Page 76 of Oleander
“I’d like to make a toast!” Skyler shouts.
“That’ll be your fourth toast of the night, friend!” Hawk exclaims drunkenly, laughing loudly at Skyler’s enthusiasm. But Hawk didn’t win the prize, and it’s no small purse, so Skyler can give as many toasts as he damn well pleases.
“Go ahead,” Zephyr says firmly, cutting through Hawk’s obnoxious laughter.
“I think—” Skyler declares with a drunken hiccup. “I don’t think too much right now. Nevermind.” Downing the rest of his ginger beer, Skyler slips off his stool and slinks over to the record player, pulling a random disc from the shelf and placing it onto the platter.
Smooth jazz fills the room, a sensual, slow rhythm building around us. Sky grabs my hand, leading me to the small, makeshift dance floor, ignoring the probing eyes around us. I’m too drunk to care if they see me touching Skyler. Kissing him. We’re lost to the alcohol and lost to ourselves. We let loose, bumping and grinding to the music in front of everyone.
It doesn’t take long for the entire bar to become extremely intoxicated, absorbed with excitement from the Hunt and recalling their harrowing stories whether they got a kill or not. Each and every Fae here bestowed honor upon their families andserved their kingdom, ridding Faerie of a small portion of the evil that plagues it.
I see this now. And truly understand it. Everyone here is a hero, including Skyler and me.
With one more drink settled into my stomach, I’m feeling extremely horny and turned on by the danger of tonight’s events. With every story that Skyler tells, I become more and more eager to suck him off. I need to show him exactly how much he means to me. How special he is.
“Then, I zapped its ass straight to hell?—”
I grab his wrist and drag him away from his small crowd of worshipers. Skyler laughs loudly. “Hey! I wasn’t done with my story.” I ignore his futile protests and lead him to the dirty bar bathroom. It’s so unlike myself to do something like this, and that makes it even hotter.
“W-what are you doing?” Skyler slurs. “I don’t need to pee.”
“Just shut up and follow me.” I tug him along, my erection already tenting the front of my thick cargo pants. Skyler snaps his jaw shut abruptly, doing as he’s told and trailing after me.
He’s about to havenochoice but to get his cock sucked.
We enter the bathroom, and the moment I confirm nobody is in here, I shove him against the door so no one can interrupt us. I kneel before my dark prince.King of the Underworld.He won’t like the nickname, so I keep the words to myself, but I’m getting even harder thinking about it. All I can do is stare up at him, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of his hard cock on my tongue. My heart pounds unevenly, and a throbbing tension grows in my groin. I press my palm to my erection, attemptingto stop the overwhelming need for friction. This is about Skyler right now.
His eyes are half-lidded, and he chews on his bottom lip, staring down at me. “Fuck, baby. You look so sexy like this. On your knees and so fucking willing. So needy.Suck me.”
With permission granted, I undo the button on his jeans, slowly unzipping his pants until his erection springs free. I salivate at the sight of him. Long, thick and curved. I lick one long stripe up his straining cock, and he grips either side of the wall, still blocking the door.
I lick him again, and he groans, long and loud. If anyone’s on the other side, they're sure to hear us. But I don’t care. I continue to lick at his cock, swiping my tongue across his slit and swirling it around the thick head. I suck on his swollen tip, working him fiercely with my hand before I deep-throat him.
“Oh, dear God.Ander. Your mouth is incredible.”
I allow his drunken praise to wash over me, taking him deeper. I let go of his base and begin to use only my mouth and throat, swallowing around him as I go deeper.
Skyler gently cups my face with both hands, cradling my head as he slowly rocks his hips, sliding in and out of my mouth. The rough scrape of his palms against my cheeks sends tingles skittering across my skin and down to my cock.
His exaggerated gentleness turns into a savage heat as he attempts to guide me even deeper and take control of this blow job. He starts to fuck my face faster and more roughly.
He’s drunk, possibly concussed, andhorny—I can’t even blame him. The leftover adrenaline, mixed with Skyler’s musky scent, makes my head spin.
It’s hot.
After I allow Skyler to freely fuck my face, I pull back, my lips popping off of his cockhead. This ismyreward to give, not his totake. “No, baby. Hands behind your head. No touching. Let me control your bodyandyour pleasure. You come when I say so.”
I don’t know what’s come over me, but Skyler whimpers, chewing on his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. He doesn’t say a word, nodding enthusiastically as he peers down at me with half-lidded eyes.
He looks like a fantasy come to life; pants down to mid-thigh, his cock an angry red color and glistening with my spit. I slowly lick the sensitive underside, traveling down to his balls, where I gently massage them with my tongue.
I tease Skyler mercilessly before I finally suck him back into my mouth. I alternate between licking and sucking languorously, swallowing his cock and controlling his pleasure. There’s a heady sort of gratification I get from it.
His guttural moans have a deep satisfaction rolling through me, so I keep going, pleasing him the best way I know how. Skyler’s cock is pressed into the back of my throat when someone bangs on the door incessantly, interrupting me as I give the sexiest blow job of my life.
Fucking fuck!
“Hurry up!I need to piss! Unless you want it all over the floor out here!”
