Page 54 of Nightmare For Hire
“You’re like a pretty coloring book all colored in.” I examine every inch of Cyrus’s skin I can see. “This one is sad.” I run my finger over the broken heart wrapped in string, then push on his shoulder to see his back. “Oh, a phoenix! That’s my favorite, I think.”
“You haven’t seen them all.” He drops his eyes down and lifts his brows. “Maybe you’ll find another favorite.” Cyrus shimmiesout of his pants, but leaves on his boxer briefs. His beautiful thick thighs make my mouth water. His legs are covered from hip to ankle in bright nature scenes. There’s a dragon on his left thigh, flying over a forest.
“I like dragons.” I trace over the green wings. “I just want to touch your body. You have all these lovely ridges in your stomach and I want to lick them and everything.”
“You have my permission.”
I suck in a breath. “Really? I can giveyoua blowie this time. I haven’t practiced or anything, though. No idea what I’m doing, but—”
My eyes glue to Cy’s thumbs as he hooks them into the waistband of his boxer briefs. I suck in a breath I don’t need as his penis pops free when he draws his thumbs down. I lick my lips. “And I can touch you?”
“Please. And when you’re done, I’m going to show you the wonders of eating ass.”
“Wait, you can eat that?” I rear back, not sure if I should be appalled or interested.
“Rim job. I should have said rim job.” Cyrus’s chuckle gets cut short when I press my cheek to his penis and run my fingers through his trimmed pubic hair. I love the happy trail that leads from his belly button down to his penis.
“So warm. And you smell amazing.” Granted, he smells like the soap from his shower, but the underlying scent of Cyrus is still there.
His breath hitches when I press tiny little kisses along his length, taking my time getting to know his penis. There’s a vein that runs from the base to right under his crown that makes him lift off the bed when I lick it. I don’t have a gag reflex, so when I take him down I can swallow him whole like he’d done to me.
“Nox.” His hips undulate softly. His hands in my hair feel amazing. “Do—don’t make me come just yet.”
I pop off him, grinning. “I’m doing good?”
“You’re doing amazing. But I’m not ready to come.” He tugs me back to him and makes me squeal when he flips me to my stomach. “Ready?”
“Yeah! Eat me!” I push to my knees and stick my butt out.
“Fuck. Your ass is gorgeous, Nox. Let me know if you don’t like it.” Cyrus kneels behind me and spreads my cheeks. So far so—
“Holy!” I launch forward. The touch of his tongue to my hole sends me damn near to the stratosphere. “Do that again!” I get back to my knees and spread them, lowering myself onto the bed. That way, my penis drags against the bed at the same time, giving me friction.
His tongue is back at my hole, and I practically purr. I grip the sheets and push back, trying to get more of his tongue as if that’s possible. “Don’t stop.”
Cyrus suckles and licks and slurps. He kneads my cheeks, my thighs.
Then that perfect tongue breaches my hole. “Oh! Yes!” Cyrus takes my penis in hand and pumps, bringing me closer and closer.
“Wait!”
Immediately, Cyrus stops. “Sorry!”
“What? No. Not sorry. I want to—do like those videos. With your penis.”
Cyrus presses his finger to my hole, and I moan into the bed. “You wantmeto—”
“Yes. Yes. Please.” I plead with him. “But wait! Wait! I want to look at you.” I flop to my back and bring my legs back like in that weird missionary video. “Is this right?”
Cyrus stares at me. “I. Uh. I’ve never topped before. Never been allowed to.”
“Wait. AmIallowed to—” I wave to my bottom.
He snorts. “Yeah. Just. None of my partners ever let me penetrate them. There aren’t any rules about who can top or bottom or anything. What if you don’t like it?”
I shrug. “Won’t know until we do it. Maybe you like doing it this way better?”
“Maybe? I uh…” Cyrus scratches his elbow like he does every time he’s nervous. “Ireallyenjoy bottoming. But I’m happy to do this for you.” He bends over and kisses me. “We’re just full of surprises today. And I love it. Love you.”
