Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,42
anticipation of what we're about to do assaults me, but he's right. It's a distraction.
I'm only thinking about him.
His mouth.
The ache in my balls.
My hard as fuck dick.
"Did he ever rim you?" Jordan demands suddenly.
I shiver at the tone of his voice. It's possessive, animalistic, and greedy.
"No," I barely breathe. I've watched porn on this, both male and female, and the thought of having him in my most intimate place scares me.
Instead of a response, he grunts, and then I feel him there. His tongue flicks against me, the sensation causing my balls to tingle.
I've always bottomed for Maxim, and this feels different. What we had was sex. I'd fallen for him, always wanting more, but my body was the only thing he craved. He never worried about my pleasure, only his own.
When Jordan plunges inside my hole, I groan loudly. My body shivers at the invasion, not used to the stirring from my nerve endings. His hand glides down, palming my sac, rolling my balls aggressively. I shake as his tongue works harder at me. It's the most depraved mixture, and I can't handle the way my body bends for him.
Wanting more but also wanting to resist, I hiss, not knowing what to do or say.
"Distracted enough?"
His goading works because I let out a low growl.
"If you don't fuck me, I'm going to come before we do anything."
"We've already done things, Lux. I'm fucking your ass with my tongue, and I'm about to do it with my cock."
I grip the sheets beneath me.
He smacks my ass. "Now flip over so I can watch your face when you explode."
Moving to my back, he stares at me with rapt attention, giving me every ounce of his attention. He slides down the bed, licking a path down to my dick. His tongue flicks over the head, tasting precum, I'm sure. Lust, full and heady, overwhelms me as he sucks the tip into his mouth, teasing me.
"You're so fucking hot when you lose control," he mentions, his eyes on mine.
He lifts my thighs, placing one above his shoulder. Like this, I feel exposed. No less than when his tongue was at my ass but no less intimate either. Now, he's face to face with me, imploring, sharing a part of himself.
"Do I need to dominate you, Lux? Force you? Degrade you? Do you need me to fuck you harshly?"
My cock throbs at his words, and as if taking that as acceptance, he spreads me wide. I flinch, wanting to close my legs.
He slaps them. "Keep them open, or I'll tie up your dick."
I cringe, knowing exactly what he's talking about. There's a bow we can do. It'll stave off my orgasm, and I'm not that much of a masochist.
"Good, passerotto," he praises.
If we weren't ready to fuck, I'd ask him why he calls me that, but punishment isn't my favorite, and my cock hurts too much to risk it.
With the lube bottle in his hand, he wets his fingers. Instead of going straight for my entrance, he toys with my balls then traces his fingers down to my hole. He slowly starts entering me and reaches down to lick my tip. I growl with the duel sensation, but I can't look away from his dark locks. The need to grab a fistful of them and force him to choke on me is potent, bringing me near delirium with desire.
One finger turns into two, and by the third, his eyes are nearly black, losing their charming navy hue with licentiousness.
"Fuck me already," I mostly beg, partially demand, needing something.
He tsks at me, his face alight with humor. "Greedy, even when you're beneath me."
"If you don't hurry up, I'll be the one fucking you," I hiss, my body humming with anticipation.
He hovers over me now, his massive dick heavily bobbing. He lines it up with me, forcing me to be exposed to him in every way.
"I'll be the one fucking, Lux, and when you're at the height of your desire, you're going to scream to my name. Do you understand?"
I nod frantically, needing him to thrust into me so I can breathe again. Wanting the heat between us is easy. Successfully getting it, that's the scary part.
He slams into me in one ruthless shove. The stretching is a painful pinch, but I've missed it so much. Him inside me without barriers is as addicting as the act itself.
"Fuck!" he grunts, fully seated inside me. "I've never fucked raw."