Page 67 of Malice

“Next to me.”

“Okay.”

The bed shifts from his weight as he crawls in. I roll to my side, desperate to feel his warmth, but moan with dissatisfaction when I claw at his clothed chest.

“Naked.”

Aster chuckles. “Are you sure, Hud? You’re barely awake.”

I rub my face in the crevice between his pec muscles before forcing my eyes open. “I know what I’m doing. I want to be close to you. I know it’s weird and needy, but?—”

“It’s not. I want that too.”

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat as Aster sits up enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor. I immediately grip his muscles and latch on to the brown disk of his nipple, sucking as if I expect to be fed.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, fidgeting with the zipper of his jeans.

I reach down to help, exhaling with relief when I get my hands on the hot, hard flesh between his legs. Guess I found my second wind. “Your dick is amazing.”

He huffs as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and bumps his hips into my grasp.

“You’re amazing, Hud.”

He bites at my neck until he makes his way to my mouth, claiming me and flicking his tongue out to find mine. I return his kiss, rubbing against him, before he breaks away and nibbles his way down my torso, settling between my legs.

Aster makes quick work of my briefs before he rubs his nose into my pubes and gently massages my heavy balls between his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Tell me you want this,” Aster murmurs as he grazes his teeth along my inner thigh. “Tell me with words.”

“I want this, Aster. I wantyou. Promise.”

“Thank fuck.”

He practically swallows my cock whole, coaxing a surprised yelp out of me as his hot mouth engulfs me. As he sucks me, his throat constricts around my girth, and the sensation is enough to make me jackknife off the bed, but he holds me down with his strong, steady hands.

“Asterrrrr.”

He moans, swallowing again and pushing my legs apart. I end up brazenly draping them over his shoulders and fucking his throat with everything I’ve got while he reaches up and tweaks my nipples. My body comes alive with a thousand sparks and the urgent, opposing need to push harder and back away at the same time to make it last longer.

When Aster reaches under me and lifts my hips, dragging his tongue from my shaft to my taint to my hole, the noise that bubbles out of me shocks me. It’s guttural, like it lives in a part of me never accessed until now, and all I can do is shiver and tangle my fingers in Aster’s thick hair.

He eats me like I’m his last meal, and I melt into the bed like a boneless rag doll, only able to whimper and moan as Aster expertly takes me apart stitch by stitch. My balls tighten as a coil of heat wraps itself around my insides.

“Fuck,” I moan. “Aster. Oh god.”

Instead of showing me any mercy, he closes his mouth around my cock again, slurping and sucking until I stop fighting it. The orgasm that tears through me is so powerful it leaves me unable to make a noise, breathless and taut as pleasure rattles my body.

White stars flash behind my eyelids as I writhe under Aster, pumping my release down his throat. He doesn’t let up at all, taking every drop I give him until I’m oversensitive and pushing on his head.

He releases my cock, laying his head on my thigh and rubbing my lower belly. After a few seconds, he murmurs, “I’m so screwed.”

“Screwed?” My mind is still so hazy I can barely make sense of his comment. “What?”

“You’re addictive, Hud. Your cum tastes like fucking candy, and I’ve got a wicked sweet tooth.”

A strangled laugh escapes me as relief floods my insides. “For a second, I thought you regretted me.”

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