Page 75 of Mutant Mine

“You’re beautiful here, too.”

The hand that was gripping my hair drops down to touch my cheek. The tip of him rests against my lips. Gently, he encourages me to take him back inside, pushing his hips forward until he bumps against the back of my throat. He watches himself slide inside, his pupils wide and black as he pushes deeper into my mouth.

“Little bird,” Roth rumbles, in a tone that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. His thumb strokes against my lips where they’re stretched around him. “Do you like this?”

With my mouth still full, I can only nod slightly, humming my agreement. I don’t know whether it’s the idea that I like doing this for him, or the vibration in my throat, but something makes him close his eyes and hiss in pleasure.

“Enough,” he pants, pulling my mouth off him. He encourages me back onto the bed.

“Rory… I need…”

Roth holds his body over mine, straddling me with his strong thighs. He looks feverish. Roughly, he pulls off my t-shirt. He kneels back to peel off my jumpsuit and underwear, and then he’s on me — naked against my naked skin, covering me, sliding his tongue against mine at the same time as his weight falls over me.

He smells so good. Like caramel and campfires, and some deep musk which is justhim.

I feel a blissful, heated, swirling, toppling feeling. It brings me a vivid sense-memory: this is how I felt when I was fourteen years old and drank that sweet, strong homemade wine — the alcohol hitting me all at once as I stumbled outinto the kitchen garden, my face hot against the cool night air.

Now, my whole body feels unnaturally warm. My skin is hypersensitive to Roth’s touch, making me grip the sheets and gasp as he bites at my throat and presses first one slick finger, then another, so easily inside me.

Fuck. I’ve missed this feeling so badly. But it’s too much —too much, I’m going to—

“Stop,” I pant as his thumb brushes a shower of electric sparks over my clit. “Roth, stop.”

He holds still at once, and looks down at me quizzically.

“I want…” How do I say it? My cheeks are flushed. “I don’t want to finish until you’re inside me,” I whisper.

Roth strokes my hair back from my temples.

“Rory, we do not have to do anything more than this tonight. You have already given me so much more than I ever...”

“I want to,” I say again, more firmly. “I wantyou, Roth.”

He’s still hesitating. Desperate, I cover his hand between my legs with my own, and stroke our fingertips together through the wetness there. “Please. Can’t you feel that I want you?”

The look he gives me then is so intense — and then he’s on me, dragging my legs apart. The full length of his naked body against mine, his hips between my thighs, the shock of contact as he rubs the leaking tip of his cock against me… It’s an overwhelming rush of sensation.

“Little bird,” Roth murmurs against my ear. “Are you sure?”

I nod, my eyelids fluttering as he rubs up and down again.

“Say please again.” His voice is lower than I have ever heard it.

“Please,” I breathe against his neck.

Roth makes a rough, animal sound, and wraps me in his arms. I’m braced for him to start pushing inside — butinstead he rolls us over, reversing our positions so that I’m lying on top of him, straddling his hips. I steady myself with my hands against his chest.

“What—”

“It will be easier for you like this,” Roth says. “You will have more control, and can go at your own pace.”

“Okay,” I nod, grateful that one of us has an idea what to do.

“Promise that you will stop me the moment you feel any pain. Do not let me hurt you.”

“I promise.”

For a moment, I’m frozen, unsure what to do now that I seem to be in charge. But Roth has no plans to just submit. He holds my hip with one hand, and takes himself in the other — helping me to rise up on my knees, and then guiding me back down again. After a moment’s awkward shifting, we both find the right angle, and the tip of him notches inside me.

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