Page 42 of My Revenant
I shook my head, brow furrowed, gaze heated… angry. Still I didn’t drop the shirt. Still I didn’t say that word.
He used both hands to tug the skinny jeans down my thighs. There was a brief moment of genuine panic when I thought he was going to pull them all the way down and I realized quite quickly I wasn’t ready for him to seethatpart of me, but thankfully he abandoned the fabric when it pooled around my knees and my scars remained covered.
“Look at you,” he said, amused, his eyes finally breaking contact with mine to rake down my body, stopping at the hard bulge in thefront of my black boxers. Fingertips traced the waistband, waiting long enough that I could protest if I wanted to before hooking beneath the elastic and tugging them down to sit with my jeans around my knees.
Unlike me, my cock had zero hesitation in expressing exactly what it wanted. Harder than I’d ever been, it jutted out, pointing to the person who had awoken true sexual desire in me for the first time. Reaching for him in a pulse of lust strong enough to drown me.
Dex also had no hesitation, his rough, warm hand circling around me. Just that one touch and my knees were about to buckle. A moan I unsuccessfully attempted to strangle ripped out from deep within my chest, and Dex’s smile grew wider.
“That’s it. Moan for me, baby.”
Fuck.
One stroke. Two. My eyes would have rolled back into my head if I hadn’t been so determined to watch what he was doing, drinking in his expression as if he were water and I was parched.
He kept his eyes locked on mine as he positioned himself, spreading his legs wider so his lips were level with my cock. Then they were on me, and I couldn’t have held back the damn whimper if I’d tried. His mouth was so hot, wet, perfect. Lips closed over my tip, tongue tasting, exploring, like I was his new favorite flavor. He groaned as if this was just as pleasurable for him as it was for me, and that couldn’t be possible.
None of my fantasies even came close to the real thing. The only touch I had ever known was my own, and I was left wildly unprepared for any of this. I was overwhelmed. I never wanted it to stop. I couldn’t help myself as my hips bucked, forcing my cock deeper into the wet heat of his mouth, and though his eyes widened slightly in surprise, he quickly adjusted.
Dex kept his eyes on me, his tongue pressing firmly against my shaft, that piercing I’d spotted earlier tracing over heated flesh and veins, and it took all my willpower not to come on the spot. Fuck, I wanted to, but then it’d be over. I wasn’t ready for this to be over.
He sucked up my length until just the tip remained between his pretty lips, then he took me in deep again, until his nose was almost touching the trimmed hair at the base of my shaft. Fuck, how was that possible? I’d never sucked a dick before, but unless I was in his throat, I hadn’t expected him to be able to take the entire length.
The pressure, the heat, the suction. It was too much. Molten heat coiled in my core, building something explosive, something urgent, something I was powerless to fight against.
I lost control, my fingers finding their way into locks of curly blond hair that was just as soft as it looked. Grabbing handfuls of it, Iusedhim. Used my grip to make him move faster, to take all of me as my hips stuttered, and I fucked his mouth with a desperation unlike anything I’d ever felt. Moans and whimpers muffled by the shirt still between my teeth poured out of me in increasing volume. But I didn’t care. Couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed at all when I felt so fucking good.
And he let me. His hands rested on my hips, but not once did he fight against me or try to get me to stop. He simply opened his throat for me and let me use him, until that urgent pressure inside me built to be much too big and I couldn’t fight it a moment longer.
With a strangled cry, I came. White-hot bliss pulled from my spine, and my body convulsed, my legs giving way as he kept me upright, greedily sucking down every pulse of pleasure like a hard-earned reward.
Only when I had nothing left to give him did he pull back, his lips a glistening mess. He licked over them, as if he didn’t want to waste any of it. I shivered, my eyes wet, much like the shirt I finallylet drop from between my teeth, damp with my spit as it fell back to my stomach.
“Fuck,” I rasped, without the mental capacity to form any longer sentences.
“You taste good, Rabbit.” His voice sounded deep and husky, like a man who had just had his throat well and truly fucked, I suppose. “Enjoy yourself?”
I grunted, becauseobviously.
Dex seemed all too pleased with himself as he rose to his feet again. It was all I could do not to sag against him. Instead, I leaned back against the wall behind me, still catching my breath.
“My turn,” he said, and all the sweet relief twisted with sudden anxiety. Did he expect me to do the same thing to him? Did I want to? Would I be able to? He must have read the panic in my eyes because he chuckled and took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together and pulling it to the thick, hard bulge in the front of his jeans. “Just your hand, Rabbit.”
Just my hand. I could do that… probably. I knew how to stroke my own dick. How different could it possibly be? Biting my lip, I nodded slowly.
“Take me out, then.”
My pulse thundered in my ears, and my hands trembled slightly as I looked down at the front of his jeans. I could do this. I reached for him, working the button open, then the zip. I hesitated.
“Problem?” he asked, sounding far too amused. It sparked my need to prove myself to him. I tugged the denim and his boxers down together until they sat low enough on his hips for his cock to spring free. It was thicker than mine, hard as steel, and already leaking at the tip. Knowing he’d gotten that way just from sucking me off filled me with a sick satisfaction, at least until my eyes locked onto another very big difference between us.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
Holy fucking shit.
“Never seen a Prince Albert before?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
I wasn’t about to tell him I hadn’t even seen a cock that wasn’t mine before outside of porn, but no, I had definitely not seen a pierced dick before. I didn’t even know that was athing. “Does it hurt?” I asked instead of answering.
