Page 31 of An Archer's Reckoning

He grunted. “So bossy, lordling.”

“I have yet to issue commands. Now, stop talking and start stripping.”

He kissed my lips, then hurled his shirt. The fine hairs of his chest pricked my smooth skin, and a shiver of pleasure trilled across my chest. I snaked my hands into his breeches, untied the knot, then slid them down, shimmying down with them as they reached the floor. As he stepped out, my lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, and his hands found the back of my head.

“Ayden, damnation, I’ve missed you.”

I took his length while gripping his balls, pulling them down to force his erection to stand taut and firm. That made me gag.

“The most beautiful sound in the world.”

I reached around and slapped his bottom.

“Ow! That’s abuse, it is.”

I slapped him again. His cock twitched in my mouth, catching me off guard, and I looked up.

He shrugged. “Maybe you should spank me more often.”

I pulled back. “Declan Rea, you are full of naughty little surprises.”

“Not asfullas you’re going to be in short order.”

I think my pulse tripled its speed at those words. I know my asshole puckered.

“You’re still wearing your pants,” he said. “That isn’t fair. Stand up.”

Reluctantly, I let him flop free and rose. He did the hand-shimmy thing I’d done to him a moment before, caressing my legs as he slowly—so slowly—dragged my trousers to my feet. As his mouth reached my cock, his tongue licked from root to tip, then somehow found its way into the slit. My whole body shivered.

He tossed my trousers aside and began licking up and down my shaft. He was careful to avoid my head, more tease than treat, but the wet warmth of his tongue, combined with the kneading of his hands into my buttocks, made my cock twitch and pulse like it might explode at any moment.

“Dec . . .”

His mouth closed over my head.

“Shit, Dec . . . go slow . . .”

He sped up.

“Oh, damn . . .”

My cock slapped the back of his throat. He did not gag. He simply dove again and again . . . and again.

I reached back and braced myself on the cavern wall.

One of his hands abandoned my backside and gripped my chest. He squeezed so hard, I wanted to cry out but held my tongue lest he stop.

Then his fingers clamped onto my nipple, the one without bite marks, and stars bloomed in my vision.

His fingers released me, but my eyes were squeezed shut and I missed him slather them with saliva . . .

until one slid between my cheeks.

“Oh hells, yes,” I whimpered.

He shoved it inside me.

“FUCK! Ow!”

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