I suck, lick, slurp and devour. I take him as deep as I can. He feels so good. So right. The ache in my jaw is so satisfying. Peace settles over me, and I soar. I bob my head and hum contently. I’d be riding waves of ecstasy if I was just blowing him, the fact he is also worshipping my cock, is the cherry on the cake. A keen surge of pleasure that mingles with the joy of having him in my throat. Dual delights that are driving me feral. Carnal need that’s igniting all the wild, primal part of me and burning away the thin veneer of civilisation.
I’m a beast. Tangled with the person I want. Fucking each other in our den.
My orgasm slams through me without warning. Burning, blazing, scorching through me. I muffle my cry by sucking harder on his cock. My hips dance, thrusting into him, pushing my cock deeper into his soft and willing throat. I shoot my load deep inside him and he swallows around me.
As my wave of ecstasy ebbs, his crests. The futon shakes. The plastic covering the window flaps alarmingly. A singeing smell fills the air. Something thick, heated, and viscous pours down my throat.
Dis groans around my cock, the pitch far too low for me to hear, but I feel it all right.
I squeal as I buck frantically, nearly cumming again. Dis releases my cock, and my lungs heave, gasping in air.
Holy fuck.
Wheezing, I scramble around and collapse next to his head, our noses nearly touching.
He’s not the least bit out of breath, the bastard, but his eyes are gently swirling with different shades of blue. Each one achingly beautiful.
My nose twitches, the singeing smell is lingering. I lift my head and look over his shoulder.
The frayed edges of the worn carpet are smouldering slightly.
“You set fire to the carpet!”
Dis winces, his gaze drops. “Apologies,” he says quietly.
I raise an eyebrow. Is he… embarrassed? That’s adorable.
“I thought you were done with setting fire to my shit,” I say.
His blue eyes lift up to meet mine again, full of lust and promise. “Please allow me to make amends.”
I lie back down and get comfortable. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“I will purchase you a new rug.”
I blink.
The corner of Dis’s mouth twitches.
My eyes narrow.
Both corners of his mouth twitch.
“Disney, did you just make a joke?”
He lifts his head proudly. “Yes.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. Followed by a snort. “Well done, I’m impressed.”
He grins, and it totally transforms his face. From outrageously attractive, to something that feels like it’s melting my eyeballs. My heart thuds and my stomach swoops.
I stop laughing. I just stare at him. I can’t help it. He stares back. It really is impossible.
I shake my head and snap myself out of it. “I think you really should make it up to me.”
His eyes heat. “What did you have in mind?”
“A kiss,” I say, suddenly and utterly unexpectedly.
