Page 28 of Tears of Ruin

His knees bent, and then he was lower, pressing a kiss just below my ribs, another over my hip, his breath warm against my skin.

Richard didn’t move right away. His hands settled on my hips, grounding me. “You can stop me anytime, Noam.”

Not a flipping chance in heck.

“Okay.” My body vibrated with so muchfeelingI thought I might come apart before anything got started. And I wished it would get started. Richard was on his knees in front of me, my cock hard. Precum dotted the slit.

Anticipation coiled tight, wound so thick I could feel it in every breath. I hadn’t known it could be this intense. My freaking toes were curling as I wondered why Richard was just kneeling there.

Then his mouth replaced his hands, a slow drag of lips along my hip, his flicking tongue teasing. My legs almost gave out. I had to grip Richard’s shoulder to keep myself steady.

A sound caught in my throat, a whimper caught on a sigh.

Richard hummed, pleased, his hands gripping my thighs as his mouth moved lower. His lips parted, breath feathering over my cock, sending another jolt of sensation rushing through me.

Then he engulfed my cock.

My knees buckled.

My heart raced.

The noises escaping my throat were unintelligible.

I’d had blowjobs before, a handful of quickies, but none had beenthis good. The flat of his tongue slid over every inch of my prick, making me dizzy from sheer pleasure. Already I felt sensations coiling around the base of my spine and edging upward.

Pleasure surged through my chest, my fingers digging into his shoulders as wet heat wrapped around my cock, threatening to set my blood on fire. My body wasn’t my own anymore. Every nerve ending, every pulse, every thought was tangled up inhim.

In the way he moved, the way his tongue curled along the head, the way he moaned likehewas the one unraveling. I was going to burst, his soft groans and hums unleashing something inside of me. Something intensely primal.

Richard’s hands guided me through it, thumbs pressing slow circles into my skin, coaxing me toward that razor-thin edge of no return.

My stomach tightened.

I tried to warn him.

Didn’t get the chance.

My orgasm slammed into me, pleasure detonating behind my eyes, my vision going white as my body locked up. Richard didn’t pull away, didn’t let go, just took everything I gave him, swallowing my cock down, drawing out my climax until I was nothing but raw sensation and shattered nerves.

I sagged against him, legs trembling, lungs burning, my head a mess of static.

He pressed a final kiss to my hip then straightened, hands steadying me as I tried to get my balance.

“Jesus,” I rasped.

A quiet laugh vibrated against my skin. “That a good Jesus or a bad one?”

I exhaled, pressing my forehead to his shoulder. “Pretty sure it’s aholy crapkind of Jesus.”

His arms circled me, warm and solid, holding me without trapping me. I stayed there, head against his chest, his hand trailing slowly over my back.

“I want to go further,chaton.” His fingers drifted downward then he cupped my backside, giving my flesh a gentle squeeze.

Richard’s touch lingered, warm palms mapping the curve of my backside, thumbs tracing slow circles over my skin. Not pushing. Not urging. Just waiting for me to decide what came next.

Everything inside me buzzed like static against my ribs, nerves stretched tight as I felt his cock pulse against my stomach.

Need burned low in my groin, coiling deep as Richard’s fingers flexed against me. That single movement spoke volumes. It was a silent invitation, wrapped in a gentle promise.

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