Page 78 of A Breath of Life
“Not yet,” I breathed near his ear.Give him something, my brain demanded. He asked. He consented.
He whined a protest, but it turned into a groan when I slipped my hand down the front of his underwear. Circling the swollen heat of his steely erection, I stroked him bare as I continued to assault his neck with tongue and lips and the faintest rasp of teeth.
Battling my mind was no easy task.
His tip wept precum, and I smeared it over his cock head with my thumb as my mouth watered. I wanted to taste him, suck him down my throat, and make him cry out with pleasure. I wanted to bury myself in his ass and fuck him for days.
I did not want to mark his perfect skin.
Where these bedroom fantasies had come from, I had no idea. He’d voiced them on a few occasions. He knew they were hard limits for me. Why was he so persistent lately?
I had a different fantasy. One I’d never spoken aloud. The closer we got, the more ardent my desire burned.
It required words. A conversation. Exposing my heart. My wishes. My dreams.
Bringing up such a monumental request was beyond my capability.
So I remained quiet. Content with what we had.
Why couldn’t Tallus be the same?
I nipped again at the tender skin below Tallus’s ear. Tongued. Nibbled. Kissed. Nibbled again. I couldn’t convince myself to apply more pressure, to leave teeth marks. The idea alone made me queasy. But a hickey?
Tallus’s rhythm faltered. He couldn’t find the music’s beat, and I was in no position to lead, so any attempt at dancing fell by the wayside. I rode his ass, rutting and grinding as he rocked back into me, willing my cock to stay hard in the face of this new struggle. He fucked himself into my fist with every forward thrust and rubbed his crack over my length.
I tongued the base of his neck before applying the slightest suction. Tallus shuddered and gasped. His cock pulsed in my hand, spilling more precum.
Jesus. He really did want this.
“Gnnah… Fuck, yeah, D. Oh god, yes. Please.”
I sucked again. A fraction harder. A smidgen longer.
He whimpered and trembled. His cock leaked and throbbed. I stroked him with determination as I shut off my brain, closed my eyes, and sucked on his neck like he wanted without releasing that time.
He moaned, chanting, “Oh fuck yeah… oh god, D… stroke me faster… yeah… like that… oh fuck… oh god… Don’t stop.”
In seconds, he was coming. The warm, wet spread of his release spilled through my fist and ran over my hand. By the time he rode through every pulse, I released his neck, panting and quaking as badly as him, but for different reasons.
I was no longer hard.
When I saw the deep purple mark left behind by my actions, I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed the revulsion away, reminding myself that he’d wanted it. He’d asked for it. He took pleasure in it.
You didn’t hurt him. You didn’t hurt him.
Tallus collapsed heavily against me, his knees threatening to buckle. “Christ, I’m spent. Holy fucking shit… that was… fucking incredible.”
He reached up and touched the place I’d marked, grinning over his shoulder. “Did you…”
“Yeah,” I rasped.
He hooked a hand at the back of my head, tangled his fingers into my thick hair, and tugged me down for an awkward kiss. I turned him in my arms so I could join our mouths properly. He fumbled with the button on my pants, reminding me that I had been fully clothed this whole time.
“Wait,” I said against his mouth, clasping a hand around his wrist before he discovered I was no longer aroused.
The satiated sheen in his hazel eyes spoke of a satisfying orgasm. “Don’t you want my mouth on you?”
I did, but I needed a minute to digest.
