Page 52 of Inevitable

He walked us toward his bedroom, never once breaking the contact between our lips, as greedy for it as I was. Bash kicked the door closed behind us, and carried me to the bed. He fell to the mattress on top of me, his hands roaming over the hard planes of my torso and stomach ashe kissed me with unyielding force.

His hands gripped the bottom of my shirt and whipped it off over my head in one smooth move. He covered me again, his pillowy lips returning to my neck, but it wasn't enough.

“Take it off…I want to feel you” I gasped, tugging at the shirt still clinging to his chest.

“Patience, gorgeous. If this is just for tonight, I want to take my time worshiping every delicious inch of you…” Bash lowered his head to gently kiss across my collarbone, his hands kneading the skin at my waist. He continued his teasing caresses as he traveled lower to suck my nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it and making me fall apart. I speared my hands in his hair, arching into his sinful mouth. He sucked and licked some more, pulling out my moans and gasps, and then quickly moved to the other, the wet heat making it harden too. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to feel him.

“Bash, baby…please let me feel you…” I whined, pulling at his hair gently. He lifted his head and the sexy smirk that he gave me had my heart thumping painfully in my chest.

“What do you need, beautiful? Tell me…” he asked, the look on his face scorching me alive.

“I need to feel your skin on mine,” I begged, way past the point of embarrassment.

Bash's smirk lifted into a slow smile as he reached behind him and pulled the shirt over his head. He lowered himself on top of me again, and we both groaned at the contact. A tremor ran through me at the feeling of his skin on mine, and he chuckled. “Shit baby, you feel so good underneath me…do you want more?” Bash taunted, that wicked smirk back in place.

“God, yes…give me more,” I moaned. Bash started kissing down my chest again, making his way down to the waistband of the pants I was wearing. His pants.

“Fuck Micah, I love seeing you in my clothes…I never want you wearing anything else,” Bash groaned, licking and nipping at the skin just above the drawstring.

I recaptured his hair, tugging on it to urge him on. He let out a breathy laugh, finally pulling the tie loose and hooking his fingers over the top. He looked up at my face, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulled the pants down to my calves. He then looked back down and swore softly, “Oh hell baby…were you naked under my pants all through dinner?”

Even though I knew it was obvious, I nodded slowly, eyes still glued to his. He groaned and lowered his nose to my groin, inhaling deeplyand causing my breath to hitch. “Jesus, that's so fucking hot, Micah…” he said gruffly.

“Bash…more…” I implored him, becoming unstable with the need coursing through my veins. My dick was leaking, standing at attention and ready for him.

“Do you want my mouth, gorgeous?” his eyes sparked, lust pooling in the emeralds. I could only nod, words evading me as my pulse raced and my head spun.

Bash lowered his head to my cock, licking a slow stripe over the pulsing tip and digging his tongue into my slit. I convulsed beneath him, a harsh gasp escaping me from the exquisite feeling. “You taste incredible, baby…I want more,” Bash moaned, taking the engorged head fully into his mouth and sucking hard.

“Fuck! Bash!” I cried, my back bowing off the bed. He was sloppy and inexperienced, but his enthusiasm was a fucking turn on. He continued his delicious assault, bobbing his head up and down on my length, taking me all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing. I let out a shout at the deluge of sensation. I was unhinged, thrashing on the bed because it was all too much, yet nowhere near enough.

Bash popped off my cock, enclosing it in his fist and pumping me slowly, keeping me right on the edge. “Damn baby, you're leaking like crazy…fuck, I love how you taste. If I had known this is what it'd be like, I would've tasted you years ago…”

His lewd words were fire licking my skin. “Shit…Bash, I need…”

“Do you need to come, baby?”

“Yes, so bad…” I keened, feeling so close to the edge that I was becoming feral.

Bash squeezed me a little harder, drawing out a groan from deep in my chest. “Then come for me, baby…shoot your load down my throat and let me swallow every drop of you,” he whispered harshly before taking me down in one go and swallowing once again. My release slammed into me so hard that I nearly blacked out, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I lost touch with reality.

Bash swallowed it all, the glorious suction draining me of everything I had to give. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered that I was shouting out, but I couldn't care as ecstasy rushed through my system.

When I became overly sensitive, Bash gave my limp cock one last lick and crawled back up my body, taking my lips in a bruising kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue had me groaning, the thought erotic and filthy enough to have my dick twitching slightly, despite coming just seconds ago. Bash broke the kiss, hovering over me.

“See? You taste amazing, baby.” He kissed me again, before climbing off the bed. I panicked, thinking he was done with me for the night…done with us.

“No, don't go!” I reached for him, my tone betraying my worry.

“Shhh, I'm not going anywhere, gorgeous. I'm nowhere near done with you yet,” he grinned lasciviously. He opened the top drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube.

My eyes widened, nerves and excitement fighting for dominance. I didn't know exactly what he was planning, but I trusted him. I would always trust Bash to take care of me.

He must've noticed the anxiety on my face, and he came back to the bed, laying partially on top of me. He kissed me deeply, one of his hands cupping my jaw tenderly. “Don't worry, sweetheart. I promise you'll love this…I'd never hurt you,” he assured me, eyes shining with adoration.Fuck, he's killing me with all these nicknames…

My burning curiosity got the better of me. “How do you know…you know, what to do? You're straight,” I asked him, finally feeling the embarrassment creep back in slowly.

He just grinned at me, not flustered in the slightest. “I might've done some research,” he winked at me. My eyes grew in size and I had so many questions, but they all fled from my mind as Bash hooked a hand under one of my thighs and flipped me onto my stomach in one swift move.

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