Page 175 of Love at First Fright

I increased the pressure, drawing his flesh between my teeth. Charlie cried out, hands tightening in my hair, pushing me closer. His cock dragged against my stomach again, leaving wet trails.

“Harder.”

I sucked as hard as I dared. Maybe if I bruised him deep enough, the mark would last forever. He’d carry me with him when he left this place. Part of me would exist beyond these walls, branded into his skin like a promise.

Time dissolved. I wasn’t sure how long I worked at his throat, lost in the rhythm of suction and release, Charlie’s desperate sounds filling the dusty air. His body writhed beneath mine, cock leaking steadily against my stomach.

Eventually, I pulled back to find Charlie hazy-eyed, pupils blown wide.

“Can you see it?” he panted.

Could I see it? It was a work of pure art. An enormous purple bruise bloomed across the side of his neck, dark as wine, standing out starkly against his pale skin.

Charlie pressed his finger into the centre of it and cried out, back arching off the duvet.

The sight of him—marked, desperate, completely undone—made something feral unfurl inside me. I kissed him deeply, swallowing his moans, before trailing my mouth down his body. Charlie’s hands found my shoulders, pulling me closer as I settled between his thighs.

I dragged my tongue across the tip of Charlie’s cock, and he made a sound like I’d destroyed him. His entire body shuddered beneath me, hips lifting off the duvet, and fuck, how I wished I could taste him.

He looked up at me through his lashes, lips parted, breathing hard. Those blue eyes were nearly black now, pupils swallowing the colour. “Let me suck you too,” he rasped.

I tilted my head to one side, considering. The idea of Charlie’s mouth on me while I worked him until he was a writhing mess…

Umm, yes please. “Twist around and sit on my face.”

Oh.

Charlie shaped that single word with his mouth, silent, before scrambling to reposition himself, movements clumsy with desperation. I helped guide him, hands on his hips, until he straddled my face, his cock hanging heavy above my mouth.

We were almost the exact same height—another piece of proof that the universe had carved us for each other. Two halves that only made sense when slotted together, designed to fit in ways that made my dead heart break.

Charlie’s lips wrapped around my cock, and every coherent thought scattered. Wet heat engulfed me as he took me deeper, tongue swirling around the head before pulling back to trace patterns along my length.

Fuck, Charlie’s dick. I’d almost forgotten I was supposed to be returning the favour until his cock twitched against my cheek, demanding attention.

I wrapped my lips around him, drawing him into my mouth slowly, savouring the weight of him on my tongue. Charlie’s hips jerked, a muffled moan vibrating around my cock. Lightning shot through me, white-hot, vicious.

We found a rhythm—messy, desperate, utterly perfect. Charlie’s mouth worked me with increasing urgency whilst I lost myself in the taste of him, the way he filled my mouth completely. His thighs trembled on either side of my head.

I needed more of him. Needed to claim every part of him before our time ran out.

My hand fumbled blindly for his rucksack, fingers rummaging through the contents until they miraculously closed around his small tube of lube. I squeezed some onto my fingers, coating them thoroughly.

Charlie’s breath hitched around my cock when I stroked a slippery finger up his crack, pressing gently against his hole. His moan wrapped around me, squeezed tightly.

I circled his entrance with the pad of my finger, teasing, applying the gentlest pressure. Yesterday had been rough—all desperate need and claiming. Today I wanted to worship him properly, pull him apart slowly, piece by piece.

My finger sank in to the first knuckle, and Charlie’s entire body went rigid. His mouth pulled off my cock with a gasp, head falling forward as he panted against my thigh.

“Fuck, Bat—”

I held perfectly still, letting him adjust whilst pressing soft kisses to his inner thighs. Only when his muscles relaxed did I push deeper, working my finger in. I began to move, slow and careful. He gripped me tight, fever-hot around my finger. I crooked it slightly, searching for that spot that would make him see stars.

“Oh fuck—”

Found it.

I stroked over his prostate again, gentle but insistent. Charlie’s hips bucked, his cock leaking steadily now. I craned my neck up, tongue darting out to catch another bead of precum at his tip. Another broken moan tore from his throat.