Page 13 of Taste of Blood
Caressing me.
He pulls out my cock and closes his fist around it, slowly working me up and down while his thumb rubs around my head with just enough pressure to milk more precum.
“I…don’t,” I gasp, not knowing what I want to say. Or maybe I do. I just can’t think straight. Why does he always have this effect on me? “Ash, please…”
He smiles, his green eyes hooded. “Yes, baby? Please what?”
I reach down, closing my hand around his and try to push him away, but he dips his mouth closer, his tongue lapping at the precum his thumb smeared over my head.
“Mmm,” he moans. “I’ve missed your taste.”
My cock jerks at that sound. I have to stop this before it goes any further. Before…
His lips close around my head.
Fuuuuck.
I try to stay impartial. Try to keep my head, but damn.
It’s been so long and his mouth feels so good.
He sucks me deep into his throat, his tongue running circles around my length while his head bobs up and down, slowly torturing me with need. I don’t want to respond–I absolutely do not want to respond–but I can’t stop my back from arching off the couch like it has a mind of its own.
Jesus fuck.
Stop.
Now.
Without will my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer. Fucking his mouth.
I’m not small by any means, but Asher can take all of me, swallowing me down his throat without gagging. That throat that’s so tight and hot, and I need it. Need that friction as I grind against his mouth.
He keeps one hand tight around the base of my cock while the other one reaches up under my shirt, finding my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. Because he knows what that does to me.
“Fuck, Ash. I need…”
He pulls back, my cock sliding out of his mouth, and I nearly weep for the loss. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
“Don’t…stop,” I growl, pulling his face back down to me. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating along my length, causing my balls to tighten. I’m close–so close–which is the last place I want to be.
He begins to suck in earnest now, pulling me deep into his throat, his fist tightening around my base while he pinches and rolls my nipple.
I’m coming apart, losing my grip on reality as the orgasm builds inside me. My rational mind is in there somewhere, warning me to pull up. To get a grip on things. This isn’t what I want.
But the voice is getting farther away as my need roars in my ears.
How does he always do this to me? That mouth, that tongue. That emerald stare that sees right through me even when I’m trying to hide.
This is not how it’s supposed to go.
I’m stronger than this.
I grind against him, my eyes rolling back in my head as the release builds. Blinding me to everything but the world inside his mouth.
“I…fuck…Jesus.”
I don’t even know what I want to say.
