Page 87 of Iblis' Affliction
The tight ball of pressure building up in his chest, detonated and killed a million small, unsettled thoughts with sharp shards of pure, raw lust.
“Slater will do everything for Master,” he breathed into Talha’s mouth and closed his eyes.
Talha’s lips curled into a smile under the kiss, before repeating, “So fucking troublesome…”
I’M SO FUCKED…The thought melted in a heartbeat, as he pressed his tongue to Slater’s chin and dragged it toward his mouth. Imprinting a wet kiss to his bottom lip, he waited for Slater to relax his jaw, before lapping his tongue over his slick teeth. Sweet breath ricocheted in his throat when his tongue slipped deeper, engaging Slater in a kiss.
His chest so full he could barely breathe. He didn’t know why he felt this weird elation because Slater’s words had always lacked weight. Incapable of deep emotion, Slater didn’t know what love was, so his confessions meant nothing. Yet, Talha couldn’t care less.
Swallowing the metallic taste of Slater’s blood, he traced the rim of his lips, blindly searching for a cut in the ripper’s mouth with the tip of his tongue. Locating on the inner side of his cheek, an inch away from the left corner of his mouth, it oozed with electric saltiness.
Running his tongue over it, he soothed the cut with light, gentle licks, every moment expecting for a knife to nick his throat, as had happened before. And for the first time in years, Talha wondered if this madness had a future.
Trying to retain the remains of common sense, he pulled back, and his head emptied. Eyes shimmering with need, Slater’s skin glowed with the color of arousal.
“More, Master,” the sinful mouth begged, glistening with saliva and blood.
Talha squeezed his eyes so hard they felt like bursting, before opening them again, but the illusion didn’t evaporate. On his knees, needy and shameless, Slater ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
Talha needed that lewd mouth to clasp around his thickness to subdue the burning pain that spasmed his balls. Cock straining hard, it chafed against the rough fabric of his linen pants, and even the thin layer of his cotton underwear didn’t save his sensitive head from the painful sensation.
To distract himself from the gravity pull coming from Slater’s indecent body, he brought the gun up and outlined the contour of the young face with the muzzle. Trembling with need, Slater was so beautiful. His desperate hands kept clinging to Talha’s shirt, building an impression that the ripper would collapse once his fingers grew weaker. Thick veins pumped with blood at the top of his hands. Bending around his whitened knuckles, they rushed up his forearms, the old burns like islands among them.
So fucking beautiful…Guiding the tip of the gun over the swollen lips, Talha couldn’t stop thinking how prettily the weapon contrasted with Slater’s skin. Even if the ripper hated it; especially because he hated it.
“So, you like guns, after all?” he asked, his voice drenched with lust.
Curiosity, alertness, heat—everything mixed in the pupils, dilated with need, when Slater purred, “Master’s only.”
“Was it delicious?”
Slater’s eyes flared with mischief. His lips parted to reply, but Talha had already changed his mind.
“Shhh.” Bringing the barrel to Slater’s mouth, he ordered, “Keep your mouth busy.”
Without hesitation, Slater teased the barrel with the tip of his tongue. Lips caressing the steel, he let the length slip down his throat before pulling back. Eyes hooded, he repeated it over and over, inflaming Talha’s blood with his lustful gaze.
Trunks clung to his leaking cock, and all thoughts abandoned him, as his everything concentrated on the slow movements of Slater’s mouth. A stupid, all-consuming envy toward the gun devastated. That greedy, possessive mouth should have been all over his cock, but every movement of Slater’s tongue was directed to the senseless steel.
Yet, instead of stopping this stupid act, he encouraged it. “Use your tongue more.”
His hand reached his groin, adjusting his hurting cock. The harsh fabric, rubbing against his cockhead sent a rush of painful pleasure through him, making it impossible to hold back. He unzipped his pants and reached inside to give his aching length relief with a stroke. Jumping upright, his dick slapped his stomach, marring it with a sticky mess of precum.
Slater gulped against the steel, his pale eyes concentrating on a clear drop leaking out from the slit.
“Do you want to lick it?” Slater nodded eagerly. The sound of his teeth catching the metal made Talha cringe. His free hand found Slater’s chin, lifted it, and he carefully withdrew the gun from his mouth.
Impatient, Slater shook off his touch, lurched forward, and caught the shimmering drop with the tip of his tongue. A low sound coming from his chest turned into a moan. His eyelashes trembled and dropped; pleasure clearing his forehead of a vertical line.
“Does it taste this good?” Talha bit his lip to prevent his dick from overruling his mind.
Slater grinned. His wicked tongue teased beneath the cockhead, then circled it, coating him in blissful warmth and softness. Air puffs chilling the wet skin every time Slater pulled back or broke the contact.
Having had no sex in weeks, Talha couldn’t suppress a moan. His face on fire, he rolled his head backward, disintegrating in the strong sensation. When he glanced down again, Slater’s eyes groped him with a hungry, predatory expression.
Fuck…Talha gulped, mentally slapping himself for showing weakness. Guiding the ripper’s head away from his groin, he shoved Slater to the floor. Hands whacking the dark, polished wood, he kept his focus on Talha. “Stay.”
On all fours, with his body stiff with attention, Slater was stunning. The need to taste his skin brought Talha to his knees behind the ripper. With one hand still holding the gun, he used his free one to roll up Slater’s black shirt, revealing his scarred back. It had been so long since he inhaled the faint aroma of cloves and wood, etched into the ripper’s skin. Placing the armed hand to the floor, he steadied himself. Blowing a stream of air, he caressed the hollowed groove of his spine, watching Slater’s every muscle ripple with anticipation. The younger man writhed, every hair rising. Tiny, soft, colorless, and so appealing. Hand wrapping around Slater’s torso, Talha caressed the bulges of his abs, as his mouth dropped to the small of his back. He nearly moaned again, when the familiar scent of Slater’s skin filled his lungs, hazing his mind.
