Page 27 of Wild Reckoning

Stewart’s hard shaft.

“Oh, shit.” He bucked into the tight fist, biting back a loud gasp, and then he closed his eyes and balled his hands into the blanket.

“Is this what you need?” Killian gently bit Stewart’s Adam’s apple then licked away the sting. “Or do you need more?” he growled into Stewart’s ear.

The ability to think was fading quickly. Stewart had become nothing more than exposed nerve endings. Killian’s breath ghosted along the ridge of Stewart’s ear. “You didn’t answer me.” His fist pumped Stewart’s cock. “Handjob, blowjob, or do you need to get fucked?”

“F-f-fucked.” Stewart writhed on the bed, so close, but Killian’s grip wasn’t tight enough.

“You got any lube?” His hand slowed to long strokes on Stewart’s dick, loosening his grip further.

“Shit, I-I don’t have any.” He fucked Killian’s grip. “Tighten your fist.”

“Got something even better for you.” He pushed down the bed, taking Stewart’s sweats and underwear with him.

Stewart couldn’t stop his heavy breaths as he watched the guy’s descent. Killian tossed the clothing aside then gripped Stewart behind his thighs, bending his legs to his chest.

It had become impossible to hold back his gasps and moans. Stewart mewled as Killian licked him from taint to hole, lapping at him like he’d become the guy’s favorite meal.

“Oh shit. Feels…feels so good.” Stewart gripped behind his knees, spreading himself wider and grinding his ass on Killian’s skilled mouth. “I want you to fuck me so badly.”

Thick fingers slid inside Stewart’s hole, thrusting like they were a fat cock.

Stewart’s words were nonsensical, chopped and blended words and noises. His brain was being shredded by Killian’s tongue and lips.

Holy goddamn.

Killian moved upward, his tongue trailing along, bathing Stewart’s balls, sucking them in and lashing them. He continued to ascend, the flat of his tongue tracing up the side of Stewart’s veiny cock.

Then he engulfed Stewart’s erection down to the base. Pulling up, he sucked on the head, flicking his tongue over the slit. The need to blow intensified when Killian took Stewart’s cock back down his throat, his fingers in Stewart’s ass never relenting.

“Fuck!” Stewart gasped, his back bowed, turning inside out as he came. Killian swallowed his seed then slid up Stewart’s body, latching onto his neck. The suction only made his cock pulse harder.

“Gimme,” Stewart whined. “Need your cock in my mouth.”

Killian’s fingers slipped free. As soon as they were clear, Stewart tackled him, making Killian chuckle as he freed his massive cock, palming it for Stewart.

Turning onto his hands and knees, Stewart lapped at the salty pre-cum. He moaned around the hard shaft, sending vibrations down the length.

“Motherfuck.” Killian drew the word out, his eyes closing. He stroked his cock as Stewart took as much as he could into his mouth.

“Suck it, baby,” Killian panted. “Feels fucking amazing.”

Stewart palmed the man’s balls, tugging gently on them. He bobbed his head up and down, creating a tight suction. He needed to get Killian off soon. His damn jaw hurt.

As Stewart bobbed his head faster on the guy’s cock, he shoved his fingers into Killian’s mouth. Then he pulled them free and worked the wet fingers into the man’s ass.

Killian shot off like a rocket, bucking his hips as he held on to Stewart’s head, fucking his mouth until he had nothing left to give. He collapsed back down, his legs falling to the sides like they were made of rubber.

Stewart tumbled down with him, his heart racing like crazy. Screw cuddling. They were too sweaty.

Killian turned then pulled Stewart to his chest.

“Ack!” Stewart tried to get free, but Killian held him in a vise grip.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“You’re all sweaty.” Stewart laughed, attempting to escape again, but the guy just wouldn’t let him go.

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