Page 64 of Sugar Rush
“You don’t mean that.”
His eyes bore into mine, dark and deep and… Expectant? He wanted me to correct him, to tell him that I did mean it. I was starting to get good at this whole decoding him thing.
“You know I mean it, Kieran.” I let out a soft sigh, wriggling a bit under him only because I could feel his uncertainty weighing down on me like an anvil. “All you have to do is believe me.”
He didn’t answer me, but I didn’t expect him to. As long as he could hear me and absorb the words, he could process them in his own time. I knew him well enough now to know that was the only way it could ever work between us.
I considered adding something light and teasing to break up the tension, but when he dipped his head down to press his tongue against my hole, I gasped, my hips jerking in an embarrassing rush of intense sensation. I swear I felt him chuckle, the vibrations traveling along his tongue to pulse against me and settle in my balls.
“Fuck.” I squeaked it out, letting my head fall back onto the pillow and my hands drop limply to the bedsheets, where my fingers dug in to the soft cloth. He licked long, hot lines over me, from my hole to my taint, his saliva mixing with my slick, soaking me even more. “Kieran.”
My nerve endings were on fire as he lapped at me, teasing and fluttering his tongue against my rim, until I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against his mouth. He rewarded me by spearing it inside, fucking me with it until my chest was heaving and my dick was weeping out onto my stomach.
My back arched, displacing my hips enough that he had to shift his grip to my ass cheeks, holding me in place while he keptassaulting my nerve endings until my mind was one shiny blank screen.
“You want to come?” He asked, and I had to suck air back into my lungs to answer him.
“I-I want to come in your mouth,” I said, the words all tumbling out at once. My dick was pulsing, the base throbbing with my frustration. Somehow finding the strength to pull myself back up onto my elbows, I watched for his reaction.
“Yeah? Like this?” He lightly gripped my shaft, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he let his mouth fall open, tapping my ultra sensitive head against his tongue. A thick string of my precum clung between my slit and his tongue, shining and flickering obscenely in the low light as he jerked me just enough to keep my cockhead lightly thumping against the smooth muscle.
The way his dark eyes pierced into mine along with the way he looked licking my cock washed over me, threatening to send me into a state of overstimulation. The light taps weren’t enough, keeping me poised just on the edge, until I was moaning and begging, my thighs clenching and my toes curling.
All he had to do was slip it in, flicking his tongue against the notch on the underside of my shaft a few times while he sucked my head to have me crying out and coming into his mouth. Intense bolts of pleasure struck me from every direction, aching pulses of cum shooting into his mouth while I quivered.
Before I could even go limp from the release of tension, he was moving up my body, grabbing my chin and tugging at my bottom lip with his thumb. My mouth opened automatically, my weak arms slipping up and around his neck to hold him closer to me as he slanted his lips over mine.
My eyes widened, and I whimpered in surprise. My own cum, thick and warm, flooded into my mouth. His tongue probed me, pushing it further in until all I could do was push upmy tongue to meet his and feed some back to him. My fingernails dug into his shoulders and a moan crawled up my throat, muffled against his lips. It was an intense kiss, deep and rough with teeth, my cum sliding everywhere until I had to reflexively swallow some of it.
It was hot, having him do things to me without even asking to see if I’d like it. I loved the idea that he would just mindlessly use me for his own pleasure, that he didn’t need to be careful with me because I wasn’t some fragile little doll that would be shocked or turned off by his desires. I wanted him to give me every part of himself, no matter how intense.
As soon as he lifted off me enough to let me breathe, I realized he’d already nudged my ass apart, the plump head of his cock pressing against my slippery hole. I was soaked with slick and still a bit stretched from earlier on the beach, but the pressure of it easing inside had me gasping and scrambling to hold onto his shoulders again, my thighs coming up to clip around his hips.
“You’re already getting hard for me again,” he observed softly, flexing in a way that had his abs grinding over my semi with every slow, deep pump. The sting of being stretched ebbed away, but the sensation of being stuffed full stayed, intensifying each time he pulled out, all the way to the tip, and then opened me back up again as he pushed inside. After a few minutes of those measured thrusts, his fat head always striking my prostate on the way in, my dick was stiff and leaking again.
“I’m basically always hard for you,” I admitted, the words interspersed between the moans I couldn’t stop from coming out. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”
“Yeah?” He rasped the word out, his eyes piercing into mine as his hips smacked into me again and again. The sound of wet squelching interspersed between our grunts and groans wasembarrassing, but so sexy. “Is it as good as you thought it would be?”
“Better,” I whimpered out, lost and drowning in all the pleasure. When my eyelids fluttered closed, the feeling of Kieran’s hand clenching my jaw had them snapping back open.
“Don’t look away from me,” he ordered, his rough voice sending chills up my spine. “I want you to know who’s fucking you. Who you’re coming for,” he added, picking up the pace to batter my prostate until it was sizzling.
“I do know,” I babbled out. It was stupid because I was sure he had meant it rhetorically, but my brain wasn’t exactly performing at peak functionality in that moment. “You’re so good at fucking me, Kieran. You’re so good at making me come.”
My words seemed to send him into a frenzy as he started pounding me harder, faster, and somehow deeper, which I didn’t think was possible. I arched my back, squirming and wriggling against him for more friction as my orgasm started building up.
“You still want my knot, Angel?” He choked out, and I nodded frantically, unable to close my mouth as my balls seized up and sent cum splashing up onto my chest and stomach. “Fuck. Fuck!” He cursed as I shattered around him, clenching and squeezing as he spilled in my ass.
He finally broke our eye contact to drop down onto his forearms, rolling and bucking his hips through his orgasm, his hot groans washing over my neck and ear as my hole kept spasming around him.
Then his hips stilled, his cock buried all the way in, so deep I could feel his balls pressed against me. His knot swelled, and my body happily stretched to squeeze it tightly.
I waited out the first wave of his knot, panting and whimpering as the rhythmic throbbing zapped my sensitivenerve endings, sighing contentedly as it was punctuated by more spurts of his cum flowing into me.
Riffling my fingers through his thick locks of dark hair, I pulled his face up to mine, forcing him to meet my gaze. “Don’t look away from me,” I teased, repeating his command from earlier.
If it was hard for him to stare into my eyes and not chomp into my omega gland to mark me, then so be it. He needed to internalize that feeling, too.
