Page 36 of Forbidden Mischief
With a snarl, I grab Zayne by the neck, wrapping my hands around his throat. Shoving him against the wall, I pin him in place before taking his lips with mine.
The needy moan against my mouth is my fucking undoing.
I kiss him like he’s the last bit of oxygen, forcing him into my lungs. His hands are all over me, sliding up and down my slick body. I grunt, rolling my hips forward.
That's when I feel the burning heat of flesh against my cock. Ripping my mouth from him, I greedily suck in breaths of air, eyes wide as I look down to see that he’s got no clothes on. Nothing keeping his body from mine. The sight of him has a feral growl ripping free as I stare back up at him, deep into his damn soul. “Tell me this isn’t too soon.”
He shakes his head frantically. “It’s not. I want you, Asher.” His lips open and close, he’s hesitating.
“But,” I growl.
“I-I’m not ready for umm…” A deep blush takes over his cheeks, matching the pink of his kissed, swollen lips.
“For me to fuck that perfect ass,” I grunt, thrusting forward, rubbing my cock against his naked flesh as I tighten my hold on his throat.
He gasps, eyes fluttering closed. “Y-yes. But I want everything else.”
My lips take his again, unable to get enough of the taste of him. With my free hand, I reach between us, wrapping my hand around both of our cocks. I swallow Zayne’s needy little moans as I work our shafts together. Pleasure creeps down my spine and right to my fucking balls.
Zayne slides his hands into the back of my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling as he kisses me back with just as much eagerness.
I growl, pulling back, panting heavily as I stare into my mate’s eyes. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” He nods, eyes just as wild as mine. “So good, fuck, Asher. I–” He squeezes his eyes shut, hips thrusting up. “I need more.”
A grin tugs at my lips. “Does my mate want me to wrap my lips around his cock and suck him dry like I threatened before?” I ask huskily, working our cocks faster, pre-cum dripping from the tips and onto my hand.
His eyes snap open. “Please,” he whimpers, and it’s enough to make me drop to my knees.
“Oh god,” Zayne groans, my hand still working his cock.
“No god here, sweet boy. Onlyme. Your fucking mate.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his cock, needing to see him fall apart for me.
And he does so nicely.
He whimpers, his knees threatening to buckle as he tosses his head back in pleasure.
Fuck, he looks so fucking gorgeous. And his cock, fucking delicious. But I want his cum.
Moving my hands, I glide them up his thigh muscles and around to cup his ass. He thrusts forward when I give it a squeeze, forcing me to take his full length down my throat.
“Shit, fuck. I’m so sorry.” He looks down at me in horror.
I grin around his length and swallow around his cock, my nose nuzzled nicely in the curly dark hair.
“Holy fucking shit,” he cries out. “Oh fuck. Asher, shit. I– fuck. That feels so good.”
Hollowing out my cheeks, I bob my head.
Watching Zanye come undone, listening to his cries of pleasure is fucking everything I didn’t know I needed. I want to take my time with him, explore every inch of his perfect body.
But not here.
Bringing one hand back to his shaft, I use the other to grip my own.
As I work Zayne over, I jerk myself off, pleasure growing deeply with each flick of my wrists.
