Page 61 of The Shadows Beyond
If Cinn was to become one of Julien’s ‘many,many’ sexual conquests, then at least he would make sure he was one to remember.
“What should I do now?” Cinn asked innocently, gazing up at Julien’s flushed face, batting his eyelashes. Before Julien had a chance to answer, he pressed his tongue into Julien’s slit, one deep, long lick, taking the hot liquid into his mouth.
In answer, Julien pushed himself deep into Cinn’s mouth in a single long thrust, his tongue gliding along the silky underside of his cock until it hit the back of his throat, then kept going.
A thump and Julien’s head hit the wall, chin tilted upwards, face a picture of bliss. He pulled out a little before then pushing back in, impossibly further. Almost gagging—it had been a while, a long,longwhile—Cinn sucked in air through his nose, swallowing around Julien as he threaded his fingers through his hair, rhythmically, as if petting him.
“Look at you,” Julien breathed, stroking his cheek again. Then Cinn’s lips joined to the base of his cock. “Don’t deny how much you’ve wanted this, too.” Two ragged uneven breaths. “My cock in your mouth.”
Fucking hell.
Cinn could only increase his fervour in agreement, sucking and swallowing with renewed frenzy.
“From the moment you pulled my hair that night we met.” Three ecstatic gasps, taken in quick succession. “You were mine.”
Tiny prickles of tears emerged from the corners of Cinn’s eyes as Julien continued his punishing assault of his mouth.
As if he could sense it was becoming too much, Julien pulled out, leaving just the tip inside, a moment’s reprieve. Cinn inhaled greedy gulps of air, his heart racing impossibly fast as he collapsed against Julien’s legs, hands still clasped behind his back, beginning to ache.
Julien wiped away the single tear that had tricked down his cheek.
Then, after flashing Julien a gratified smirk, he was ready to continue.
Squeezing his eyes, he swirled his tongue once around Julien’s head before opening his jaw as wide as possible, inviting Julien to thrust inside him again.
And that he did.
Julien struck up a punishing rhythm, slamming himself again and again against Cinn’s face.
“I want to see your eyes, beautiful.”
Cinn found himself powerless to disobey, fluttering them open to find Julien gazing down at him with… lust? Desire? And maybe, justmaybe, a hint of adoration?
“That’s much better.”
Julien went slower then, gently tilting Cinn’s head back so he could burrow deep into his gaze, the eye contact so intense it sent a ripple of anticipation throughhim.
And when Julien said, “Look at you,” the outrageous sound Cinn made around his cock was one he’d never heard himself make before. Needy. Desperate. Hopeless.
Julien moved the tip of his length to Cinn’s tongue. Jerked his hand in frantic movements.
“Swallow,” Julien whispered, a heartbeat before he came, and Cinn did, attempting to match every spasm of Julien’s cock with a greedy gulp. Ignoring Julien’s earlier command, he unclasped his hands to grab both of Julien’s thighs, to balance himself as a frenzy took over, his sole determination to suck Julien dry, to lick up every last drop that dared escape him.
Julien’s soft humming noise continued to soundtrack their escapade, until his dick finally fell soft, his grip on Cinn relinquished in favour of stroking the nape of his neck, in a manner almost absent-minded. Again, Cinn found himself collapsing against Julien’s leg. Now that he’d freed his hands, one shot straight to his own aching length, desperately rubbing it through his thick jeans.
Sliding down the wall, Julien captured Cinn’s wrist, before pushing him backwards onto the Persian rug. He sank his head backwards, staring up at the intricate crystal patterns that refracted the warm glow across the room.
His body was no longer his own.
He was completely at the mercy of Julien.
A terrifying notion.
Yet, a sense of euphoria enveloped him, as if he were drifting weightlessly on a cloud.
Almost like being high.
Agonisingly slowly, Julien unbuttoned Cinn’s shirt, then positioned his limbs as if he were a doll to tear it off him with a flourish. Cinn reached out to do the same to Julien’s but quickly found his wrists clasped tighttogether, forced above his head, as Julien pushed him down flat on the floor.
