Page 90 of Severed Rivalry
I set a finger to his lips. “Then shhhh. The sooner you heal,the sooner we get to…” What? Play? That’s right and that’s wrong. Fuck? It’s more than that. “The sooner we get to be us again.”
He mimes twisting a key and throwing away the lock.
Cian: If I could, I would eat you and touch you. I would taste you. Everywhere. Make you come on my fingers and lips and tongue. I’d give you me and let you give yourself to me. Over and over again.
Cian: When I can, I’ll wear you out and let you wear me out.
Cian: Now, if you’ll excuse me.
He wanders away down the hallway nearest the story-and-a-half cathedral-style windows that make up the back wall of the house.
I slide off my stool and follow him.
I find him in his bathroom, fists to the counter, head down and eyes closed.
Without a word, I turn his torso so that he faces me and sink to my knees before him. Looking up at him, I lower his joggers and briefs to his calves and take him in my palm. I lean in, flatten my tongue, and lick him from the root of his proud cock to the bulbous tip, swirling my tongue there.
“I’ve never done this with anyone but you, so it’s been a while. Help me if I do it wrong?”
His pupils dilate in a way I’ve never seen, and his head drops back as I take him into my mouth, adjusting around his girth, and finding a slow, shallow rhythm.
“Sariah.” My name is gritted from his lips.
I look up and put a finger to my lips beside his cock and attempt to shush him.
“Fuck.” His abs contract and his chin stretches for the ceiling as I palm his balls, massaging his sac.
I can tell he wants to take control, to slide harder and deeper, but I stay shallow until his eyes meet mine. When I see the look on his face—the desperation mixed withdesire—I open my throat and swallow him down, pulling out in long languid strokes before sucking him deep past my tongue.
He reaches for my face, stroking a thumb from the beauty mark outside my right eye to under my jaw. He groans and tries to swivel his hips when I take a fingernail to trace the curve of his balls while swallowing deeply.
The sounds he makes are animalistic and raw. When we were young, we were always trying to be quiet. It was rare to hear him let go. But now, hearing it, my hips undulate, and wetness slickens my opening.
I release the heaviness between his legs, place both hands to his ass cheeks and pull him deep until I’m close to choking. I’m so into it, I don’t realize my eyes have closed and I’m bobbing as if there’s a prize to win at the end.
He stills and I pause, looking straight into his eyes as he taps my cheek, attempting to pull back. I smile around his dick and suck with all I have, swallowing harshly as he grunts and spills down my throat.
I let go of his ass, tracing one hand over that deep V at his pelvis and toward his proud length. A shiver runs through him and goose bumps rise along his flesh. I bob two more languid times, swirling my tongue around his head, cleaning him up. When I rise from my knees, I place a kiss right between his pecs before he crushes me to his chest. Sound moves in his chest, but he says nothing.
He pulls back to hold my gaze and opens his lips to speak.
“If you say one word, Cian, and delay us getting back to each other, I’ll only do that on birthdays from here on out.”
I spin on a socked heel and head toward the kitchen, leaving the man I just pleasured with everything in me in nearly the same position as he was when I arrived.
Cian
Sex in college was good. We were adventurous, and both of us were willing to play. Our bodies were built for exploration and neither of us were so experienced that we required something a specific way.
I’d only had a handful of lovers, and only one long-ish term, by the time I met Sariah.
And I was her first. I took that for the honor it was and didn’t push, but when she wanted to explore, I was happy to be her willing partner.
But just now was… That wasn’t kids trying to figure each other out or get and give in pursuit of something larger.
That was pleasure for the sake of giving.
For the sake of intimacy.
