do, a lot. And I often go long periods without eating. It results in a decent body.”
I watched him peel his shirt off, baring those delicious abs. “No, it results in a glorious, divine, absolutely wicked body.”
“If you say so,” he murmured.
I tugged at his briefs, and he lifted to let me slip them off. And then he was naked, and his cock was curled like a comma against his thigh, not quite completely flaccid—which meant the giant bulge I’d seen before was just…him, flaccid. God, he had an amazing dick.
I ran my hands up his thighs and watched him tense. “Don’t say anything, Rhys.” I kissed his leg, just outside and above his knee. “Unless it’s my name, or to tell me how good it feels.”
“Shit,” he muttered. “Why, Torie?”
I held on to the outsides of his thighs and kissed up near his right hipbone. “I told you. I want to. This has nothing to do with our conversation; that whole are we/aren’t we, will we/ won’t we thing. I know what I want, and I know the time for it is not this moment. This is…just me being horny, and you being here.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” he hissed, as I kissed his belly, above his navel. “I want—”
“I don’t care what you want,” I interrupted. “Not right now. Right now, I’m doing something I want to do. And what I want to do is suck your cock until you don’t know who the fuck you are.”
I kissed his other hipbone, and I felt his cock against my cheek, felt it firming.
“Oh-shit-oh-fuck,” he breathed.
I laughed. “I haven’t done anything yet.” I pulled away, looked up at him. “By the way, yes, this will be the first time I’ll have done this, from start to finish. So…I hope I do okay.”
His laugh was a hoarse bark of disbelief. “Oh, something tells me you’ll do fucking amazing. Everything you do is fucking amazing.”
I smiled at him. “Good answer, Rhys.”
His hands lifted, fluttered, as if he didn’t know what to do with them. Kneeling between his thighs, I took his hands in mine. Lifted them to my face, guided his fingers to slide into my hair. Smiled at him.
“Just enjoy it, Rhys. And if you’re so inclined, repay me in kind, at a later date. Maybe surprise me with it. I give you permission, right now, open-ended permission to do that to me, whenever you want. Without question.”
He just nodded, swallowing hard. “Oh—okay.” He shifted, moving his hips, digging his fingers deeper into my hair. “Not in my nature to just sit back and enjoy things.”
“Then this will be a lesson.” I bit my lip around a heated grin. “Now, I’m done talking. I have other uses for my mouth.”
“I like you a little bossy,” he murmured. “It’s fuckin’ hot.”
I shifted closer. His cock was mostly straight now, but still more limp than erect. I palmed his thighs, ran my hands up and over his hips to cup the upper portion of his ass. I kept my eyes open, on his member, slowly bringing my mouth to it. Tilted my head to the side, opened my mouth…and took him between my lips. Flesh, salt, heat. He let out a breath, soft and slow.
I moved my face to bring him away from his thigh, and took all of him into my mouth—he was still small and soft enough that it was possible. I touched my tongue to his balls, licked up to his tip. Used my tongue to gather him back into my mouth. Felt him hardening in my mouth, engorging against my lips.
His hands snarled in my hair, and then loosened, and he gathered my long thick hair away from my face, taking the mass of it in one fist—I had enough hair that he could and did wrap the glossy black sheaf around his fist so his grip against my scalp was tight and firm.
God, that was hot.
His other hand cupped the back of my neck, encouraging but not applying any pressure.
Oh god, he was growing fast. Inches of cock expanded between my lips. My hands slid back to his thighs, and then I cupped his thickening length in one hand, stroking it as I licked and suckled the tip.
More, then. Harder. God, so much cock. I backed away and stroked him slowly, my other hand curling under his balls and massaging them—I knew he particularly liked that. In fact…
I took them into my mouth, tickled by the small dark hairs but