Page 55 of Thawed Gladiator Thrax

“I want pecks and kisses and you, Thrax. Dear God, I want you in every way I can have you. I want you to look at me as you’re looking at me now, and I want it forever. I want my body to burn for you like it does now, and I never want it to stop. I want thisurgent, desperate feeling to have you inside me. I want to taste you. Tell me, how have I managed to wait to discover how you taste?”

His eyebrows flash. Perhaps this stunned him, but I can’t stop spilling my thoughts and desires. This isn’t my usual anxious word vomit. It’s the opposite. My thoughts are so important, it’s urgent that I tell him every single one.

“I want you inside me. I want to make you feel good. I want…” I need to stop, but there’s one more thing. Not something I want, but something Ineed. “I need to hear it again, Thrax. I need to hear—”

His eyes soften and seem to sparkle in his beautiful face, but he doesn’t hesitate. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Skye. You’ll never need to ask. I’ll beat you to it every time.”

Yes.That’swhat I need.

Perhaps because I just told him everything I want, I got clarity on what should go to the front of the line. I’ve been one orgasm up on him for days. I need to return the favor.

“Need help with that zipper, gladiator? Because if those pants aren’t down around your ankles before my knees hit the floor, I’ll tear them off you.” Well, that’s one way to get things started.

He huffs out a surprised puff of air, but I’ve never seen him scramble so fast.

I ease to my knees, my eyes on his cock the whole time, so I get a bird’s-eye view from all angles.

“That’s one pretty cock. Thrax.”

He looks confused and I realize he must think I’m talking about barnyard fowl.

“Phallus,” I correct. “That’s one thick, dark, pulsing, magnificent phallus. And oh, it’s dripping. Let me wipe it off for you.”

Leaning closer, I use my tongue to swipe the drop of pre-cum from his tip. My man doesn’t disappoint. He grips my shoulders—a bit too hard, though I love it—and moans at that swift little touch. Oh, sucking him off is going to be fun.

I flick my tongue in his little slit and he hisses with pleasure, then widens his stance. Okay. I’ll take that as a hint.

Bending lower, I lick down the underside of his cock in one long, slow line, then breathe on his balls. He locks his knees, loosens his death grip on my shoulders, and I assume he’s going to hang on for the ride of his life.

Chapter Forty-Three

Thrax

I’ve never had a mouth on my phallus before. It’s bliss, even though she’s not even touching it right now. She’s taking turns bathing my balls in moist heat, making me want to order her to get on with it, though I would never do such a thing.

With a lusty hum, she licks my balls as though she wants to taste every part of me. Her little tongue flicks, then licks and then she mouths me.

“Ah!” She covers her teeth with her lips and nips the soft skin there. Not quite pain, just… so good. I tense when her teeth scrape on my most sensitive parts, but she doesn’t harm me, just teases until it takes all my power to remain standing upright.

She calls it a cock. I like that name. The word sounds hard, which it is whenever I'm around her. Right now, it’s dripping, desperate, though I don’t want her to know she’s driving me to insanity. Now that she’s licked my balls, she cups them as she sits back on her heels and looks at me through her lashes, a challenging smile on her face.

“I think…” I smirk, “You missed a spot.” My cock underscores the point by choosing this moment to bob at her as though nodding to agree with me.

“How thoughtless of me. Here. Let me get that.”

She grips me by the root, lifts onto her knees, and feeds my cock into her mouth. I wouldn’t have guessed she could take me this deep, but she makes a valiant effort, then tightens her lips and bobs on me.

Squeezing her shoulders, I moan my pleasure. I’m gripping her too hard, I know, but how do I stand here and tolerate enough pleasure to send me sailing into the stars?

Perhaps she realizes my struggle, because she stands and wordlessly tugs my hand toward the bed. The moment I’m lying back, she presses my thighs wider, kneels between them, and resumes her pose, this time managing to swallow me even deeper. Just when I think I can’t hold myself back another moment, she pulls off me, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and grins at me.

“So far, so good?” Her tone is all innocence.

“Keep going. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

I don’t know how I managed to make a joke when what she’s doing to me feels so serious. This time she doesn’t swallow me, but gently pulls on my foreskin with her soft lips.

“I’ve never seen one of these before,” she admits.

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