Page 143 of Fall Before Her Throne

“Get naked.”

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. Then he shucked off his pants and kicked them away. With his tattoos on full display, he stretched, and my mouth watered at the idea of licking a line up that skin break between them. His hand closed around his cock and he stroked up and down, slowly, matching the pace of my own movements. My eyes lidded. Yeah, I wanted more.

“I like watching you touch yourself,” I said softly. I climbed onto the bed, on my knees, watching the way his wrist flexed.

“Yeah? I bet you’ll like this even more.” He pushed me flat on the bed and then immediately closed his mouth over my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunted. My hand instantly went to the back of his head. I didn’t apply any pressure, but the bobbing up and down was intoxicating. His tongue felt so good, it drew a moan from deep in my lungs. “Jesus, Ryu. How do you know what to do with that fucking mouth?”

He sucked me hard and then popped off. “I’m excellent at giving head.”

I laughed, gripping his hair and guiding him back down. “Keep going.”

God, the way his mouth moved. It was sloppy and wet and so fucking eager. This was fucking amazing. Why had I been holding back for so long? If he kept up with this, he would wipe my cum off his face in about ten seconds.

“Wait.” He popped off and looked up, a cocky but lustful look in his eye. I didn’t want to blow my load in his mouth. Not yet. I wanted his ass first.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and sat back. His cock was still rock hard between his legs. “Do you want to do this, Cas?”

I did. I really did. “Yeah.”

He put a hand on my leg. “Are you sure? No jokes.”

The corner of my mouth perked up. “I’m sure. What about you?”

“I do.” He cleared his throat. “You can fuck me.”

“Come here, then,” I said as I reached for him. He grabbed my hair when he slammed his mouth on mine, straddling me. My arm wrapped around his waist, and I flipped us so he was on the bed and I was on top.

“You know what to do.” Who knew his voice could be so breathy and raw? “Lube’s in the drawer. I got some especially for you.”

I chuckled softly as I grabbed it. “I didn’t realize you were so fucking desperate.”

“It’s not like I’ve tried to hide⁠—”

I kissed him. “Shut up.” His mouth was hot and wet. The feel of our naked skin together, all heat and goosebumps and nerves on fire, was going straight to my head. It was almost like my first time with Leona. I couldn’t believe it was happening, and I was relishing every single second.

I squeezed a little bit of lube on my fingers. My tongue pushed into his mouth at the same time my finger pressed against his hole. He groaned, dragging his nails down my back while he tilted his head back. My lips clamped on his neck, sucking mark after mark there.

“Hurry up,” he rasped while I stretched him. “You’re stalling.”

“You’re annoying.” I’d give him a thousand fucking hickies, bruise him over and over. Cocky asshole deserved it.

“You like it.”

“Not even a little,” I said, pushing in another finger. My teeth dragged down his neck, and his nails scratched down my back.

“Cas,” he groaned. “Come on.”

I bit his lip and pulled. “You’ll wait until I say you’re ready.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” he muttered, but he rocked against my fingers.

“I’m going to fuck your asshole.”

“Ha. Ha.” He rolled his eyes, but I kept everything slow and steady. His chest moved faster and faster while he groaned. I didn’t want to rush this. I needed him to enjoy it as much as I was. “Then do it already.”

“Fine,” I said, pressing my tip to his ass. My eyes locked onto his. His lips parted slightly, and he moaned as I pushed inside him. I could feel the heat on my cheeks, the lust in my gaze. “You feel so fucking good.”