Page 74 of Bonds of Magic
“Is that alright? Or do you want me to stick to my hand? Because believe me, I could keep doing this forever too.”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
“I want to do whatyouwant.” I kissed his neck. “You got that? You get to tell me what you want.”
“I mean it, though. I want whatever you do,”
I frowned. Was that really true? Or did he think he needed to say that? Given what he’d said about his dreams, about Sean, I wasn’t sure I could trust him to tell me no.
“Is that bad? Did I say something wrong?” he asked, his voice worried.
“You did nothing wrong.” I hadn’t realized he’d caught me frowning. I grazed his skin with my lips. “But I want to make sure this is good for you. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something because I’m bigger or older or—”
“I don’t feel pressured. I promise. I just…”
He trailed off, and I slid up the bed so I could meet his gaze.
“You just what?”
He bit that delicious lip of his, then said, “I’m not that experienced. So I don’t evenknowwhat I like yet. You’re asking me what I want, and I don’t want to say something stupid and make you realize you could be with someone better.”
It wasn’t the confession of reluctance that I’d been bracing for, and it was such a relief that I laughed. Cory’s brow furrowed.
“I’m not laughing at you.” I ran a finger between his brows, trying to smooth that wrinkle out. “I was just worried you weregoing to say something else. Cory, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be tonight than right here, with you.”
Saying it out loud sent more shivers down my back. It was true, but I never thought I’d say those words to him. I brought his attention back to his cock by stroking it.
“Now tell me, what do you want me to use for this? My hands? Or my mouth?” I ghosted a kiss across his lips after I finished speaking.
“Your mouth. If that’s—if you—I’d—I’d like that—please.”
His words came out in a rush, and I chuckled again.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” I squeezed his cock gently. “This, on the other hand…”
What I would have liked to do was lavish attention on every inch of his skin. Get him completely naked, taste every part of him. But I didn’t have the patience for that tonight, and Cory had made no move to get undressed. Instead, I slid down the bed until my mouth was level with his groin.
I kissed the skin of his belly, the wispy brown hairs there tickling my face as I moved lower. I gripped his cock at the base and brushed my cheek against the head. I rubbed it across my lips, then my other cheek, all without drawing it inside.
The smell of him was intoxicating. Heat and sweat and skin. I nuzzled the head of his cock again, teasing his foreskin. I slipped my tongue out to swirl around the tip, reveling in the tang of precum that hit my tastebuds. It took all my strength not to take him in my mouth completely, but I held back until he was bucking up underneath me again.
Finally, I opened my lips and took the head of his cock into my mouth, sliding down around him in one go. The tip barely grazed the back of my throat, and I was able to suck him in and out with ease.
Lew was the only other man I’d been with in ages, but I’d never sucked his cock. To be honest, giving head wasn’t my favorite thing. Getting down on my knees, giving pleasure without receiving it? I’d never liked that. But with Cory, it was different.
With Cory, warmth and strength surged through me at the thought of getting him off. I wanted to protect him, to keep him safe, to envelop him until he knew he could ask me for anything. All he had to do was ask, and I would give it.
And he was so damn vocal about how much he liked what I was doing. Not with words, but with whines and moans and gasps that were music to my ears. He made me feel wanted, needed, in a way I hadn’t felt in years. It went straight to my core, where my own cock was straining against my boxer-briefs. Sucking Cory off made me hard in a way that blow jobs never had before.
But I paid no attention to that now, lavishing all my efforts on Cory instead. His hands gripped the bedsheets, fisting the fabric as his body rocked underneath me. He was gorgeous like this, strung out and needy, and I wanted the moment to last forever. But as I took him down again, he groaned louder than before.
“Oh God, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—”
He came before finishing his sentence, releasing into my mouth with a rush. I took it all, keeping my mouth tight around him as I swallowed, teasing the head of his cock with my tongue to milk out every drop.
When he finally stilled, I crawled back up the bed to lay next to him. I brought my hand to his face. His hair was plastered to his forehead, slick with sweat. I slid a lock of it away and pressed a kiss to the spot where it had lain. Then I kissed the space between his eyes, his cheeks, and finally his mouth, plump and red and tortured.
He kissed me back with an eagerness that surprised me. I thought he’d be too dazed, too exhausted after his orgasm, but instead he pressed forward, rolling onto his side, sucking my tongue into his mouth.
