Joker (Hell's Ankhor #8) - Aiden Bates Page 0,34

my mouth all over him. But before I could make a move to do just that, Joker started popping the buttons on my flannel, and that got me too distracted. He pushed my shirt open, then started kissing me again as his hands roamed restlessly over my chest. I let him take control and slid my hands over the muscled planes of his back as he kissed me.

Then he broke the kiss, but only to draw his mouth over my neck, then my collarbone, then lower to swipe the flat of his tongue across my nipple.

“Fuck, Joker,” I said, every muscle in my body clenching as the hot swipe of his tongue sent pleasure sparking across my skin. He hummed, realizing how sensitive I was, and did it again. I groaned and dropped my head heavily back against the back of the couch.

Then before I realized what was happening, Joker went lower. And lower.

Until he slid off the couch and onto his knees on the floor. Squeezed between the coffee table and the couch. He gripped both of my thighs, and slid his hands up as he mouthed kisses on my abs.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as I swallowed hard. I dug my fingers into the muscle of his shoulders, and Joker made a low sound of satisfaction as he pressed closer.

“You don’t have to,” I managed to choke out. I’d thought if anything was going to happen tonight, we might just make out a little bit and then maybe, if I was really lucky, set up a date. But now that I had Joker on his knees in front of me, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good his mouth would feel around my cock. My dick jumped in agreement. But I didn’t want him to think this was what I expected.

“I want to,” Joker said. Heat shot down my spine. “You gonna let me?”

Then he glanced up, blinking up at me through his long lashes—I’d never noticed how long they were, fuck—and he looked so eager, so unlike the cagey, closed-off guy I was used to dealing with. How was I supposed to turn that down?

“Jesus Christ,” I said. “Yeah, you want to?”

“Been thinking about it,” Joker admitted, and fuck, if he started talking like that, admitting he’d been fantasizing about me, I was going to end up lasting a grand total of thirty seconds. If that.

“Go on, then,” I said.

Joker grinned at me, then popped the button on my jeans and slowly—devilishly slowly—slid the zipper down.

I expected him to pull my shorts down as well, but instead, he simply pressed his mouth to the hard line of my cock through the cotton and exhaled. And—fuck. Fuck, even that felt almost unbearably good, hot and a little wet and the promise of more.

I kept one hand on his shoulder and raked the other through his hair a little roughly. He didn’t seem to mind, though, if anything he moaned a little like he liked it. Then he ran the flat of his tongue over my cock, still through the cotton, soaking it with his spit. Pleasure settled low in my gut, mixed with anticipation and want. An intoxicating combination. I sank deeper into the couch.

Then, finally, Joker hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down, just enough to free my cock. It sprung free and slapped heavily against my belly, and Joker’s eyes widened a little. He didn’t waste any time, though. He repeated the same motion he’d done through my shorts—leaned forward, dragged his tongue up the length of my cock.

Jesus. The contact was so good. So hot and wet. And he didn’t tease me any further—as soon as his mouth reached the tip, he sucked it into his mouth.

“God, fucking hell, Joker,” I moaned as I tightened my grip in his hair. He hummed around my cock in acknowledgment, and the vibrations made me nearly choke with how good it felt. My toes curled on the hardwood.

Then Joker sucked my length down… and down… and down.

All the way. All the fucking way into his throat.

I gasped as the hot, silky heat of his mouth enveloped me, the pleasure taking my brain entirely offline. It felt so good, unlike any blowjob I’d had before, and he did it so easily. Went so deep his nose was pressed against my pelvis. And from the way his eyes fluttered closed, he liked it.

I groaned as he sucked hard, swallowed around me, then pressed his tongue