Page 131 of Defend Me

“Scared of guns, Brooks?”

“I’ve never been around them.”

He quirked a brow. “Don’t people like you shoot clay pigeons for sport or something?”

“That’s a hobby for white men in tweed jackets who come from old money. I am none of those things.”

“You just wear outrageously expensive cologne and have a whole drawer of watches in your closet, which you’ve never worn.”

“Watches are for people who don’t understand that phones tell time better. Enough about that. We’re by a lake in the moonlight and it’s romantic as fuck. Are you gonna be good?”

He shook his head and pulled down the arm of my sweater so that he could arch up and kiss my shoulder. I shivered from the bite of the cold and the sensation of his lips on me. His other hand moved under my shirt and traveled up my abdomen. His fingers were cold, but I didn’t even care.

I kissed him softly and he followed my lead. It was like he was in tune with what I wanted from him. I’d barely touched his lips with my tongue before he opened for me.

Moving my hand to his jaw, I squeezed it hard enough to keep his mouth open so that I could continue to taste him without interruption. My lips wrapped around his tongue and made him moan.

When I gripped his throat, he dropped his head to the grass and met my eyes. The force of my hand might leave a bruise and I didn’t care one bit. With my legs on either side of him, I kept myself raised on my knees and stared down at him.

Goddamn, he was gorgeous like this- cheeks red, lips parted, and his hair covering his forehead just above those keen blue eyes.

“What do you want, baby?” I asked.

“I want you.”

“Mm.” Leaning close enough that our lips brushed, I inhaled his scent. “Your ass is going to look so fucking beautiful when it’s full of my dick. Don’t you think?” He nodded as much as he could.

I hadn’t bothered to bring condoms because me and Tilian already had that talk. We’d even gone to get tested again that same day just to be completely sure. I was a bit of a slut, after all, as he put it. Fucking asshole.

“Please,” Tilian whispered.

Curling my fingers inward, I let my nails dig into his throat. His lips parted, but it was the only sign of pain he showed me. “How much will it take to break you?”

“You want me to break?” he rasped.

“More than I want breath right now.”

“Then I’ll break for you, Brooks.”

“Fuck. I don’t have lube.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of it. A wicked grin twisted my lips.

“Travel sized. I respect it.”

Tilian wiggled, so I released his throat to let him go for my pants. It only took him seconds to pull my dick out. It quickly went from half-hard to fully erect just at his touch. I raised myself higher on my knees and he rose up on his elbow and licked his lips before he slid them up the side of my shaft. When he reached the tip, he used his tongue to tease me, making my hips jerk.

I cupped underneath his jaw while he released spit that slid down the length of me. The cool air chilled it as it continued its path. His tongue warmed it again as he followed it from the base back to my head. When he closed his mouth around it, I moved my fingers to his hair. He released me and returned to using his tongue up and down, around, and on my balls.

When he took me into his mouth again, I tightened my grip on his hair and kept him in place. Moving my hips back, I kept only the tip of my dick inside his mouth. His disgruntled hum sent little shocks across my sensitive nerves. He resorted to stimulating me as much as he could with his tongue.

“You’re so needy, baby.”

My sudden, forceful thrust made him grunt. His throat squeezed my dick and in combination with his firm grip at my base, I felt fucking euphoric. My eyes fluttered closed for a moment before I opened them to stare at the endless stars above us.

Tilian moaned and whimpered around my shaft, and he didn’t try to stop me or slow me down. He took it all and enjoyed it like the perfect little fucktoy he was.

I took a minute to stare down at him. His eyes were already on me. A layer of tears made the blue sparkle beautifully. When I stopped moving my hips, he dug his fingers into the backs of my thighs, begging me for more.

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