Page 75 of My Revenant
“I enjoyed it as much as you did, Rabbit.”
His eyes glanced down at my dick, hard as steel and leaking for him, demanding attention that I was content not to give it.
“I could… try… to use my mouth on you… this time.”
I stepped forward, placing a kiss on his forehead, which he responded to with another superficial scowl. “I appreciate the offer, baby, but I’d rather have this,” I said, reaching around to grab a handful of the cheek now proudly wearing my mark.
It was the truth, but not the whole truth. I’d tell Jonah soon about why I was the way I was, and why there were things I was happy to give him but just couldn’t enjoy receiving myself. But I didn’t want the way he looked at me to change, so selfishly, I kept my secrets a while longer.
“Should I… put the jacket back on?” he asked, and my grin pulled wider.
“Definitely.”
Jonah was still scowling, but he somehow also looked pleased as he toweled himself off quickly and reached for my jacket among our pile of discarded clothing. I’d clean them up later.
I laced my fingers through his and pulled him to my bedroom. This time, blissfully, there were no more objections.
Jonah fell onto the bed beside me, our skin still slightly damp, and naked except for my jacket on him. I claimed his lips. He kissed me back eagerly, tongue dancing with mine. He was bolder now than he used to be, more confident in what he was doing, and I loved it. I wanted him to always be confident in touching me. There was nothing he could do that I wouldn’t like.
While we kissed, my hands trailed over him, finding all the hard edges and softer curves I adored. Perfect. All of him. When his hips rocked against mine, his cock was hard for me again. I pulled back from him to locate where we’d last abandoned the lube. It took a minute of aggressively pulling back blankets before I found it, then I was on him again, slick fingers seeking their new favorite place.
Jonah was softer for me this time, thanks to my efforts in the shower and him already knowing what to expect. One finger slipped in easily, Jonah pushing back to meet it with a whine, so I gave him another. When he’d adapted to two, I gave him three, and his tight, welcoming heat pulsed around the digits as he moaned into the skin of my neck.
I knew I’d found that spot he liked so much when he yelped out, fingers clawing into the skin at my waist. I targeted it. Jonah writhed in my arms, his hips wanting to both push against me harder and also pull away, chasing and evading the pleasure overwhelming his beautifully sensitive body.
“More,” he gasped into my neck. “Need more, need you.”
“Want my cock, little rabbit?”
Jonah nodded.
“Tell me, then. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Jonah moaned, his grip on my skin tightening in his frustration. My hand stilled, leaving him full but without friction. His hips rocked, trying to chase it again, trying to spur me into movement without asking. My hold tightened to keep him still and unsatisfied.
With a long, exaggerated groan, he thunked his head roughly against my collarbone. “Just fuck me already, you dick.”
“Now, now, that’s not how you ask for something, is it?”
There was a displeased huff, and I thought he’d give in, but then his teeth were biting down roughly on the curve of my shoulder and I jolted with a groan. Sneaky rabbit.
My fingers slipped out of him and he whined softly, shifting onto his back, legs spread wide and ready for me, his face pink with his blush but a cocky smile on his lips like he thought he was about to get exactly what he wanted.
“You wanna play dirty, baby?” I smiled down at him, and his own smile turned downward into a pout. “Forget telling me what you want, now you’re gonna have to scream it.” I grabbed both of his hands, pulling them above his head until they pressed against the headboard of my bed. “If your hands leave this spot, I’m not fucking you tonight.”
Before Jonah could reply, I was moving down his body again, my hands spreading his legs wider, and I swallowed his cock until my nose pressed against the neat curls at his base. He cried out, hips bucking up into my mouth, but his hands stayed exactly where I’d put them.
I moaned at the feeling of him in my mouth, my throat, the taste of him on my tongue. I sucked up to his tip, and plunged my fingers back inside him again, completely intending to overwhelmmy little rabbit. My tongue piercing teased over his slit, then I took him to the back of my throat again, while my fingers pumped into him fast and hard.
“Fuck,fuck!Gonna… mnn…”
I stopped. My fingers left his opening, my mouth sucked off of his dick. Jonah sobbed, his hips stuttering, unsure if they wanted to chase the heat of my mouth or seek the lost fingers. His cock and hole both twitched in need. He made another sound, desperate and needy, as his orgasm retreated, the peak of his pleasure ripped away from him before he could obtain it. “Fuck you,” he panted.
“Not with that attitude,” I smirked, nipping at his inner thigh.
“Nng. You’re the worst!” he told me with a heated glare, but his hands were still on the headboard because he still wanted me to fuck him.
“Mhmm,” I hummed in agreement, nipping at his skin again.
