Page 36 of Holiday Scars
“God, this room smells like you.” Blade inhales and starts kissing me.
I manage to get my clothes off, our lips still locked. Then I drop to my knees to undo his belt, needing his cock in my mouth. With his briefs only half pushed down, I breathe in the scent of him.
“Christ, yeah.” Blade holds my head.
I take a moment to admire Blade’s perfectly toned body. He’s all rippling muscles and tattooed skin. My eyes trail down to his thick cock. It’s stiff, and his veins are vibrating for attention. The slit weeps precum, and my mouth waters for the taste of him.
I kiss the underside and grip the length.
“Fuck,” Blade mutters, pushing his briefs down more and stepping out of his jeans.
I take him into my mouth, all the way to the hilt, and it feels like home. I don’t care if he fucks me, I just want this.
But Blade has other ideas. He grips the base and eases it out. “Just a few more licks, baby. I want to fuck you deep and all night.”
My body tightens at that idea. I take one last taste, and we trade places. Blade is on his knees, kissing my stomach. I hold his shaved head with both hands, ignoring the soft skin and the fuzz he got rid of in the three weeks since I’ve seen him. I line up my dick so the crown kisses his lips.
He licks the tip and then opens wide, letting me slide into his warm mouth. “Christ,” I mutter at the rough texture of his tongue.
So fucking manly. So damn hot.
He takes me deeper down his throat. Pulling off, he says, “You taste so damn good. You’re my good boy, letting me suck this pretty cock.”
I’m his. Hisgoodboy.
“Now fuck my face and come in my mouth so I can bend you over and make you mine.” He nips my balls. “Forever. You’re fucking mine forever, Jett.”
His claim and the way he sucks me off make my knees weak.
“And I’m yours forever,” I say, holding his sculpted cheekbones while I fuck his beautiful mouth, the edges of his beard tickling the skin of my thighs as I sink deep into his throat.
Inch for inch, I’m bigger than Blade, so throat fucking him has his eyes watering. I wipe away the loose tears and smile at how I can devastate him the way he’s devastated me.
He keeps his eyes closed, his relaxed jaw taking my cock like this. He groans at the pleasure he takes in making me lose my mind.
“Blade, you look so good like this.” I slide out and run the tip across his lips, up and down, while he licks me. “So fucking good, down on your knees, licking every hard inch of my dick.”
He swallows my cock, and it thunders me over the edge.
“Blade...” I climax down his throat. “You’re making me come so hard.”
Every cell explodes, and every muscle ripples as I empty my balls down his throat. He drinks me greedily like he needs my cum to breathe, to live.
I guess he does. And so do I.
He lifts me up and catches me since I’m unsteady on my legs. Blade kisses me to ground me. His tongue tastes like the salt of my release, and the way it connects us is damn near shattering.
All I want to do is surrender.
“Are you ready for my cock,” he says, fisting his. “We have to go easy, I don’t have lube.”
“I do,” I admit. “I’ve been...”
“Have you been playing with your own ass?” he asks, running his hands along my chest and abs. “Missing me that much?”
“Yeah, I’ve been teasing my hole, wishing it was you. Now do something about it already.”
“Yes, baby,” he scoffs and spins me around.
