Page 102 of My Lovely Tragedy
He’s kissing me.
A sob rips through me. It bows my back, sends my head crashing into the arm of the sofa with a loud crack. And Tobias never stops kissing me. Through every tear, every cracking whine and plea. Every single fucking bout of pain, he never stops.
Giving me what I need—always.
And I’m enraptured.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
TOBIAS
My mouth is filledwith another version of his essence—copper and now salty-sweet. I hum against his erection, laving at the tip again to gather more of his precum. It’s sweeter and thinner than semen. I thrust against his small slit, wriggling the tip of my tongue to get as much as I can.
Brooklyn yelps and yanks at my hair. I grunt against the pressure, feeling strands rip from my scalp, trying to pull me away from my sweet boy’s body. I resist and bear down, sealing my lips just below the flared edge of his glans.
Air whistles through his nose, and his quadriceps flex. I press my palm against his lower abdomen, just below his navel, dragging my hand over the golden trail of hair leading to his groin. Back and forth. A slow, hypnotizing motion that makes my palm tingle with friction. Brooklyn’s stomach flutters, abs twitching and rolling.
Each breath, either purposefully slow or uncontrollably fast, moves my hand, draws it up slightly, or down, closer to his mons.
Saliva gathers in the back of my mouth, pooling down toward my lips and easing the glide of his erection inside my mouth. I keep my jaw wide, as not to scrape my teeth against him, but when his hips flex upward, shoving himself deeper, that resolve fractures.
I release him to grab ahold of his hip—but not to pin him down. Just to feel. How he reacts, what his body feels it should do.
Come on, lovely boy. Show me what you do. Give this to me…
My lips are still a couple inches from his groin, but my mouth is already so full. Brooklyn hovers in the air, glutes flexed, legs shaking. And then… I hum.
He bucks wildly, crying out as he shoves himself down my throat,rippinghis own path through me. My eyes water and spill over as flames sear through my bruised flesh. Black dots blot across my eyelids, even as I push air through my nostrils as steadily as I can.
The pressure.
It’s a pain unlike anything I have felt before. It hurts as good as it feels. Devastating and obsessive.
And hisscent.My nose is buried in the most intimate part of him. Wiry hairs scrape against my lips. My nose. Across my cheeks. I nuzzle into him, lodging his glans deeper, and making him groan wildly.
Every noise that spills into the night air burns alive inside me.
I don’t care that I cannot breathe. That my hands are trembling and tingling with radiating numbness and my brain is pulsating with a newfound tension.
None of it matters. Only my darling and everything he’s feeling. Alive and consuming and so full of life.
Beautiful and cherishable.
Another piece taken so selfishly.
A memory I will singe into every layer of my viscera.
Brooklyn’s noises are unintelligible, and I breathe every single one in like they are the very sustenance of my survival. My eyes roll into the back of my head. Overstimulated. Overwhelmed and churning withhunger.
Saliva leaks out between my stretched lips, hot and sticky, then it pools in Brooklyn’s groin, making a mess of him. I glance up through my brows, glasses skewed and dislodged.Or more of one.My darling is blurry, made even more so due to the low light, but the rapturous bliss etched across his features sends an ethereal golden glow radiating outward. Surrounding him, and in turn, me, with warmth and grace.
My heart lurches, knowing I’m undeserving. Of him and of having this, in this very moment.
“Tobias.” He breathes my name like there is no other way. Like the verystructureof my being is all-consuming and eradicating. Entwined and one in the same.
There is only us.
My eyes prick as his hips stutter, his movement surging, becoming unsteady. The muscles in his legs spasm with the strain, bulging and drawing closer to my head. I peek out through wet, clumped lashes, forcing my gaze from his face, from those cracked, parted lips and piercing nose, down his torso, to the very legs he then wraps around me.
