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With my arms free, I threaded my fingers through his silky fine hair and encouraged him to lift his head. “I want to kiss you.”
He didn’t listen and dipped his tongue in my navel as he spread my thighs.
“Or… that’s good too. Carry on.”
Mordecai buried his nose in the crease of my leg, inhaling before raking his teeth over my inner thigh. His nips were gentle, and I shivered from the contact, trembling with need.
Before I knew what was happening, he licked a path up my cock and swallowed me to the root. I bucked and cried out at the sudden explosion of pleasure. “Oh fuck. Jesus. Yes. That’s so good.”
Mordecai came up slowly, applying suction and grazing ever so lightly with his teeth. The euphoria scrambled my brain. A hint of pain. A metric ton of pleasure. Maybe I imagined it, but I swore his eyeteeth bracketed my cock, cradling it. It was ludicrous. It was luxurious. It wasn’t possible. Although more pronounced than the average person’s, Mordecai wasn’t a cat with razor-sharp fangs, but fuck if it wasn’t the best sensation I’d ever felt.
I wanted him to do it again, so I could judge it properly, but he released me with a pop.
Mordecai climbed my body. Lustful pools of Bordeaux took me in. I was drunk on him, a desperate fool who was ready to beg. Even in the low light of the room, Mordecai’s flaming lips stood out against his pale skin. Wet and wonderful. I wanted to kiss them, but curiosity made me raise a finger instead.
I traced the digit over his swollen mouth. He parted his lips and flicked the pad with his tongue. Taking the opportunity, I dipped my finger inside, tracing it over his teeth. Normal fucking teeth. A slight protrusion on either side, pointed, but nothing outrageous. I was losing my mind.
Alight with humor, Mordecai gently clamped down before sucking my finger all the way into his mouth, hard enough it drew a direct line of pleasure to my balls.
An embarrassing groan left me, and I closed my eyes. “You’re fucking intense.”
He released my finger and hovered over my mouth. “And you, Ensley, are irresistible.” He kissed me, sucking my tongue with the same vigor. I couldn’t remember my name, let alone why I gave a shit about his teeth.
The kiss was wet and sloppy and invigorating. Mordecai tasted like fire and lightning and salty oceans. It stirred my blood, leaving me spinning. It was the intoxication of alcohol. It was mulled wine and decadent chocolate on a cold winter night. I didn’t know if I was flying or falling or floating, but I was lighter than air, coasting on a dream.
Hazy with lust and burning with need, I took the opportunity to remove Mordecai’s underwear before drawing his naked body against mine. His smooth, tight skin felt utterly flawless under my hands, like cool marble, an untouched snowy landscape, a piece of art in a museum. I mapped the soft curves of his shoulders, followed the arch of his spine, and clung to the globes of his ass as I rutted against his steely length.
He pushed his cock against mine in return, and I whimpered.
The friction was fantastic, but it wasn’t enough, and Mordecai seemed to come to that conclusion as well. He broke from my mouth, his half-lidded gaze smoldering.
“This is dangerous, Ensley.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Yet you don’t believe me.”
“Nope, and if I’m wrong, I’ll risk it.”
He didn’t argue and positioned himself between my legs again, where he proceeded to suck my cock like it was an Olympic sport and he was going for gold. Mordecai had skills and tricks I didn’t know existed, like he’d been perfecting the art of blow jobs since the dawn of time. How was it this good?
He was my own personal nirvana. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt this out of my mind with sex before. The urgency was unfamiliar. The heady mix of senses was out of control. Christ, if this was what sex with Mordecai was like, I never wanted it to end.
His attention turned to my ass, and he used a combination of fingers and his tongue to prep me. The assault went on for far longer than I expected, until I was seeing stars. Until I couldn’t form sentences, and every cell in my body was set to explode. Only then did Mordecai stop and position himself.
He used plenty of saliva, rubbing it over his length and covering my hole.
“I won’t hurt you.”
I nodded furiously, too beyond myself to make words but fully trusting him. I scanned his gorgeous body. Refractions of light danced over his beautiful skin from the gently fluttering drapes. Porcelain. Ivory. A flawless work of art.
He stroked himself, and I admired his uncut length as he instructed me to hold my legs back.
Then, he was there, pressing inside, entering me in one long, delicious glide.
My toes curled, and I moaned.
His first thrust sent a surge of electricity through my veins. Mordecai took his time, building the pace and watching my reaction with a captivating intensity I couldn’t look away from.
