Page 79 of The Legend Next Door
“It’s going i-in me,” he says, voice lilting as though it’s a question.
“Where in you, baby? In your mouth like the other times?”
“Uh-uh.” His head shakes and his cheeks deepen in color.
“Where then? Where’s it going? Tell me.”
“I-in my ass.”
As he says it, a clear drop of liquid spills from the tip of his cock. Mine weeps in sympathy.
There’s probably only one, maybe one and a half yards, between us, but suddenly, that’s unbearable. Intolerable. Un-survivable.
I close it, standing at his side first to take in the sweetness of his profile, no more than a couple of inches away from him, and then move behind him, careful not to let any part of my body touch him.
His right hand shoots out toward me.
“No touching, baby,” I groan. “I want you to, but you can’t because I’m so horny I’ll come if you do.”
He groans too, and I drop my head and rest my lips in the crook of his neck. I run my nose upward to his ear, sniffing loudly as I do. “Fuck, you smell good.”
His entire body shakes again, and I lose it briefly, rutting my cock against his soft cheeks and grabbing roughly at every part of him I can lay my hands on. Chest. Belly. Ass cheeks. I kiss his neck hard too. Big, untidy, untamed kisses that involve teeth as much as tongue.
A guttural, rough voice inside me is chantingfuck, fuck, fuck.
A softer, quieter one urges me to slow down.
By some miracle, the soft one wins out.
“Jeremiah,” I murmur when I’m able to do so. “Kneel on the bed. Show me what you’ve got for me.”
His gait is wooden, but he moves quickly, looking back at me for approval when he’s on all fours.
“Spread your legs and arch your back. Make it pretty for me.”
He does. He really fucking does. He arches his back like he does when he’s doing yoga. When he’s done being a cat and drops his spine low and rolls his hips out. When he’s clad in Lycra so tight, it pulls at the seams. He does it like that, only better because he’s naked now. He’s skin and muscle and bone and male things. His balls hang between his legs, skin already pulled tight, tantalizing, as they obscure my view of his erection. There’s a shadow, a cleft between two perfect cheeks, that drags my attention upward. His hole is neat and pale pink. A tiny star that crosses where he meets in the middle. He’s bare. Totally hairless.
“That’s pretty,” I groan. “Fuck, that’s so pretty. I can’t wait to eat it.”
He blinks slowly, jaw parted as though he’s surprised by what I’ve said. I crawl onto the bed behind him and lick my lips as I hold his hips firmly to stop him from squirming. I keep my eyes open as I lean in and cover his hole with my mouth. I make out with it like it’s a pair of plump, pursed lips that have been begging for my kiss.
He shouts the second I touch him, and I don’t mean moans. I don’t even mean moans loudly. I mean shouts. It’s a loud, guttural yelp that cranks up the volume as it takes flight. It’s the kind of sound that would draw panicked glances and offers of help if it happened in public.
“Sorry!” he whimpers, clenching his teeth. “Sorry, that was too loud. I was r-ready, but I wasn’t expecting it to be lik—”
“Shout all you want, darlin’.” I smile. “No one can hear you.”
I eat him out messily. A sloppy, ungraceful business that involves lapping at him like I’m a man that’s been starved. There’s no order. No planning. No teasing even, and ordinarily, I’m someone who likes teasing.
I’m in control, but not by much. I’m hanging on by a thread because my dick is raging, pulsing, and beating. Beating so hard it hurts, and my mind is even worse. It’s vacant. Clear thought is notably absent. Everything, even things that matter a lot, is gone. All that’s left is an animal craving. An intense burn. A desperate yearning for something I know. Something new. Something I’ve never had before. Something I’ve had many times, but never like this.
I’m growling softly by the time I sit back on my heels and take in the sight before me.
Jeremiah has collapsed, face and upper body limp and mashed into the mattress, my bedsheets clenched in his hands, mouth open in a silent scream.
Lube.
Need lube.
