Page 82 of Phantom Faceoff
When we come to a stop, that calm turns to uncertainty.
Malachi reads me—because of course he does—and his hands slip under the fabric of my briefs to dig into my ass.
“Let go, Wildfire,” he breathes into my mouth.
My body trembles. “You’ll take care of me? I won’t hurt you?”
A smile. “You won’tbreakme. I can handle a little pain from my boy.”
His boy.
Oh.
This is what he likes about it.
I run both hands through his hair, taking his kiss like the promise it is, and curl my fingers in the multicolored strands.
He kisses me harder.
The cauldron of pain bubbling inside of me spills over.
I yank him back and attack his neck with my teeth and tongue. Pinching the skin and soothing the irritation. His back hits the wide trunk of a tree, and I free a hand to reach for his jeans.
For a second, I think he might change his mind when one of his hands joins mine, but all he does is shove the jeans down andkick them to the side. He’s not fully hard—just chubbed up—so I pin his hips with mine and rut our growing erections together.
His shirt goes next, and my hands immediately jump to his tattoos, feeling each and every one beneath my fingers. I’m half-tempted to tell him to stamp my name into the trail above his dick—but that might be pushing the moment too far.
I’ve still got his hair gripped in my fist, and I tug it tighter until he gasps out a moan and his cock twitches against mine.
Bingo.
“I think,” I whisper, moving my lips down his chest, “that you actually like pain.” I have to let go of his hair to scratch my nails down his side. “You like the ache in your balls from being denied.”
When his breathing hitches, I know I’ve hit the mark. “Maybe you’re the one who needs to be spanked, Daddy.”
One of Malachi’s hands lands on my shoulder and pushes until I fall to my knees. Looking up, his face is clouded by shadows and lust, and it makes my dick ache that much more to be inside him.
“Maybe the brat needs a pacifier until he’s ready to get his dick wet.”
Without a complaint or breaking eye contact, I yank his boxers down and let his dick spring free. I’ve caught glimpses when fooling around, but this is my first time seeing him completely unrestrained.
His dick is long and on the thinner side, and I grip it at the base with his balls cradled in my other hand.
It’s ridiculous how long I’ve wanted him in my mouth.
I drag my tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, sucking it between my lips with methodically slow pumps of my hand until the precum drips out.
His hands find my hair, but he doesn’t pull. Just holds me. Encourages me to take him deeper into my mouth. At the firstgag, I sputter off and squeeze his balls lightly the way he does to me.
His chest vibrates with a low moan, and I do it again. Harder.
Now he’s pulling my hair. Pushing his cock back between my lips. I take him, playing with how rough I can be before he taps out.
The answer isreally damn roughbecause I’m out of breath and covered in spit when I pull off and focus solely on his sack. It’s ungodly attractive watching him throw his arms back to grip the trunk of the tree, jutting his hips out with every squeeze and tug.
No one has touched him like this in years. All of this is mine.
He’s mine.
