Page 88 of Hyperspeed
I obliged, but not for long. My head bobbed in a steady rhythm, and I dragged my tongue over a vein on the underside before releasing him once again. He growled, shuddering when I blew warm air over his wet cockhead.
“You know what I want,” I replied calmly, a complete contradiction to the heat burning me inside out. “You know what you have to say.”
Swallowing his length once, twice, before pulling off again, I watched with smug satisfaction as it dropped to his stomach with a dull thud.
Rev released my hair and slammed his fists into the mattress.
“Kai!” He choked on a sob, eyes wild and cheeks flushed.
Sweat beaded along his hairline, the long strands tangled from rolling his head over the mattress. His skin flared deep magenta, bright enough to rival the bedside lamps. His chest heaved, and he gazed down at me in silence.
And when he breathed out a trembling, broken, “Please,” it felt like a choir of angels filled the room.
I groaned, nuzzling the crease between his thigh and groin, scraping the soft skin with my stubble.
“So good for me, little comet.”
Rev had given me what I wanted, and now he deserved a reward.
I dived in, taking him deep, and gagging as he hit the back of my throat. The sheets crumpled in his fists, and the sound of his ragged breathing and rough pleading was a symphony that made me feral. Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked hard enough to make him curse. I dragged a hand over the soft skin of his thigh, his balls, and pressed my thumb against his taint.
When I released his cock and sat up on my knees, Rev whined, reaching out for me. He was so fucking needy, I couldn’t stop myself from crawling up his body and claiming his lips to reassure him.
The kiss was devastating, leaving me panting for breath as we broke apart.
“I need to be inside you, baby,” I murmured, tracing my tongue over his lips.
Rev nodded, looking so dazed that I wasn’t sure he understood the words.
I reached for the bedside table where I had stashed a bottle of lube, meant for a solo session but now destined for something far more thrilling. Before I could grip the drawer handle, Rev touched my forearm, so I glanced down.
He caught his lip between his teeth, his eyes darting away from mine.
“I . . . I-I’m . . . I’ve never . . .” Rev stammered, his delicate lines glowing a soft burnt orange.
I knew what the unspoken words meant.
Rev was a virgin, and he trusted me enough to let that vulnerability show.
Butterflies beat against my ribs when I cupped his cheek, brushing his lips with my thumb. When he looked up, I gave him a soft smile.
“We don’t have to go all the way to have a good time, rookie.” I hoped the familiar nickname would anchor him, a steady thread of stability in such a fragile moment.
He returned my smile with one of his own, grateful and almost shy. I dropped a quick kiss on his lips and reached for the drawer.
But he stopped me again, so I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“What are you doing?”
My brow creased, but I brushed my nose against his. “Getting the lube so I can make you scream.”
Rev swallowed and cleared his throat. “You, um . . . y-you won’t need it.”
He pushed at my chest, creating space until I was looming over him on my knees. Then he raised his legs, placing his feet flat on the mattress before taking my hand in his. He moved my hand lower, avoiding his dick, until it rested between his cheeks, directly over his hole.
I wheezed, the breath punched out of my chest.
“What the . . .” I looked up, eyes wide with shock.
