Page 66 of Ruthless Rebel

This feeling is new to me, so it’s not exactly something I know how to deal with, so when I toss aside the trash and first aid kit, I don’t move. I stay kneeling at his feet, watching, waiting. I track the remaining water droplets that run down his slick six pack to the edge of the towel, erasing themselves from existence, and suddenly my hands burn for something.

Lincoln once again captures my chin with his hand, tipping my head until our gazes can collide. His eyes are stained with lust, making my throat go dry as he asks, “Do you want something, Dark Prince?” There is no smirk on his face anymore, he knows how serious this is, and I know if I denied him, he would release me without another word.

My hands reach out to rest on his thighs, flexing around the rough material of the towel, wishing it was his skin. “I’ll probably need some guidance,” I force myself to say, my hands ever so slowly moving upward. My thumbs graze the outline of his hard cock, as I reach for where the towel is tucked in place.

“Ash, I’ve fantasized about your mouth wrapped around my cock hundreds of times,” Lincoln purrs, brushing his thumb across my lips and parting them gently. “But if you want me to tell you exactly how I like it, baby, I can do that.”

I don’t realize I’ve frozen until his other hand comes to rest on top of mine, guiding it to undo the towel. This close I can’t help but marvel at how beautiful and thick he is, as I lick my lips in preparation for the first taste. One of my hands strokes along gently, savoring the smooth feel of it against my skin, before I reach for the base and grip it, making him grunt. I stroke him up and down, enjoying the weight of him in my hand, and the short gasps that leave his lips at my touch.

When I flick my eyes up to him, he is watching me in fascination, desperate to see what I’ll do next, and I hold his stare, as I lean down and suck the head of him into my mouth for the first time. The taste of him explodes on my tongue as I start to swirl my tongue across his tip, and burn to memory every single sound he makes because of me.

When I slip my tongue into his slit, he groans, deep and guttural. “Oh, fucking hell, Asher,” he gasps, sliding his hand into my hair, and my name falling from his lips has my stomach flipping over.

His fingers flex at the base of my neck, massaging me there, as I lap the head of his cock eagerly before slowly pushing my mouth down around him. His forest-colored eyes hold me hostage, as he tightens his hold on me and slowly pushes his cock along my tongue, guiding me into sucking him. The thickness of him is unholy and masculine, as he drags himself back and forth along my willing tongue, and I note his every reaction. I want to please him, I want to suck his cock exactly how he needs it, and show him that I am just as deep in this as he is.

“Look at you, Dark Prince, look how fucking perfect you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he praises, pulling a moan from me that vibrates around his length, and forces his hand to pull me in a bit tighter. I bob my head back and forth, finding a rhythm that has him panting and pulling at my hair. “Can you feel it? Can you feel how fucking hard I am for you, baby, and how good you’re taking me. You suck me so fucking good.” Every word is gritted out, as if he can barely concentrate on anything but the feel of my mouth against him.

I feel the long length of him with every bob of my head, and from his grip in my hair, and the tightness of his body, I know it’s taking everything in him to hold back and not hurt himself, and all that does is make me want to please him more. I move my head faster, working my tongue harder, and when I look up at him again, I hold his stare, as I take the full length of him to the back of my throat. The urge to gag tries to take over me, but I breathe deeply through my nose, swirling my tongue around his underside, and holding him there until my eyes begin to water, only then do I pull back.

His thumb swipes at my cheeks, but I don’t stop, I push on until his hand takes over, gripping my hair and forcing my head back and forth along him. “Fuck, your throat feels fucking perfect,” he groans, holding himself there until the only thing I feel is, him. “Swallow, baby, I want to feel your throat closing around my cock,” he demands, and I do it on instinct, reveling in the noise that escapes him. “Yes, good boy, exactly like that.”

I pull back, not waiting to catch my breath before I do it again, and again, sucking and swallowing, until he shudders in my mouth, his thumb swiping at my tears, but I can’t stop. The taste of him is unreal, the sound of his moans are like a symphony, and the look in his eyes as he watches me suck him off, is like the devil falling in love with hell for the first time.

