Onyx let out a wicked chuckle. “Eager little slut, aren’t you?”
Onyx took a step closer, bringing his dick nearer to Luther’s mouth. Prominent veins ran up the thick shaft. The flushed head called to Luther’s mouth. A bead of pre-cum gathered at the slit and beckoned to Luther to lick it up.
“Please,” Luther whispered, pulling against Onyx’s grip. He stuck out his tongue, already imagining the salty taste dancing on it.
Agonisingly slowly, Onyx guided Luther’s head closer to his dick. Luther stretched his tongue, desperate and eager, wiggling in the air as he inched closer and closer.
Finally, his tongue made contact. He moaned, eyes drifting shut as he lapped at the tip before swirling his tongue around the crown.
“Fuck,” Onyx breathed, fingers tight on Luther’s skull as Luther slid his tongue around and around. He teased the slit with a moan.
The hand in Luther’s hair loosened but didn’t release entirely. “Suck me,” Onyx growled as he stepped in closer.
Luther didn’t need to be told twice. He opened his mouth, and the velvety smooth skin of Onyx’s length slid along his lips as Luther took Onyx’s dick into his mouth. His tongue ran along the veins and ridges of Onyx’s cock. Luther sucked, cheeks hollowing. He bobbed his head up and down.
“Mountain spirits.” Onyx choked. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Onyx let go of his cock. He rocked his hips as Luther sucked him, his length sliding in and out of Luther’s mouth.
Luther closed his eyes, giving himself over to the leathery, earthy scent of Onyx, the musky, salty taste on his tongue, the feel of Onyx’s fingers tugging his hair, and the groans and grunts of pleasure that fell from Onyx’s lips.
Onyx guided Luther faster, the sounds he made growing in volume as he thrust into Luther’s mouth. His hand in Luther’s hair trembled. More and more pre-cum spilled into Luther’s mouth.
Luther increased the suction. He tried to take Onyx deeper, keen for Onyx to spill his seed in Luther’s mouth. Luther promised himself he would not miss a single drop.
Suddenly, Onyx’s hand gripped Luther’s skull tight. But instead of flooding Luther’s mouth, Onyx tugged Luther backwards off his cock.
Luther whined as Onyx flung him back on the settee, releasing his grip from Luther’s hair.
Onyx panted. His wet dick, glistening from Luther’s spit, hung between his thick thighs. Onyx wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and squeezed.
“No.” Luther cried out. He leaned forward, reaching for Onyx’s cock.
But Onyx put a hand on his shoulder and shoved him back. He tucked his cock away but didn’t do up his trousers.
What the fuck is happening?
He could practically taste Onyx’s sweet spend on his tongue.
Onyx took a deep breath. “You still need to be punished for your disrespectful behaviour. Only then do you get my cum.”
ChapterForty-Five
Within a handful of seconds, Luther had been manhandled until he was bent over Onyx’s lap. His legs hung free beside the settee whilst his face pressed against the fabric of it. Luther’s sweaty, naked skin slid against the warm leather of Onyx’s trousers as he wiggled.
“Stop squirming.” Onyx slapped Luther’s bare arse.
Luther yelped at the same time as his dick jerked, wedged between his stomach and Onyx’s thigh.
Luther obeyed and held still, awaiting the next fall of Onyx’s hand. His toes curled against the carpet in anticipation. The muscles in his calves and thighs tensed.
Onyx’s hand smoothed over Luther’s arse. “You’ve lied and deliberately tried to piss me off from the moment we met.” Onyx’s hand paused. “Now I’m going to take out all my anger and frustration on this sweet arse of yours.”
Onyx’s palm lifted away. Luther held his breath.
Onyx smacked Luther. He smacked him again. And again.
Luther groaned, rubbing his face against the fabric of the settee as Onyx landed blows, one after another, alternating between his left and right arse cheek.