Page 111 of Dead Vengeance

But he captures mine, presses it to the table. “Are you all right?”

“Liam, I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what this is. I would have told you if I’d thought—”

He cuts me off with a kiss, heated, passionate, and his fingers curl into mine. “I don’t want to stop. Unless you do. Do you want me to?”

“No.” Plain and naked truth.

“No. Good. Fuck.” He drops back down and takes me again, and this is insane. I can feel all his own pleasure radiating from him, flowing over me, hitting every nerve. The pleasure he’s giving me. The pleasure he’s giving himself. It’s this insane echo chamber, more and more bliss reverberating back and forth between us, and I can barely think at all. Only that I want more. Only that I want to do this for him. That I don’t want to be the one on the desk. That I want to take him, wholly, completely.

And that if him giving me a blowjob is just about sending us both over the edge, just think what else I can do…

thirty-three

Pentorgasm

Liam

Archer’s dick is life. It’s like some magical instrument. I thought I would love sucking his cock, and it turns out I do love sucking his cock, but there aren’t words to describe this.

Magic? It must be magic. Do I care? No, I really don’t think so. My life has taken a strange turn lately, and if this is the cherry on top of that bizarre ghost cake, I’m going to eat it up.

I’m a wreck for him, inside and out. I don’t even know who I am anymore. There’s me, and there’s him, and there’s this, whatever this is, that makes me shudder every time my tongue slides down his dick—that makes me want to explode with every taste of precum.

Archer’s saying my name, and it sounds perfect on his lips. Archer’s pulling my hair, and he makes me feel like I’m a king. Like I’m the best cocksucker in the world, pride and pleasure intermingled on my tongue and my lips, and when I make him come, god, I’m going to feel so pleased with myself.

Suddenly, Archer’s fingers tighten in my hair, and just for a second, I think this is it, he’s about to let go. Then I almost fall flat on my face when he slides out of my mouth, drops down off the desk, landing on his knees in front of me to catch me just in time.

I’m not complaining. God, he’s so beautiful. I can do this down on the floor just as easily.

But he takes my lips before I can taste him again, clicks the buckles open on my overalls.

“Archer,” I vaguely protest, stroking his cock, getting a warm wave of pleasure all through my body as I do. “You said you’d come in my mouth.”

“I said nothing,” he replies, and fair, he never actually agreed to come in my mouth, but I thought we were in a good place with this relationship.

“Take everything off,” he instructs me, and fuck I love the stern voice he’s using. “Now.”

“Yes, Mr Gravely.” Maybe the way I say it is coy, but he looks at me like I’m a god for it. Then he wrenches my overalls down and rips my shirt over my head.

My hands are just as busy, his robe slinking to the floor, his soft shirt going flying across the room, giving me few and too-fleeting seconds to take in how gorgeous his body is before my mouth is on his erect nipple, hands searching over the hard planes of him. I bite down, and I feel it. He lets out a pleasured cry, and I try to repress my own, then he rips his hand into my hair and pulls me up. “It’s impossible to get good help these days,” he growls, his voice absolutely dripping with sex.

He kisses me, hard and passionate, then flings me down on my back, onto the soft rug, splayed out on the pentagram.

Being fucked on a necromancer’s pentagram was not on my bingo card for literally ever, but this feels like winning every lottery in the world all at once.

Is that weird? Is this a new kink? Satanic sex?

It is now.

I let my arms reach over my head, maybe slightly stretching out for him to look at me, maybe slightly digging my fingers into the rug and holding on, because I just have a feeling I’m going to need to. Fuck, I hope he likes what he sees.

“I’m going to have to discipline you for that,” he says, moving between my legs, looming over me, pushing my knees apart. Fuck, he’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s all muscles and abs and pecs and gah! Just the exact image I’ve been dreaming about. My dick throbs forward at the very thought of him disciplining me.

Does it ruin the game if I beg him for it? Tell him I’ll be the best worker he’s ever had if only he’ll let me take dicktation for him?

I bite my lip to keep quiet, just in case, but the little nip he places on the side of my knee slides a sharp breath over my teeth.

He works his way along my thigh, kissing, nipping, and it’s so slow, so delicious, so close to where I want him. I reach down, sink a hand into his hair to maybe, just a little, encourage him, but he bats my hand away. “Behave.”