Page 27 of Unlocked Dive
It starts slow, with his tongue teasing circles over the delicate ridge beneath my crown and trailing down the thick vein to suck gently on the softer skin at the root. His free hand skims over my hip and up my ribs, pausing to tug gently at my nipple before continuing its exploration.
The heat of his mouth is tantalizing, his hair tickling my inner thighs, and I’m strung taut with barely contained urgency, one fist in the pillow at my head and the other frantic in his hair. It’s unexpected and maddening, this languid torture when always before, he’s been riot and need.
“Echo.” It’s a warning growl that rises from the dark corners of desire. He swirls his tongue once more around the head of my cock and raises his eyes to mine, mischief and moonlight dancing in the blue.
“Need something?” He wraps his fingers around my base and squeezes, far too gently.
“You know what I need.” My voice is almost unrecognizable, low and dangerous. A shudder runs through him, and he flicks his tongue against my slit.
“So take it.”
It’s challenge and sass andretribution, and he watches me, lips parted, while I fit the pieces together in my lust-addled brain.
Be selfish.
The fist in his hair tightens, and my other hand drops to cover his, feeding him my cock with one invading thrust, until the blunt head hits the back of his tongue and he starts to suck in earnest.
And holy fucking hellif my soul doesn’t leave my body for a second before crashing back to relish every gluttonous, carnal second of Echo’s slick, wet throat constricting around my flesh.
It’s been years since I’ve had anything but Lara’s perfunctory mouth on my dick, and this is altogether different—rough and messy and entirely erotic, my fingers threaded in his hair, my body clenching from ass to abs as I try to keep from driving into his mouth and ending it too soon.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I’m mesmerized by the bob of his ebon head and the way he swirls up my cock with his whole body, rutting into the sheets every time he dives back down like he’s the one being driven wild. Saliva coats his fingers, and he releases the base of my shaft with a final squeeze, tugging lightly on my balls before trailing a finger into the crease of my ass. When he presses against my tight rim, I lose what’s left of my control, fucking into his mouth as my rhythm dissolves and I clutch at his skull, locking him against me.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn through gritted teeth, with no intention of letting him go. And then he fuckingpurrs,a low rumble that starts in his chest and vibrates through every inch of my buried cock until it hits the tight coil of my balls, and I’m done, pulsing and arching and roaring my release while he swallows me down.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, once my brain can form words again. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?”
“Mmm.” He climbs up my spent and quaking form to plant a kiss in the hollow of my throat and grind his erection against my thigh. “We train that shit out as baby twinks these days.” Another kiss, nipping at my jaw. “Didn’t you ever practice on dildos as a kid?”
“No, Christ. You really are a deviant.”
“Lucky for you.” He licks along my lower lip until I open to his questing tongue, and he feeds me the taste of my own undoing.
13
Echo
Iwake up alone and wonder if he was a dream.
But no, his scent lingers on the pillows, almonds and apricots, and the sheet is crusted where I spilled my own release over his fingers before drifting back to sleep last night. My dick remembers, and my morning wood is more than ready for another round.
I tug on a pair of clean sweats—it might be the middle of nowhere, but I’m still not sure how he’d react to me walking around naked with a hard-on—and pad up the stairs. He’s not in the kitchen. Did he crawl back to his own bed after I fell asleep? I have no idea what time it is—I didn’t bother to check my phone—but the entire time I’ve been here, I’ve never woken up before him. I haven’t been in his bedroom, either, and I’m taking the first hesitant step up the last flight of stairs when I realize the shower is running.
Fuck yes.
Byrd’s bathroom is ridiculously large, with a claw-foot tub, a walk-in shower, and one huge window looking out over the forested hillside. It’s built for pampering and dirty fantasies. I’vecertainly indulged in my share of the latter, but I’m still not prepared for the way the sight of him, wet and naked with his back to the door, steals the breath from my lungs. I immediately regret my decision to bother with pants.
Caught on the threshold, I drink him in—the dark dusting of hair on his thighs and the swell of his ass; the grooves of muscle along his spine; the way his biceps flex and his broad shoulders shift as he runs his hands through his hair. His skin is tan and perfect, unmarked, and the urge to score him with my fingernails and lick the wounds floods the back of my tongue.
I must make some sound, a groan or a whimper, or maybe he feels my scorching gaze, because he half turns, looking over his shoulder, and his eyes darken. Without giving him a chance to protest, I shed my sweats and cross the room to open the shower door and slip inside. He turns fully to face me, still rinsing the last of the shampoo from his hair, and I give him a slow, deliberate once-over. His dick twitches where it hangs heavy against his thigh, and I’m shot through with the memory of him, swollen on my tongue, and the sweet-bitter taste of his cum.
It’s enough to make me close the distance between us before dragging my nails through the wet curls on his chest and licking up the column of his throat. The sensation of his rough stubble under my lips makes me shiver, and even though he’s only got maybe thirty pounds and a couple of inches on me, when he drops his hands to my shoulders and runs them down my back, I feel, for a bright, fleeting second, strangely young and almost small.
It’s like he’s somehow morefinishedthan the guys I usually fuck—his lines of muscle and bone drawn sharper, bolder, and all his textures rougher and more fascinating.
I want to claim them. I want to pin him against the tiles and pillage him with my cock until I’ve stolen his secrets and made them mine.
I am definitely making it to the store today.
