Page 77 of Nyx
“Don’t stop. Never stop. I want you… want you. Please,” he pleads in a whisper, and my heart fills so full of him that I think it might shatter inside my chest. “I want you to have me… want you to love me.”
“Gods, I do, precious. You know that, don’t you? Just how much I love you?” My lips start slowly, kissing his until I move to his ear, where I lick and suck until he’s squirming underneath me. I chart a path along his jaw, then stop to draw on his Adam’s apple. A quiet whimper leaves him, and when my tongue drags along the column of his throat, it gets louder.
I’ve barely reached his chest when he starts to beg for more. He pleads in breathy whispers as I move down his sternum, then flick my tongue across his nipples, one at a time. I kiss every rib, worshipping both the dips between them and the places that have started to fill. “Reyes,” he breathes as I chart my way down his stomach, stopping to kiss his navel. “Katsurrel… I… more.”
“You want more?” I ask, surprised at how deep my voice comes out. I slide lower on his body to suck on hisprominent hip bone, then kiss a path along the dip in his skin underneath.
“Please?” he begs as I move to the crease of his thigh. His cock bumps my cheek as he flexes instinctively, and I hover over him, starving for more. The defined head of his pretty little cock is only inches from my lips.
“You want this? My mouth on you?”
“Please,” he repeats in a desperate exhale. “Please, please…”
“You’re so pretty when you’re needy,” I murmur as I lick across his tip, tasting the unique, almost sweet flavor of the liquid that beads there. “Love you this way… so good.”
He pushes up on his elbows once more, his skin marked with the shining pathways left behind by my tongue’s exploration. Our eyes lock, and his are pleading and beautifully desperate as I open my mouth and draw him in. We both moan, my hips jutting against the mattress as he presses up into me. I take all of him, closing my lips around his shaft as I give a soft suck. His cock is the perfect length to just brush the back of my mouth.
The quiet, pleasure-filled noises that he makes are enough to have me thrusting faster. My hips grind for some relief to this unbearable tightness as I start to move on him. Up and down, swirling my tongue around his shaft and flickering it along the ridge of his cockhead. He’s fallen flat on his back again, one hand fisting the blankets while the other pushes on my head.
I chuckle as I just hold him there, letting his cock rest against my tongue. He presses his palm against the back of my head, and I love the pressure. Love that he’s telling me what he wants, and that he’s losing his inhibitions. Littlegrunts and groans form a chorus that drives me insane, and he whines in protest when I slide off him. I’m dying to explore further, and I push his legs up as he cranes his head to watch.
“Is this okay?” I ask. He nods, but it’s obvious he’s nervous. My hands glide along his calves, soothing the tremble as I spread his knees. “You’re perfect,” I whisper, and place a kiss on the inside of his knee. He nods again, this time with more surety, and I lower my eyes.
There’s an opening at the base of his cock instead of balls, and it’s surrounded by silky, pink-tinged skin. Further down is his smooth, tight hole, and everything is glistening and wet, all the way down his thighs. “Can I taste you here?” I edge closer, the scent of his arousal almost overwhelming this close.
“Please,” he begs again, and I drag my tongue up his inner thigh, edging myself on him. I take my time, kissing and nipping at his skin, and he’s nearly crying when I press my lips over his slit. It’s nothing more than a brush of my mouth, more of a kiss than anything, but his moan is so needy it gives me goosebumps.
I scoot closer, pressing a second kiss there, one with more pressure, and then lick up his center. He moans again, arching his spine and spreading himself further for me as a rush of fluid wets my tongue. The sound is so untamed, so callously desperate, that I grind against the mattress in response.
We build a rhythm, slowly at first as I savor every heady moment. Nyx lifts his hips like he can’t help it, rocking them against my mouth. Just inside his opening is a raised spot, and I give it my attention. He draws in aloud gasp before releasing it as another of those delicious moans, and his thighs quake beside my head.
Okay, so he really likes that, then.
Everything is hot and wet, and so fucking slippery. His legs quiver and shake, jolting when I lick that spot. Feet flat on the mattress, he flexes up and rubs himself against me. He’s so lost in his pleasure that his inhibitions are gone, and I love it. Every sense is devoured by him.
His needy whimpers and louder moans.
The sweet flavor of him that covers my lips and chin.
The tremble of his thighs under my palms as I drag them along his skin.
My hips jerk against the bed, and I need more friction. I shove my underwear down and give myself a few strokes that make my eyes roll into my skull. My tongue slides lower, and I swirl it over his hole. He gasps again and spreads his legs wider, and I take it as an invitation to eat him out there, too. He starts to squirm, and I pull back, needing to catch my breath.
“Do you like that?” I ask, teasing his hole with my fingertip.
“Y-yes. It’s different… but good.”
“Tell me if you don’t.” I press another kiss to his inner thigh. “Not everyone does, and that’s okay. I always want you to be honest with me.”
“I… like it, but I like the others… better.”
“Thank you for telling me,” I say as I climb up his body to press a kiss on his lips. My tongue dips into his mouth and passes his taste between us, and he shudders as he clutches at my back. He lifts his hips impatiently, and I smile against our kiss.
“Impatient,” I tease as I drop between his legs again. My tongue drags through his slit at the same time I wrap my fingers around his cock, and his breathy moan is loud and drawn out. I explore every part of him, finding the places that make him shake and the spots that have him calling out. Thorough, not leaving anything unchecked.
His hips move quicker, thrusting through my fist as I devour him. Wild, panting breaths leave him faster, and his grip squeezes in my hair as he tries to drag me even closer. “Ka-katsurrel,” he gasps, and I moan against him as I pull off and suck his cock back into my mouth. He wails as I slip two fingers inside him, almost sobbing as he holds my head down, and I let him. My nose pushes into his skin as he jerks up into the wet suction, and his body tenses.
He sobs my name, and I thrust against the bed with the same rhythm he uses on my mouth. “Reyes,” he moans as his channel tightens against my fingers. Hot, sweet cum shoots into my throat as his cock thuds against my tongue. Another rush of slick seeps over my hand, and he whimpers helplessly as his body pulses around me. It’s almost more than I can take, and I grind against the bed, still sucking gently on his cock as he empties himself into my mouth. When he finally slumps in relief, my skin feels like it’s three sizes too small.
