Page 48 of Theta

He clutches the curly mass of my blond curls in one hand and cups my cheek with the other. "I fucking love who you are, Story. I always have."

To hide the red burn of emotion in my eyes until I can get it under control, I take him in my mouth and breathe through my nose and dive down his length, and then I start a rhythm, knowing neither of us can handle drawing this out any longer.

"Come for me," I gasp, lips moving against the tip of his cock. "Now. Please, Killy. Come for me."

I nuzzle his length with my lips and pump his root, mouth his tip and swirl my tongue over his leaking slit, taste his pre-cum and smear it on my lips, my chin, my cheek, and then as he starts to buck into my fist, I wrap my mouth around him and slide my lips down his length until they meet my fist, and then I start to go down on him in earnest, lips and fist touching as I slide down his thick, pulsing shaft.

"Story!" he whispers, sounding ragged and half-broken. "Oh fuck!"

"Mmmm!” I whimper, as he starts to move helplessly. "Mmm-hmmm!"

"I need—"

I let him free with a loud pop. "What? Tell me, Killy." I guide his hands to my head. "Better yet, don’t tell me—show me. Make me."

"Make you?"

"Make me. Take me." I cast my eyes up to his. "No holding back. No filter. Brutal honesty, right? That goes for this, too. Please. Killy, please."

His eyes search my face, and he sees something there that must reassure him, because his grip on my head tightens, and he slowly applies downward pressure. "Make me come, Story," he murmurs.

"Fuck yes," I gasp, and take him in my mouth again, down my throat again, and then pump his root and suckle around his head.

I go faster and faster until he's panting and bucking and writhing, and then he pulls at me to slow me.

“Wait, wait, wait," he murmurs. "Slow."

I go slow, then, my eyes lifted to his as my lips slick down his length, and then….

"Fuck!" he snarls. "I need to…fuck. I need you. I need to fuck your mouth."

"Do it," I whisper. "Show me."

"Don't let me hurt you."

"I won't. Promise.”

And then, with a soft growl, he adjusts his grip on my head, gathering my hair into a ponytail in his fist at the back of my head, and his other hand cups above his fist and pushes me down. I go willingly, and then he thrusts once, and I taste his pre-cum and feel him pulsing, and he growls. And now he doesn’t push; instead, he thrusts. I open my mouth and throat for him and adjust my angle so I can take him like this, and he holds me where he wants me and fucks into my mouth.

"Oh my god, Story," he whispers, his voice raspy and hoarse. "Holy fuck. Holy fuck. I'm gonna come so goddamn hard!"

"Mmmm-hmmmm!" I cry, wordless and shrill and breathless with legitimately eager excitement.

He rocks into me, then, hard and fast, thrusting and driving and grunting, holding my head in place with both hands, and the closer he is to release, the more sounds he makes, the wilder his movements are, and the more turned on I am.

And then he loses the last vestiges of his control, and this is what I crave—his wildness, his aggression, his out-of-control need.

For me.

He grips my hair hard, tight, and fucks up into my mouth while pushing me down, and yet he knows how to make sure he doesn't go too deep.

I feel him nearing the edge—I feel it in the throb of his cock, the tightening of his balls, the stutter and stagger of his thrusts, the way he gasps, the way he groans…

And then he can't even thrust anymore, can only push up off the couch, ass cheeks rock hard, abs harder, chin tucked to his chest, hands helplessly crush-gripping the mass of my hair in one hand and cupping the back of my neck with the other, and now it's up to me to take him over the edge.

I pump my fist around his root as fast as my hand will go, and with the other I massage his taint, pressing my fingers against the delicate secret seam of skin there, and I press my middle fingertip closer and closer to the knot of muscle, and his breath catches in a sharp gasp…

And then he finally, finally comes with a long low snarling sigh. I match his sigh with a shocked whimper as he floods my mouth and throat with his seed, salty and tangy and semi-sweet, and I swallow it all down and pump him for more, and I receive all I could ever wish and so, so much more. My god, so much cum. His hot cock pulses and pounds against my lips, and I massage his taint and caress his length slowly and gently now, lips around his glans as I suckle, pause to gulp and to breathe, then lick his length from base to glans, rolling my mouth over his cock-head just before he spurts more cum. I don’t quite catch it all, and a dribble of it trickles down his shaft—I lick it away, and then lick again, and again, and he's silent and open-mouthed and wide-eyed, brow furrowed with furious wild awe.