Page 15 of Martyr
My mouth waters. I’m attracted to Reese.Obviously. I like his cock. But there’s also an intimacy in being faced with it again that only comes from practice.
And, yeah, I know that thepracticewas in the worst spot imaginable, but he was a safe haven. He came to be one anyway.
I lean forward, opening my mouth and taking him into it. He lets out a faint groan. I put my hand on his stomach and push him back against the tree trunk. Once more of his weight is supported, I begin.
My mind swirls through lust, burning at the thought of him coming for me. In both senses. Hecamehere—and he’s going tocomein my mouth.
I take him deeper, working his length with my tongue. I know what used to make him explode, what moves used to make his legs quake and his hips jerk. He hits the back of my throat, and I barely suppress my gag.
Maybe I’m out of practice.
My cheeks hollow as I bob up and inhale through my nose. His fingers tangle in my hair. The strands slip through his grip, and his nails scratch at my scalp.
I hum.
“Ah, fuck,” he groans. “Don’t do that, I’ll?—”
Come too soon?
I suppress a smile for when I don’t have a dick in my mouth. The snow crunches beneath my knees. I take him back in deeper, pressing my limits. Choking myself on him.
He fists more hair, pulling me back slightly. Then, pushing down.
My body sings when he takes control. The pulse of desire for him between my legs kicks up, but I force my hands to stay away. I want tofeelit. To live in it for a while. The tingle of arousal, the rush under my skin.
I bob and suck, flick my tongue at the spot just under his tip that never failed to make him writhe. His hips buck, but he never yanks the control away from me. His hand on my head is a guide for what he wants—not a demand.
Not an order.
He lets me play with him, work him higher, until every move has his hips rolling. He goes deeper, and I let him.
“I’m gonna come,” he rasps. He tugs at my hair, as if to pull me off him.
I grab his ass and ignore the faint burn in my scalp. He’s notyanking, not being cruel. But I don’t let him move off me. I continue working him until his dick pulses. He moans my name and comes on my tongue.
I swallow it down, then slowly pull back.
That was, in a way, just what I needed.
And also, a whole lot less than what else I want right now.
I sit on my heels, my body buzzing. The urge to get myself off climbs but eventually passes. I exhale.
Reese slowly puts himself away, then helps me to my feet. His expression is dazed.
We just did that.
And, honestly, I have no regrets.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and it dawns on me how cold it is out here. Which reminds me of my recent discovery… and how Reese is probably the perfect person to tell.
I tip my head to the side. “So, um, I’ve got to tell you something.”
7SAINT
Sleeping Beauty.
Why can’t I get that out of my head?