Spit drips from my mouth, as I pull back and swirl my tongue around his crown, sucking it roughly into my mouth before pulling back again and flicking my tongue across his slit. Sweat lines his forehead, as he uses the grip on my hair and neck to hold me in place, as he starts thrusting up into my waiting mouth. I’m sure he’s using every bit of strength he has, as he starts fucking my throat roughly, but for him I take it. With tears staining my cheeks, and my throat raw, I take it, and nothing has ever felt so fucking good. Not just because it’s him, but because I am choosing this, I want this, and no one is forcing my hand.

He hits the back of my throat again and again, tearing moans from me, as a ramble of praises fall from his lips. “Yes, Ash, so fucking good. You’re mouth is fucking perfect, you’re fucking perfect. I can’t wait to fuck you, you’re mine, fucking mine.”

When I swallow around him again, he explodes without warning, yelling loudly as he falls over the edge, with hot squirts of cum jetting down my throat, but still his thrusts don’t falter. He keeps my neck gripped, rolling up into my eager mouth, drawing every last bit of pleasure he can, until he collapses back onto the bed with exhaustion.

My throat burns from his assault, but the only thing I can wonder is when I am going to get to do that again, because Lincoln Blackwell’s cum might be the best thing I have ever fucking tasted.

I shift to stand, but then his grip is back on my chin again, squeezing it brutally, as he stares down at me and demands, “Show me you swallowed it.” As if on pure instinct, I open my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue, and the pride and lust-hazed stare he gives me will be branded within me forever. “I knew you were a good boy,” he purrs, stroking my lips, reliving every second of what we just did, before he adds, “Your turn.”

33

LINCOLN

My side is burning in pain, screaming at me to lie back and relax, but with Asher Donovan on his knees for me, with my cum still staining his tongue, I feel anything but relaxed. Every cell in my body is burning with need and passion, with the desperation to give him the same pleasure he just gave me. The thought of him sucking me off, of being the first cock that has ever painted his pretty little throat, has me aching to fuck him, but after how well he just took me, he deserves a reward.

“My turn,” Ash scoffs, his voice hoarse from taking me so roughly, and fuck does it sound good. “You’re not exactly in a position to get on your knees for me, Blackwell,” he purrs, rising to his feet and glaring down at me, and for once my last name doesn’t sound like a curse.

I can’t help but smile, taking in his lean form as he towers over me, so powerful and regal. “Who said anything about getting on my knees?” I ask, shifting myself and ignoring the agony that shoots through me, as I position myself until my head can rest off the end of the bed, and then I look up at him and wink.

“What are you doing?” He asks, slightly confused, but I ignore him, reaching my hands up and gripping his hips until I can pull him in close enough. Then I start to tug on his gray sweatpants, making a mental note to tell him that he should only ever walk around shirtless in these, because he looks so fucking good. “Lincoln,” he warns carefully, as his cock springs free, and fuck, I can’t wait to taste him.

“Do you know I love it when you say my name like that?” I ask, not sure if he has ever noticed. “It’s always filled with warning, yet I don’t think you realize, it’s filled with yearning too.” His ocean eyes burn into me, as I grip his cock and stroke it firmly up and down, my thumb following the thick vein along the underside, making him gasp. “Now be a good boy and fuck my throat, Dark Prince.”

His eyes widen at my demand, but I guide him towards my waiting tongue, lapping at the head of his cock to ease some of his tension. Then I see him looking around between him and the bed, before he places his hands on either side of my head and leans forward slightly, pushing his cock between my lips.

“Like this?” He questions with a gasp, and I nod, sucking on him eagerly, and delighting in the weight and taste of him against my tongue.

Fuck, who knew the devil himself would taste so fucking sweet.

His movements are hesitant at first, slow and unsure, as he assesses the angle of my mouth, but when my hands tighten on his hips, guiding him a little, he rolls his hips toward my mouth. Ignoring the shooting pain up my left side, I suck on him hungrily, pulling his groin back and forth on my tongue, until I am drawing gritted pants through his teeth.

“Fucking hell, Lincoln,” he moans, my name sending a thrill through my entire body, forcing me to take him deeper, yet still I feel him holding back.

I guide his cock across my tongue, hitting my throat before pulling all the way back, and letting him fall from my mouth with a wet plop. “Do you think I can’t handle you, Dark Prince?” I ask, licking him from tip to root, and using one of my hands to massage his balls. “Do you think your last name and the power it holds intimidates me? I know your brand of blackness, I am it, so hear me when I say, fuck my throat and don’t hold back, I can take it.”

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