Page 5 of Summoned

“Your turn,” Sam says, walking toward me slowly with a devilish grin.

It’s suddenly hard to breathe, the air thick between us, and I bite my bottom lip as I pull my shirt over my head. Before I can unbutton my pants, he reaches me and does it for me, pulling them down to my ankles. At this point I’m trembling, but when he touches me, my skin feels like it’s on fire. I close my eyes as my cock thickens to a painful degree, and he gets even closer to me, grabbing my cock and giving it a slow tug. I hiss at the contact, feeling his callouses scraping the velvety skin of my dick. But it doesn’t feel wrong at all—in fact, I wantmore.

“Open your eyes,” Sam whispers. “Watch me, baby.”

I open my eyes, focusing on his face. The way his full bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and when he lets go of my cock, I look down. The tip of his is red and angry, the hoop through his slit shining with the soft glow of the bathroom light. I watch as he gets even closer until our hard cocks are brushing against each other, and he takes both of us in his hand.

Gasping, I let my head fall back at the pleasure coursing through me when he jerks our lengths in tandem. “S-Sam,” I moan when he thumbs the little sensitive spot under the head of my cock, and I can feel pre-cum leaking from me. “What are we doing?”

“Kaelin,” he whispers as his lips brush against mine. A shiver runs down my spine at the light touch. “Call me Kaelin.”

I frown, confused, but repeat myself. “What are we doing?”

He leans in even further, his hand speeding up, and bites my bottom lip, tugging it with his teeth. “Fucking.”

Oh, fuck.

I close my eyes, letting the sensations take over, and I realize that even though I’m nervous as hell—I’m still too turned on to put a stop to it.

“Now get on the bed.”

“Now get on the bed,” I murmur, and Jeremiah’s eyes widen.

Even though I can see the anxiety swirling in his irises, he does as I say, crossing the room until he’s lying on his bed. His light blonde hair spills onto the pillow like a halo, the slightly longer strands perfect for pulling, and my cock aches to fill him up. But first things first—prepping him. Not like he deserves it, but I don’t want him running. He’s mine to toy with. This is clearly his first time, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing. All I know is that he trusted me enough to lie down on that bed—a stupid fucking choice if there ever was one—and I’m going to take full advantage of it.

He looks like the kind of guy who is secure enough in his masculinity to let me fuck him in the ass, so I don’t have a conversation about who’s going to bottom, knowing full well he’s going to be the one to do it. I walk toward the nightstand between the beds, opening the first drawer to find lube and a thin vibrator.

Bingo.

I look over at Jeremiah, who is now jacking his length leisurely, looking right at me with an unreadable expression. A sinful smirk takes over my lips, and I climb onto the bed with him.

“Spread your legs, little human,” I whisper, and he obliges, though he frowns at the nickname. “Shhhhh,” I say before he can ask what the hell I’m talking about. “Close your eyes.”

Jer closes his eyes, his mouth opens on a gasp when I trail my fingers over his thighs, then get between them. I lean over him, lining up our cocks once more and rubbing myself against him. Before he can process what I’m doing, though, I capture his lips with mine.

The first press of our lips against each other sends a shiver down my spine, a new development—something I’ve never felt before. He parts his mouth for me, taking my bottom lip between his own and sucking on it. My cock twitches, and my eyes roll to the back of my head at the sensation of my balls drawing up into my body.

Fuck.

What the hell is he doing to me right now?

He tugs on my lip with his teeth, then lets go of it slowly. But I can’t get enough, so I do the only sensible thing and tease my tongue against the seam of his lips. He parts them immediately, letting me thrust my tongue into his willing mouth, and moans when they tangle together. We battle for dominance, but if there’s one thing about me—I always win.

I take his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down hard until I can taste blood, then let go slowly. He gasps, licking at his now wounded flesh, and I smirk. There’s blood dripping down his lip, and I can taste it on my tongue. So I’m not surprised when it’s smearing all over his neck as I kiss it, then bite hard and lick down his body.

He’s flawless, freckles dotting his shoulders, skin completely clear of tattoos. Not even one in sight. I admire it, the golden color of his skin as I kiss down his body, abs tightening under my tongue. The groan that vibrates through me as I make it to his pelvis and inhale him is animalistic, and I’ve never smelled anything better. Musk and something woodsy—like sandalwood.

“Oh, fuck,” Jeremiah whispers when I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum leaking down his slit. “Yes, please.”

“Mmmm,” I moan as I lick his shaft, getting him wet and ready for me. “More?”

“Please.”

“Beg me,” I murmur. “Beg for it.”

“Please, baby,” Jeremiah pleads. “Suck my dick. Please, I’m fucking begging.”

My cock twitches at the nickname, and I smile as I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat in one go and swallowing around him.

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