Page 52 of Cheater and the Saint
Saint groaned and pressed his head against mine, moving his hips, too.
Each moan I ushered from him was a small victory in itself. I loved hearing the sounds he made, feeling the quickening of his pulse and the quivering of his muscles.
“I want you to fuck me, Saint,” I murmured against his heated skin. We’d been nipping at each other’s throats and thrusting together for a while, and my willpower was at its end. I needed to feel him inside me, needed that high of release.
I expected him to blush or get shy again. Ididn’texpect him to grin and slide down my body before taking my dick in his warm mouth.
I about shot off the bed. “Fuck!”
Saint gave me no mercy. His tongue flicked against my slit as his hand pumped my shaft. The slight turning of his wrist, combined with his wet tongue on my sensitive tip, was so fucking incredible I couldn’t do anything but try not to shoot my load too early. And when he took me deeper into his mouth, into the back of his throat, I whimpered and clawed the sheet beneath me.
“That feels so fucking good,” I moaned, dropping my head back on the pillow and thrusting my hips upward, gliding in and out of his mouth.
I tangled a hand in his hair, helping his movement. It was intoxicating, and when he used his other hand to massage my balls, my eyes rolled back and I groaned.
I’d gotten a lot of head in my life. But this? This was the icing on the damn cake. The kind of head you always hoped you’d get.
And then he stopped.
Just as a complaint was making its way past my lips, Saint raised my hips up off the mattress and licked my hole. I shuddered and held his head tighter, tangling my fingers so tight in his hair that he winced.
“Fuck. I’m sorry,” I said, releasing my hold.
He grabbed my hand and moved it back to his head, peering up at me through his long lashes. “It’s okay. I’ll just take it as a compliment.”
“It is,” I agreed, breathing heavy.
With a new confidence, he smiled before ducking his head back down between my legs. My heart jumped at seeing his smile.
That’s when I knew I was fucked. Not in a literal sense—although yeah, I’d be good and properly fucked before the night was over—but in the sense where I knew one time with him wouldn’t be enough.
His fingers—and tongue—worked magic, opening and stretching me, bringing me so close to the brink of release without even touching my dick while doing so. Maybe I was wrong about him being innocent and inexperienced. He was shy, there was no question about that, but he was too good with his hands to be some kind of virgin like I originally pegged him.
As Saint gripped my hips and lifted them a bit more, his blue eyes met mine and he licked a teasing trail from my hole, to balls, to tip. All while keeping eye contact.
Fuck. Who the hell was this guy? He sure as fuck wasn’t the bashful and kind of nerdy guy I was used to.
“Saint,” I said on a gasp as his lips stretched around my tip again. “Fuck me.”
Clearly, that’s what he needed to hear to push him into action. I told him where I kept the condoms and lube, and he reached over me to the drawer beside the bed. I nipped at his chest as he did, loving his sharp intake of breath as I sucked one of his nipples into my mouth. The condom wrapper was torn open, and I hardly had any time to admire his sexy, naked body, before he reached over and shut off the lamp.
“Maybe I wanted to see you,” I said, spreading my legs wider as he moved back between them.
“I don’t like doing it with the light on,” Saint admitted in an off tone.
“Why?” I asked, running a hand up his toned stomach and upward to his chest. His heart thumped wildly beneath my palm. “I’ve already seen your cock, Frosty. Nothing else to hide.”
“I just don’t,” he said before gripping the back of my neck and pressing a kiss to my lips.
I didn’t think much else about it. Some people were too self-conscious and preferred the dark, so it wasn’t too weird.
I heard the popping of the lid on the lube before he put some on his fingers and worked my ass a bit more with it. He then coated his wrapped cock, and the slick sound as he gave himself a few pumps made me ache even more.
“Mm.” I glided a hand up his chest again and bit my bottom lip.
“On your stomach,” Saint said before lightly slapping at my thigh. I did as he said, loving how he gripped my hips after I rolled over. “Ass in the air.”
“You’re one demanding sonofabitch,” I said, amused at the fact.
