, but what he did have fit perfectly in my hands. I pulled those small globes apart and pressed them together again, loving the way he rutted up against me and whispered something I couldn’t quite catch in his own language, sounding broken and desperate.
He didn’t seem inclined or able to move, so I turned him around and pressed him against the tree, tugging his hips out so that his ass was canted at the right angle. He worked his jeans open and shoved them down until they got stuck right above his knees.
I took a second to stare. His skin was just as smooth and pale there as everywhere else, and he glowed in the dimness of the forest. Fuck, but he looked unreal like that, offering himself up, ass out and begging to be fucked. Or licked, or spanked…my palm itched to smack one perfect, round cheek and then the other, but now wasn’t the time. I’d gotten a little out of control, and I wouldn’t hold back on fucking him, but he was so high on adrenaline and pre-battle jitters and anxiety and the need to feel something, anything else that he wouldn’t stop me if I pushed right past what he could take, or wanted to take.
There wouldn’t be a next time, but I couldn’t think about that.
Take what I could get, and try to forget about it by morning. That’d worked for me before, and it had to be enough now.
This already went so far past what I deserved, anyway.
