Page 59 of Dirty Martini
“I love getting eaten out,” he confesses in a rush, cheeks positively flaming red.
It’s suddenly hard to swallow as a spike of lust shoots through me. “Yeah? You want to ride my face, baby?”
“Would you…” He hesitates, squeezing my shoulders. “Would you let me?”
I consider it. My first time with a man has only been with him, but I’m not a stranger to eating someone out. A part of it seems supremely intimate. The idea that I’ll be touching and sucking and kissing his most sensitive spot makes a possessive thrill overtake me. To think of bringing him pleasure like that causes a dribble of precum to leak from my aching cock.
“On your stomach,” I instruct, smirking at the speed with which he flips over. I tease the band of his underwear, lifting and snapping it against his lower back.
“Rhys…” His voice trembles softly.
“Shh,” I coo as I start to expose his luscious ass. “Just close your eyes and relax. Let me make you feel good.”
He nods, looking over his shoulder only once before resting his head on the pillow.
“Christ, this ass,” I groan as I palm his taut cheeks. Spreading them, I gaze at his tight ring that’s just crying out for some attention. “What a pretty little hole.”
“Rhys?”
“Yeah, baby?” I lean down, biting gently on one ass cheek before moving to the other. “Fuck, so beautiful.”
“How… How can you say that?”
“Say what?” I mumble distractedly, running my nose up and down his crease.
“You’ve never been with men before. How are you so okay with this?”
My eyebrows pinch. I don’t particularly want to get into this now when I’d rather be feasting on his ass like an all-you-can-eat buffet. But when he looks at me again with concern on his face, I give in.
I crawl up his body and drape myself over his back, running my hands up and down his bare sides as I brush my lips against his ear. “Are you asking why I’m attracted to you?”
Some could say that my magnetism toward Everest spawned from hate. That the blistering emotions I felt for him would either end in me killing him or fucking him, so I chose the one that wouldn’t result in me behind bars.Again. That’s what I would have said days ago, but we’ve moved on. Because of that, things are different.
Now I can see clearly without the fog of hostility, and I know that it was always more than that. Physically, I found him attractive. Shiny blond hair, big green eyes, a face that’s worthy of being plastered on magazines. And even after years, the affection I held that always lingered around him was present. I’ve always wanted to take care of him, make him happy, and on a subconscious level, I wanted that to still be true.
I take in his face—worry, fear, nerves—and realize what he’s truly afraid to ask.
“You’re not an experiment,” I promise, peppering kisses on his cheek. “If I had to choose to figure this part of myself out with someone, I’d pick you again.”
He smiles sweetly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I assure him, running a finger against his lips. When he pops it into his mouth and sucks, I rut against his ass. “Damn it, Ev. Who could resist this?”
I slip my finger from his mouth with one destination in mind. Teasing his hole, I apply only the slightest bit of pressure that makes his mouth pop open with a breathy sigh. “Fuck me.”
I shake my head with a little chuckle, moving down his body, and making sure to kiss every inch of bare skin I can find. The freckles on his shoulders, the divot of his spine, the outline of his hips. “I told you. I’ve got this. Let me take care of you.”
When I reach my prize, I pull his ass cheeks apart and replace my finger with my tongue. I take one long lick, wet and sloppy, and I revel in the way he lifts his hips and shoves his ass in my face. Giving him a few teasing kisses, I nibble on the skin around his entrance, wrapping my lips around him and sucking. Everything about his taste is incredible and moan-worthy, enough to make my eyes roll to the back of my head and a choked groan to escape my chest.
“Rhys, yes,fuck,” he cries, reaching a hand back to pet my hair. “Oh, you’re so good at that.”
I pull back and admire the slippery wetness and the way he’s loosened up for me. So pink and pretty. At the sight, I want to do something else. I like Everest sweet and docile—begging for me—but I also crave seeing how filthy he can be. I think back to when I saw him fucking himself with his dildo. The frantic way he was trying to come, the dirty words he shouted to himself, how he took exactly what he wanted.That’swhat I want.
I flip over until I’m on my back and haul him toward me by his hips. He startles, floundering for a second and catching himself with his hands. I ignore his pleading cock in favor of tipping his body at just the right angle. “I want you to ride my face.”
“W-What?” he stutters, bracing his hands on my chest, raising his hips to keep my prize away from me.
“You heard me,” I growl, slapping his ass. “I want you to sit that tight ass down on my tongue and ride it until you come.”
