Page 69 of Beautifully Complicated

I’ve never seen anything sexier.

How is this man mine?

I let him out of my mouth with a soft pop and lick a stripe from root to tip, covering my tongue in his woodsy, salty flavor. Then I press his cock up to his stomach so I can suck his balls.

Using a gentle suction, I pull first one, then the other, into my mouth. Kier hums softly as I cover them, swirling my tongue around and between them so he feels me everywhere. Then, for good measure, I seal my lips around one and pull my head back to give it a tug.

Kier gasps then groans, a sound that my cock responds to so forcefully I have to open my zipper and let it out. But I don’t touch it since I want all my focus on him.

I let Kier’s dick fall from his stomach and wrap my lips around the crown, sucking gently as his head presses against the wall behind him.

“More Leanbh,” he rasps as his hips get bolder. “More.”

Figuring I’ve edged him enough, I oblige, sinking over his length until my nose brushes his pelvis. I look up to find his heated eyes taking in the carnal scene, and nearly come.

Kier’s eyes have a vivid, almost icy blue ring around wide pupils, jaw locked tight as his throat bobs on a swallow. It looks like it’s taking every last bit of his strength to hold on, and it’s such a sinful sight my balls draw up tight, threatening to burst. I could hold my dick in hand—not even stroking it, just enclosing it in a light grip—and I’d blow. Instead I dig my fingertips into Kier’s thighs, holding onto them so I’m not tempted to grab my shaft.

“Do you know how often I dreamed of having your lips wrapped around my cock again?” His fingers massage my scalp. “Watching you swallow me. Seeing the bliss on your face even though it’smydick in your mouth—that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I hum around his cock, whether to thank him for or merely just acknowledge the praise, I’m not sure, but it makes him groan with unabashed desire.

Bobbing on his cock makes it hard to breathe, but taking him to the back of my throat damn near chokes me. Still, I don’t relent. Nothing matters but taking this man to nirvana and hearing my name on his lips as climbs higher and higher.

Jaw aching, eyes watering, I hollow my cheeks with each pass, sucking as hard as my depleted lungs will allow. When that first rope of cum hits the back of my throat I take him deep and swallow around his length, pulling out every last drop as he gasps around stilted efforts to moan my name.

Feeling him pulse in my mouth has my own dick valiantly trying to join his, precum leaking from my slit as it twitches in midair. Then suddenly, as Kier gives a final, prolonged groan, it bursts.

I let go of Kier’s thigh and wrap my hand around my length, I think in an effort to stop the inevitable, which doesn’t work in the least. My cock throbs in my palm, filling my hand with my own release, and the feral moan that spills from my throat vibrates around his dick, making it quiver anew.

When I’ve milked him of every last drop I let him fall from my mouth, resting my head against his thigh as his fingers tenderly cradle my head. Several long minutes pass before either of us dare to do anything other than breathe, and Kier tips my head up by my chin so he can see my eyes.

“You’re shaking,” he says.

“I—yeah.”

“Are you okay?” The icy blue ring still surrounds his pupils, but instead of lust his eyes hold nothing but love.

“Perfect.” I smile lazily.

“Are you…” I think he intends to ask me if I’m sure, but he catches sight of my hand, coated in my own cum.

“I tried to stop it before I made a mess.” I lift my shoulder in an attempt to shrug but don’t have the energy to complete the act.

“Wait, that’s… Sucking my cock made you come?” He blinks in disbelief.

“Yeah,” I say dreamily, since my brain is too fogged to think properly.

“Leanbh,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “That is so hot. And beautiful. You make me want to ravage you and hold you at the same time. How is that possible?”

“I don’t know.” Since my mouth is still right next to his dick I give it a chaste kiss, remembering only as I taste the remnants of his release on my lips that mine is still in my hand.

No point in letting it go to waste.

I slide my slippery fingers between his cheeks, probing gently at the hole I told him I’d be buried in later.

He stiffens briefly before relaxing. “What are you doing?”

“Prepping. I—oh shit.” I pull my hand back, going from post orgasmic haze to high alert in point two seconds. “I’m sorry. I didn’t get any in you, I swear. And I’m clean. I got tested after Denver, and I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

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