Page 11 of A Very Armitage Christmas
Oh, shit, I couldn’t watch him — watch my thick alpha cock forcing those soft pink lips open obscenely wide, while his eyelids fluttered and he gasped and tried not to choke. I’d come within seconds if I watched.
And then Arik pulled off, flicking the head of my cock with his tongue, and tipped his head back to look at me.
“Use my mouth, Matthew,” he said, low and raspy, his voice already affected by the length of me pushing into him. My whole body shuddered.
“Use your — fuck, Arik, you can’t just say that.”
“Fuck my throat.Use me.”
Still looking me in the eyes, he pulled me in by the hips, taking me down inch by inch until my balls rested on his chin and his eyes watered from the strain. His throat constricted around the head of my cock, almost painfully tight, hot and wet and overwhelming.
I thrust into his throat, hard, and he moaned and choked around me, his fingers digging bruises into my hips.
I pulled back and thrust again, and again, hardly giving him room to take a breath, pounding into his stretched-open mouth and chasing the orgasm that had started to build in the base of my spine, pressure I couldn’t run away from.
Tears ran from the corners of his eyes, and he writhed under me. The slick, wet sounds of my cock shoving into his mouth and down his throat finished me off.
I came inside him, my whole body stiffening and my claws popping out to pierce the blankets and the bed. His throat tightened around me again as he swallowed desperately, but some of my come trickled out of the corner of his mouth.
I pulled out and rolled off of him, landing hard on my back, my chest heaving. Fuck.
Arik shifted next to me and let out something between a gasp and a helpless whimper.
I turned my head and looked at him.
I’d wrecked him. Saliva and come glistened on his swollen lips and on his cheek, and tear tracks ran silvery down his temple. I looked further down. His half-hard cock lay against his hip, and come spattered his skin.
He’d finished while I’d fucked his throat like a feral beast. He hadn’t even touched himself.
I rolled over again, cupping his face in my hands and kissing that slack, well-used mouth, my tongue delving into him and tasting where my cock had been a few moments before. Making him mine all over again. His lips felt puffy and soft; tender, and probably bruised. He tasted like everything sweet in the world, like he belonged to me. Arik lay pliant under me, his breathing starting to slow.
When I stopped at last, his eyes fluttered open.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to.”
I knew he hadn’t. And I knew he could probably count on one hand the number of times he’d apologized to anyone for anything. Hell, this might be the first time ever. And…that had been a hell of a make-up blowjob. I could forgive a lot for that. Zombies, even.
Still. Apologies, blowjobs…he’d still put my pack at risk by fucking around.
“That’s not an accident that would happen to most people, sweetheart.”
He bit his lip, nodded, and turned his face away a little.
Almost enough to hide the tear that slid out of the corner of his eye.
But not quite. And if I let one more come out, I’d be lower than pond scum.
“Have I ever mentioned I really hate being bored?” I leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, licking away a drop of come. “I hate council meetings. I’m sick of talking about the fucking junkyard. I never get to do anything interesting anymore.” I kissed him again, watching him carefully. Yeah, that sweet corner of his lips had started to turn up, just a tiny bit. “I beheaded a zombie so hard that the head flew into a tree all the way across the clearing. Thwack. It was awesome.AndI killed more than Ian did.”
Arik finally turned his head back a little. Both corners of his mouth had twitched up, and his eyes gleamed with something soft, a little sweet, a little wicked, and all my Arik.
“They’re not zombies, they’rerevenants,” he said, and sighed. “If you’re going to brag about beheading them, at least use the correct terminology.”
“You can educate me after I’m done fucking you. If you still have the energy.”
His eyebrows rose, and now he was definitely smiling. “You mean ifyoustill have the energy.”
I nudged my almost-hard cock against his thigh. “You give me strength,” I said, with only a little bit of sarcasm. “And revenants. Only the best for your fearless leader.”
