Page 87 of Whips and Chains
I grabbed his face and slammed my mouth onto his.
He kissed me back in a heartbeat, both of us all tongues and lips and teeth. It was the angriest I’d ever been while kissing someone, and we fought for control, both of us battling with the pace and depth of the kiss, our fingers grappling at each other’s clothes, tearing at them.
I just wanted to touch his skin.
Needed something warm and real and alive that reminded me I wasn’t back in that cell, alone.
I couldn’t go back there. I wouldn’t survive it.
My chest tightened, a band of steel wrapping its way around it that I couldn’t shake.
I gasped, but Whip’s lips were there to catch it, kissing me until the sound muffled, his hands dragging up my chest and taking off my shirt, me doing the same to him.
I just needed to feel his skin against mine. Craved the heat of another body on top of me, regulating my breathing, his touch forcing the demons out of my head.
The walls were too tight. There was no fucking air.
I kissed him harder, taking what I needed from him in a demanding press of lips I knew would be bruised tomorrow. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t breathe without it.
His fingers found the button on my pants, and he shoved them down my thighs, taking my underwear with them.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and I hated it.
For the split second when he wasn’t touching me, I felt like I was going to die.
And then he put his mouth around my cock, and every bad feeling I’d ever had disappeared.
I groaned, thrusting deep into his mouth, not giving a fuck if he was ready for it or not.
He took it, swallowing me down greedily, one hand coming between my legs to grip my balls, the other snaking around to grab a handful of my ass.
He urged me on, pulling me into his mouth, taking every thrust while I lapped up the feel of him. His mouth was hot and wet, and his tongue had me tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling, though my vision was unfocused and hazy so I couldn’t see much.
I pushed my hands into the back of his hair, holding on to his head, needing something to anchor me and loving the feel of him there, while his mouth slid up and down my shaft.
“Fuck,” I moaned, hips jutting forward, giving him every inch, feeling the tip of me hit the back of his throat.
He hummed his approval, the sound vibrating around my cock, and he squeezed my balls at the same time.
I was going to fucking come.
Too damn quick, but I didn’t care.
He felt too good to stop.
The band lifted from around my chest, and I sucked in one deep breath after the other, filling my oxygen-starved lungs again. With every suck of Whip’s mouth, my muscles loosened, an orgasm building low and sending sensation through my entire body.
I should have pulled away.
Should have at least fucking warned him.
But I was asshole enough that I didn’t.
I just loosened my grip on his head so he could move away if he wanted to.
The orgasm gripped me hard, spinning my brain in circles. I shouted, spurting into his mouth, savoring in the feel of his tongue against my tip, licking off every drop.
He swallowed it all, and kept going, tongue fucking me until I was so damn sensitive and my knees buckled.
