Page 76 of A Deception of Courts

There was no time to ask what Duncan meant when rough hands urged my knees apart, allowing a cold breeze to kiss up against the centre of my ass. All I could do was inhale sharply.

I exhaled a guttural moan, his name coming out of me in a breathy pant.

“Take the pillow, Robin, and bite down on it,” Duncan commanded.

I opened my mouth to reply, but only a string of sounds came out. Suddenly, wet fingers were on me. Searching and tracing across my ass cheeks. Duncan urged them apart, trailing a nail around my centre. Around and around, growing closer to the sensitive skin that would turn my body to fire and melt me from the outside in.

“Bite down,” he said, cutting through my weightless pleasure. “Unless you wish for all of Berrow to hear you? I wouldn’t mind if the answer was yes.”

Fire coursed across my chest as excitement bubbled up within me. I did as he asked. Sinking my teeth into the pillow, I bit down hard.

“Good boy,” he praised.

My skin was damp from the bath with Duncan. But it was nothing compared to the wet glaze of Duncan’s spit which glistened across my ass as his tongue lapped at it, like a cat to milk. Over and over, his devouring touch hypnotised me. I was lost in a sea of indulgence. He drew shapes and symbols with his tongue, making sure there wasn’t an inch of skin left unexplored. Now and then, Duncan would introduce the soft graze of his teeth or the sharp suck of his lips as it left a bruise behind.

A mark to claim me – not that one was required. I was his, entirely.

I reached back and gripped his hair, holding him in place as he continued devouring me. My nails scratched his scalp, and I was certain Duncan growled.

There was nothing more I wished, in that moment, than to watch him. I wanted to look at Duncan’s ravenous, spit-slicked face as he ate at me like a piece of the ripest fruit. But I didn’t wish to ruin the moment with movement. I dared not do anything but expel groans into the pillow stuffed between my teeth.

“You taste divine, my darling,” Duncan said. “Do you enjoy when I fuck you with my tongue?”

I released the pillow, ready to give him an answer when said tongue dove back into my sensitive entrance. Instead of words, my scream of pleasure was the only answer I could give, the only answer he needed.

Duncan’s hand reached beneath me and took my hardened member into his grasp. My enjoyment intensified to a new, higher realm, as I became a tool in his hold. I was his instrument, and Duncan played me with confidence. His touch conjured a song of sounds that I had no control over keeping in.

Between his furious, passionate kiss that licked and nipped and the voracious rhythm of his arm as he tugged at my cock, I was moments from exploding.

The feeling came on so suddenly that I lost the will to maintain a breath. It swelled inside of me, uncontrollable. I buried my head into the pillow, muffling my cry as the rush of pleasure burst out from me.

My entire body trembled as the feeling overtook me.

Duncan pulled away slowly, only when he was certain the wave of pleasure had been drawn out to its fulfilment. I fell onto my stomach. The wet smudge of cum spread across my abdomen and the bedsheet. But I couldn’t care for anything but the feeling that Duncan had gifted me – and how I wished to make him feel it in return.

The heavy weight of a body flopped onto the bed beside me. I lifted my head an inch from the pillow and looked at Duncan through tired, narrowed eyes. His face was lit with pride. My eyes fell from his pink, bruised lips to the glistening of spit that covered his chin.

“That was fucking incredible,” I said, breathless considering I hardly did anything.

“You are incredible,” he said, mischief rolling like thunder in his eyes. “If I had to survive off you alone, I would live for an eternity. You’re the only sustenance I require, my darling.”

I swore that I could’ve gone again, encouraged just by the hungry way he looked at me. “And I would gladly be the one to provide you that sustenance if it’s like that every time.” I replied as I rolled myself onto my back. The room seemed to spin as though a lingering climax still had me in its grip. “Now would be the apt moment to gush about your godly touch and equally godly mouth.”

“But you look tired,” Duncan smirked, as if that was exactly what he wanted to happen. “Who knew biting into a pillow could be suchgruellingwork?”

“If I had the energy, I would smack you with the same pillow just to shut you up.” My laugh was natural, not forced.

“Then you should ride the wave of your exhaustion and get some rest. Come dawn, you can resume your threats when you have more energy to expend. Although, I have some other ideas of what you can do, which include a pillow put beneath your knees and not stuffed between your teeth.”

For once, I longed for the idea of sleep, just so I could wake again and do this over.

“Until tomorrow then,” I said, using what little strength I had left to lean up on my elbows so I could press my lips to his. “If you can wait that long to bury yourself inside of me.”

“Trust me, darling. I could wait until the world ends if it means experiencing such a thing.” Duncan welcomed me into his arms, his chin and mouth still glistening as though they dripped with honey. “I love you, Robin Icethorn. So much.”

“And I,” I said, eyes flickering between his. I wished for his soul to hear what I was about to say, so I searched for it before finishing. “Loveyou.”

It didn’t take long for me to fall into sleep. Wrapped in Duncan’s arms, our flesh pressed together as one, I found sleep. And this time, I didn’t fear what was waiting for me.

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