Page 30 of Bittersweet Revenge
He cocks his head, like he’s trying to see something that’s not completely clear to him. I turn my head slightly, and he takes hold of my chin, moving it so I’m looking at him again. “None of that. No hiding now. It’s the fire in you that makes you interesting.”
If only he knew what I was hiding, he wouldn’t say that.
Tiernan kisses his way down my throat, licks each of my collarbones, before continuing down…down…past my nipples, licking a path down my chest and stomach, nipping at my skinand biting me while I writhe despite how much I don’t want him to know I enjoy this.
That I enjoy him.
Tiernan skips past my dick.
“What the fuck,” I shout at him, right before his tongue laps at my aching balls.
“Happy now? You’re more impatient than me.”
“I highly doubt that,” I tell him, but then I’m silenced by the wet feel of him against my nuts again.
Tiernan sucks one of my balls into his mouth, then does the same to the other. I reach for his head, but he pushes my hand away. “No touching yet. I’ll tell you when you can.”
“God, I fucking hate you.”
“Yes. I know, and as I said, most people do.”
And not for the first time, I do as he says, just needing his mouth more than anything else. Tiernan takes hold of my dick, gives it a slow stroke. “I like to put on a show.”
“Of course you do.” But the truth is, I want to watch him, want to see him savoring my dick and pleasuring me.
When I’m looking down at him, Tiernan’s green gaze holds mine fiercely, and then he takes a long swipe with his tongue, from the base of my dick to the tip. My hips buck forward, begging for more contact.
I say a silent thank-you when Tiernan gives me exactly what I want, sucking me into his hot, wet mouth. He watches me as he bobs on my dick, swallowing around the head, looking like he’s enjoying one of his favorite fucking things, and again, a surge of power fills me, this undeniable feeling that Tiernan gives me.
“You look good with my cock in your mouth,” I tell him.
He pulls off to say, “I look good all the time,” and then he’s on me again, his hand working in tandem with his mouth, making every pleasure neuron inside me fire.
I thrust my hips slightly and he takes it, still watching me as my dick disappears in and out of his mouth. My thighs are already beginning to tremble. I can’t believe I’m so close to coming, but everything he’s said or done since he stepped into this room, from pushing his way inside to kicking Ollie out, to touching me, has been this heady form of foreplay.
I want to come in his mouth.
I want to make him swallow down all the cum in my balls because that feels like another way of marking him…of possessing him.
“I’m touching you.” If I don’t do it now, I won’t get to.
Tiernan doesn’t stop me when I grab his head, when I hold it while I pump my hips, fucking into his pretty, dirty, prick of a mouth. Tiernan takes it, seems to revel in it, as good at sucking dick as I assume he is at everything.
He’s perfect. His life is fucking perfect, and I’m not supposed to be here with him like this. Even more than that, I’m not supposed to want him.
He uses one hand to play with my balls and takes every single thrust I give him.
As much as I want to make this last, I know I can’t, so I let loose, give in, free-fall into this forbidden pleasure, my balls drawing up and filling his eager, hungry mouth.
He takes it all, doesn’t miss a drop while he still manages to suck me at the same time. The second my balls are drained, he’s pushing onto his knees. I guess he didn’t swallow it all because he spits some of my cum on his cock and uses it to jack off.
My body sizzles, comes alive again. That’s hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and the gleam in his eyes says he knows it, knows what he does to me and craves it as much as I crave him.
Tiernan’s powerful gaze holds mine until his mouth opens and he’s moaning out his release, shooting onto my stomach andgroin just like he did the last time. When he’s milked everything from his cock, he uses his hand to rub his load into my skin again…and I don’t even try to stop him.
“Don’t shower tonight or tomorrow. I want you to smell like me all day.”
“No,” I argue, but the reality is, I’ll probably do it. He’s wearing my marks, so maybe I should wear his too, if for nothing other than to know it’smewho makes him feel this good. Me who drives him wild…the man destined to kill his father.
