Page 55 of Taste of Blood
“Look, I know it’s late and you probably have to get some sleep to go to work in the morning or whatever.” I glance at the darkened sky beyond the windows, unable to tell what time it is. “I’ll just crash here on the couch.”
“Bullshit. You’ll sleep in the bed with me. I didn’t molest you last week and I won’t do it again tonight. I know you’re not up to that.”
It’s not him I’m worried about, and who says I’m not up to it? In fact, having his lips around my cock would go a long way toward making me feel better.
Apparently that thought went straight to my dick and wouldn’t you know it, Asher must’ve noticed because he can’t hide his knowing smirk.
“Of course,” he says, stepping closer, “if there’s anything else you need to make you feel better, I’m at your disposal.”
I look up at him and realize I’m fighting a losing battle. Despite my injuries and my weakened state, I want him. I want all the devious, sadistic things only he can do to me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmur.
“Remember what we used to say. ‘I shall not die, I shall suffocate in ecstasy.’”
Fuck.
“I recall you saying the next time we do this it would be in a bed.”
He grins. “I can carry you there, if you’d like, but the couch will do just as well.”
At least it’s not an alley.
He sinks to his knees in front of me and parts my legs, running his hands up my thighs. “You’ll let me know if this is too much for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
He peels my shorts down and licks his lips, his emerald eyes shining with lust. When his hand closes around my cock I can’t suppress a moan. He rubs his thumb across my head, which is already slick with precum, and starts to stroke me slowly up and down. Just when I think he’s only going to tease me, he lowers his mouth and sucks me inside.
The man’s tongue should be illegal. It wraps around my cock while he slides his lips up and down, driving me crazy with need. I move my hips to fuck his mouth, trying to gain traction, but heholds back, keeping his pace slow and steady until I’m ready to lose my mind.
“Jesus fuck, Ash.”
When he swallows me, I nearly come on the spot. That hot, tight throat almost chokes the cum out of me. And then he reaches up to cup my balls, squeezing and massaging them until I’m bucking off the couch. It’s not just what he’s doing, it’s how he’s doing it. It’s like I’m mainlining dopamine.
I groan, my whole body reduced to the bundle of nerves in my cock. All thoughts of my injuries are gone, wiped out by his talented mouth. I need to come so badly, and yet part of me craves the torment of his teasing. He plays me so well, bringing me to the edge of release then backing off, lapping at my cock like a hungry dog while I squirm and rock beneath him.
I tangle my fingers in his hair to urge him closer, yanking on the silky strands until I’m sure I’ll rip them out of his head, but still he holds back. Flicking his tongue over my head, circling it around tighter and tighter before sucking me deep into his throat.
I can feel my cock swelling like it’s going to burst, and I can’t keep from whining in need.
“Please, Ash.”
Apparently he takes pity on me because he starts fucking me hard with his mouth. I’m so close, chasing my release while part of me is scared he’s going to pull back again.
“Need to come.”
When it happens, I feel like the top of my head is going to blast off. My cock jerks, my whole body pulsing like a live wire as the spasms wrack through me. He swallows every drop of my cum then licks me clean before crawling up my body to close his lips over mine.
The kiss deepens and all the need I have for him distills in the contact of our joined lips. I want to drink him in, to devourhim. To somehow let him know without words what he does to me.
When we finally break apart, he smiles at me with a tenderness that nearly breaks my heart.
“I went easy on you, seeing as how you’re injured.”
“Like fuck you did.”
I notice he didn’t bite me though, so maybe he’s right. Still, I’m glad he did what he did. It was just what I needed.
