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“That sounds perfect,” he said.
Chapter
Eighteen
“Fuck, Marion,” Lorik hissed, biting the fleshy side of his palm, which squeezed against his mouth. “What else do you need fixed in this place?”
I would’ve smiled, maybe even laughed at the slight pleading torment in his voice, but my mouth was stuffed, so full that I could only take in a few inches of his cock.
At first, I’d be hesitant. Shy, even. It had been a long time since I’d pleasured a male like this, and my first lover had once told me I wasn’t even that good at it.Thathad stung, my self-esteem taking a hit, but Lorik’s reaction just about erased years of shame from that one mean, flippant comment.
Or maybe it’s just the partner I’m with,I couldn’t help but think. Lorik’s own obvious pleasure spurred my own. Iwantedto make him feel better than he ever had before. Iwantedto make him crazy, I wanted to make him moan and thrash and curse at gods he wasn’t sure existed for me.
He’d already made me come. Now it was his turn, and I wanted him to crave this.
I hummed as I slid my lips down his cock, hollowing my cheeks when I reached my limit.
“Gods,” he groaned. “Marion, I’m going to come soon. I—”
I released his cock with a wetpopand took his length in my hand. Hot and hard, I pumped him, slow and teasing. Silver pre-come was dripping from his tip at a nearly steady rate, the taste of him lingering on my tongue—earthy and musky and delicious.
“Come for me,” I murmured, feeling a distracting throb between my thighs though I ignored it. This was about Lorik. He’d been so generous, and I wanted to return the favor. I’d teased him long enough, however. “I want you to come for me.”
His answering groan sounded pained. His hips began to rock against my grip, steady but greedy. I stroked his length, his slippery pre-come and my saliva making my hand glide.
And when I put my lips over the head of his swollen cock, I sucked hard before tracing the seam with my tongue.
His hips punched forward, a hard jerk that I thought took both of us by surprise, but I only tightened my grip on him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, breath huffing out of him. I could see the gleam of his perspiration through his tunic and felt my hands hit the laces of his untied pants every time I ran them down his cock. There was something so very naughty about this. Him fully clothed, on the verge of coming down my throat. And me on my knees before him, not a stitch of clothing on me.
We hadn’t even made it to the bed. He had his perfect ass wedged against the table, and my knees were pressed to the hard stone floor.
“Marion.”
My name was my only warning falling from his lips, and I sucked harder. His hips jerked, a single harsh breath exhaling from his throat, and then he was unleashing his come onto my waiting tongue. The thick ropes of it were hot. Endless. I swallowed him down as best as I could, though some escaped from my lips, dribbling down to my chin.
All the while, Lorik’s burning gaze was piercing into me. Helikedto watch this. I met his eyes as my throat worked, and he whispered something in a language I didn’t recognize, though the roots of which sounded Allavari.
When he gave a final jerk against me and I released him, wiping at my face with the dress he’d nearly torn off me, I leaned back on my heels.
For a long while, it was quiet. The crackling in the hearth was the only sound, besides my own heartbeat in my ears.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered.
“Did you like it?” I couldn’t help but ask, suddenly shy, kneeling in front of him, despite what I’d just spent the better of the last twenty minutes doing. My jaw ached from his size, but I needed to hear his praise like I needed air. “If it was bad, you can tell me. I—”
“If it was bad?” Lorik rasped, disbelief in his tone. He straightened, though he didn’t bother to tuck himself into his pants before he crouched in front of me. When he kissed me, I gasped. I tried to turn my head away, but he growled, “It turns me on to taste myself on your tongue. You think I’d not like that?”
“Oh,” I breathed.
“Why in all the Four Quadrants would you believe it wasbad?”
“Because…because my first lover told me I was bad at it,” I admitted, half wishing I’d not said anything at all.
Lorik’s gaze narrowed. “Yeah, well, fuck him. His loss. You’re mine now.”
My cheeks heated when Lorik threaded his hand behind the nape of my neck, holding me in place when he kissed me again. My heart thudded.
