"You're salty, baby."
He licks me again. Lower this time. The hollow of my collarbone, where the sweat pooled and dried. Across my chest. Down the line of my sternum where the t-shirt was sticking to me an hour ago. His tongue is hot and unhurried and his hands have come up to hold my ribs in place because my knees have started to shake.
This his mouth is at my hip, the crease of muscle there. He drags his nose along the line of it and inhales.
"I'm going to put my mouth on every inch of it before I fuck you."
He does.
He drops to his knees in front of me. Hands on my thighs. Mouth on my belly, my hip, the inside of my thigh where the sweat was still beaded an hour ago. He drags his tongue along my hipbone. Sucks the salt off the cut of muscle inside it. Burieshis nose in the crease where my thigh meets my groin and inhales like a man checking a wine.
"Baby."
"...yeah—"
"You even fuckingtastelike a man who's been used."
I make a sound that’s pathetic.
He looks up at me from his knees. Pupils blown. His mouth is wet from my skin and his hair is sticking up where I have, at some point I don’t remember, put my hand in it. He grins.
"Fair warning, sweetheart. I'm not done tasting you. But before I get back down here—"
He stands. Slow. Drags himself up the front of my body, mouth never quite leaving me, until he's standing again with one hand at my throat and the other reaching down to cup his bulge.
"—you're going to do something for me first."
He shoves his pants and his briefs down past his hips in one fast motion.
He is,fuck, he’s so hard. The head of him is dark and slick and my mouth waters looking at the length of him.
"On your knees, baby."
I lower myself just like he tells me to.
The carpet is cold. He's not gentle about putting me there—his hand at my throat guides me down with steady pressure, his other hand fisting in my hair the second I'm in position. I look up at him from his floor. His cock is at my mouth. His thumb traces the corner of my lips.
"Open."
I open.
He doesn't ease me into it.
He pushes the first inch of himself into my mouth and then keeps going. Slow but unrelenting, watching my face the whole time, his thumb pressing the corner of my mouth wider ashe works deeper. My jaw aches before he is halfway in. He keeps going.
"That's it. Open up for me. Yeah, baby. Look at you."
I gag.
I gag on the head of him hitting the back of my throat and tears sting at the corners of my eyes and he watches it, makes a sound low in his throat that is not quite a laugh, and does not pull out.
"Mm. There it is."
Panic tightens my chest.
"Breathe through your nose, baby. You can take it."
I breathe through my nose just as he pushes deeper.
