Page 68 of Godless Saints

I tensed. “Shut up. You have a sick mind.”

Cillian leaned in and bit my neck. I moaned involuntarily into it. Fuck.

“I… Cillian. I, eh…”

He pulled back, hovering over me. Why the hell do I feel this way about him?

“I want to suck your dick too. Before you fuck me.”

Cillian grinned. “Baby, if you suck my dick now, I’m gonna come.”

There it was again. That stupid feeling only he could pull out of me. He flipped onto his back.

I moved between his legs. Nerves hit hard. He was watching me. Performance anxiety decided this was the ideal moment to remind me I’d never done this before.

“I haven’t actually done this before, but—” I stopped, jaw tight.

“Do what I did to you. Put your mouth on my cock. Use your tongue, squeeze my balls if you want. Honestly, baby, use your teeth. I’ll love whatever the fuck you do to me.”

I rolled my eyes but leaned down before nerves could talk me out of it. Took the head into my mouth. Salty. I liked it. I sucked experimentally, clumsy, trying to take him deeper. Fuck, how does he do this so easily? I gagged. Kept trying anyway.

Cillian groaned, eyes never leaving me. He fisted my hair, holding back, hips twitching like it took everything not to thrust.

“Christ, look at you.”

I took him deeper. Tears welled. He was so big. The thought of him fitting inside me flashed, no. Stop. The praise hit. I sucked harder, tongue clumsy, but it mattered. I wanted this. I just needed to get over myself.

He yanked my hair gently. I looked up.

“You hate it, don’t you?” My cheeks burned.

Cillian laughed once, rough, then dropped his head back for a second before popping up on his elbows.

“Fuck, no. Keep that up and I’m gonna come. But I need to be inside you right now.”

I crawled back up and lay beside him. Cillian settled between my legs, spreading them, inspecting me. I was already getting hard again. Embarrassing. It was fucking frustrating.

He reached for the lube, slicked his fingers, and worked it into me first. I couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out, this time it felt like real preparation. He pushed deeper until I was coated and shining.

“Give me your hand.”

I hesitated, then gave it. He squeezed a generous amount of lube into my palm.

“Put it on my dick.” I coated him, reluctant, squeezing just to be an asshole.

Cillian groaned low. “Mmm, you feel fucking good already, baby.”

“Can we drop those nicknames? I’ve told you I’m not your girlfriend.”

He took my hand away. The thick head dragged over my hole, then pressed.

“No.” His voice dropped. “You keep pretending you’re fine with this. Like you’ve done it a hundred times.”

He pulled my hips closer, spreading me wider, my ass nestled against his cock. One hand fisted in my hair, tipping my head back.

“You’re shaking, prince. So either admit you want it slower… or keep lying and I’ll give you exactly what you’re asking for.”

My face burned. I shoved at his chest, but my hips stayed where they were.