Basil (The Brinnswick Chronicles #3) - Michele Notaro Page 0,132

him.

He whimpered and wiggled beneath me, then glared at me. I caught his foot before he could kick my shoulder, and grinned at him. “You’re just askin’ for more punishment, aren’t ya?”

He glared harder, so I bent down to take him into my mouth again, my hands wandering over his warm skin, playing with his nipples, his balls, everywhere. I brought him to the brink before pulling off and squeezing his base to stop his orgasm.

“Hiro,” he complained. “Please. Please, please, please.”

I did it one more time, and this time when I stopped, he was actually pissed.

“I’m going to murder you if you don’t let me come.”

I chuckled. “You’re pretty when you’re angry.”

He nudged my shoulder with his knee, so I caught it and kissed it before I held my hand up to his mouth and thought, Wet it, at him. He licked and sucked on my fingers with a glare, obviously still pissed at me. With a chuckle, I pulled my hand away and pressed a finger into his ass as I took him to the back of my throat again. It didn’t take long before he was ready to orgasm, and he pushed my back with his foot as if that would keep me from pulling off too soon again.

This time I let him come, and seeing him, feeling him, fall apart had me groaning around him. I swallowed every last drop and let him ride out his orgasm. Because of our connection, it felt so good to me, too, that I almost came in my pants without even touching myself.

As soon as he finished, I flipped him over onto his stomach so his wrists were uncrossed now, then I tucked a pillow under his hips, spread his cheeks and ran my tongue along his crack, making him quiver beneath me.

“Hiro,” he breathed.

“I’m not even close to being done with you.”

He whimpered at that.

My own cock was begging me to free it, but if I pulled my clothes off, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from burying my cock inside his sweet hole, and I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.

I used my tongue and fingers until he was ready for round two, then I kept going—licking, sucking, and biting on his hole. When he was close, I pulled his hips up and reached around to tug on his cock, and then he was coming again, falling apart beneath me, his magic was shooting out all over the place, and he trembled. Again, I felt his orgasm through our link and almost came again untouched.

This time, I gave him a few minutes to catch his breath, mostly because I knew if I kept playing with him, I was bound to come in my pants. He was just too beautiful like this.

“Mother of All, Hiro,” he said, still panting.

“Still not done with you.”

He groaned. “I think you already killed me.”

I smacked his ass lightly, then started pressing kisses along his skin. Since I knew he was sensitive right now, I gently caressed his skin with my fingers and mouth, running them along his back, the curve of his ass, and his thighs. I worshipped every inch of his skin, even turnin’ him onto his back again to worship his front. I could tell how much he was enjoying every second I cherished his body, and it made me smile against his skin.

He was gorgeous, and I was dying to be inside him, but I wanted him to enjoy it, so I took my time. I needed time to calm down, anyway, otherwise, I’d be coming the second I was inside him. It seemed that hours passed as I caressed every part of him.

I stood from the bed and stripped, watching as his eyes raked over me.

When his cock started to fill again, and I felt his lust stirring, I flipped him back onto his belly, then pushed him closer to the headboard and pulled him up to his hands and knees. He held onto the silk ties that were still connected to the bed and pushed his ass back in open invitation.

I held my hand in front of his face and said, “Lube,” so he muttered the spell, fillin’ my hand with lube. I slathered it on my leaking, hard cock, then pushed my fingers inside his entrance again, making him groan and push back, fucking himself on my fingers as I slicked him up.

Fucking hell, if he didn’t stop, I was going to come before