Page 136 of Hyperspeed
When Rev rose to his knees, putting his stomach level with my face, I was grateful for the reprieve.
“Had to stop,” he wheezed, running his fingers through my hair. “Didn’t want to come.”
“You did good, baby,” I replied, and the lines on his skin pulsed gold.
He pulled hard on my hair. It made me hiss, but the sting did wonders for calming me down. I pressed a kiss to his stomach, just below his belly button, and dropped my gaze to his cock.
It stood straight up from his groin, twitching with need and dribbling precum. Pearly droplets dripped onto my chest, and I was dying to remind myself of the taste.
Swiping a finger through the mess, I sucked it into my mouth, and groaned as his salty flavour burst on my tongue. Different shades of pink danced across his skin, and his tail flicked back and forth, whipping my legs.
“Fuck,” he breathed, ears twitching, endless eyes flaring with heat.
I looked up at him, a slow smirk tugging at my lips.
“Good thing we’ve got all night.”
Then I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, dipping my tongue into his slit.
He squealed, hips jerking as he tried to push deeper. I caught his hip in one hand, holding him firm, a silent command to stay still. My grip was tight, hard enough to bruise his soft periwinkle skin, and the idea sent a delicious thrill down my spine.
My free hand slipped between his legs, knuckles brushing his balls before sliding into his crease. He was already slick, and he squirmed when my finger circled his hole.
He moaned as I slid a single finger inside him, his body yielding with effortless grace, and he tipped his head back, lips parted in a breathless gasp.
“Oh god.”
I stayed still, letting him adjust to the sensation. When he whimpered, “More,” I began a slow, deep thrust. He moved with sharp, uneven motions, so I added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch his tight muscles. My fingers found his prostate, and a fresh burst of precum coated my tongue as I stroked the sensitive gland.
By the time he was writhing on three fingers, I was close to losing control. Watching him arch over me, riding my fingers and moaning like a porn star, brought to life the image I’d dreamed of all those months ago.
He was a wet dream made real, and I was the lucky one living it.
I released his cock and growled, low and dangerous.
“You look so good taking my fingers, baby.” His sweet, oily slick dripped from his hole, tracing slow rivulets down my hand. The wet slap of every thrust only made me harder, and I couldn’t wait any longer. “Gotta be inside you.”
Withdrawing my fingers, I brought the glistening digits to my mouth and sucked them clean. The taste of him made my head spin. Then he lowered himself onto my lap, pressing my cock to his entrance. Ready.
But when he locked eyes with mine and whispered, “Fuck me,” how could I say no?
Rev bore down, and the head slipped through the first ring of muscle with a soft pop. My head fell back against the couch, a moan escaping me. Just clear-headed enough, I grabbed his hips, holding him back from taking me all at once.
“Careful, Revvy,” I bit out as he sank lower. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Need you,solvenari.”
I didn’t know what the word meant, but the way he whispered it, reverently and breathlessly, made my chest ache. It sounded precious, like a secret I was lucky to hear. With Rev, it could have also meant “idiot.”
But stars, I wanted it to mean “mine.”
When his ass hit my thighs, I held him down. I knew he was desperate to move, but he needed a moment to adjust. And if I was being honest, so did I.
Rev leaned in for a kiss, and we used the opportunity to slow down, to take a breath and reconnect.
He nibbled my bottom lip, catching it with his fang, and the taste of copper mixed with our saliva. It stung, but when he licked my lip, swallowing the taste of my essence, it only made me thirst for more.
He broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around my neck. His eyes were wet, overflowing with a mix of fear and adoration.
