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As I lick a trail down to his navel, I encounter quite a few invisible scars, rough patches that intrigue me. I brush my fingertips over the clothed head of his erection, and he hisses between his teeth. I dip my tongue into the small indentation of his bellybutton, then drag the elastic of his briefs down an inch and pepper the pale skin stretching over his hip with kisses.
His scent of musk is strong down here, and his cock twitches, imprisoned in the fabric. I lay my cheek on his hip and lift the top of his briefs, ogling his hard-on.
Never knew a man’s engorged cock could be so beautiful. So erotic. It shifts as I gaze at it, thick and long and flushed, darker than the rest of him, pulsing veins twisting around it. Never felt this irresistible urge to touch and lick and taste.
The only sound is his harsh breathing. The roughly-hewn muscles in his thighs tremble, his abs tighten as I peel his briefs down, slowly, carefully, unwrapping him.
His cock springs free, bobbing over his hard stomach, and he jerks and gasps, his hands fisting in the covers, his hips rolling.
Wow. His hard-on is so much bigger than it had seemed. Frigging huge. Striking.
Kind of intimidating.
Powerful, too—knowing I’m the one doing this to him, that he has no way of hiding just how aroused he is. How much he’s enjoying it.
Hot.
I let go of the fabric of his briefs, leaving it bunched-up under his crotch, and walk my fingertips up, over his balls. They roll under my touch, and his cock jolts and bounces, leaking on his stomach. Breathless, I cup his balls, feel their weight, lift them slightly and lean down to place a kiss on them, nuzzling the base of his cock. I lick the warm skin, and he jerks and sits up.
I still, looking up at him, wondering if I hurt him by mistake, or if it’s too much.
“Fuck. No one’s ever done this…” His teeth are clenched and he’s panting hard, sweat glistening on his face and chest, rolling in shiny paths down his neck. “Dammit, Embers.” He flops back down on the pillows with that look of wonder on his face that makes my chest tight. “Feels so fucking good.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I smile at him from where I’m half-lying on him, draped over his thigh, and take my time tracing his balls and cock with my fingers and tongue and lips, until he’s moaning and twisting on the bed, those impressive muscles in his legs and chest bunching and rippling.
God, how crazy is it that I want to rub myself all over him like a cat in heat? He’s so frigging sexy. I tug down his briefs over his knees and all the way off, and he’s lying there, a sculpted statue of male beauty, the ink on his arm and pec the only splash of color. His eyes glimmer, gray-green, as he watches me under his lashes, his mouth slightly ajar as he pants softly.
Waiting to see what I’ll do next. His eagerness, and the knowledge I’m the first to play this game of pleasure with him makes me bold.
“So nobody has done this to you before?” I return my hand to his balls, rolling them, and blow on his hard shaft.
He shivers and groans. “Fuck, no.”
“This?” I lick slowly up his cock until I reach the flared head. He tastes salty and subtly sweet.
“No.” His voice is strangled, and his hands clench and unclench. “God, can’t…” He lifts his hips, and his cock brushes my jaw when I draw back. It’s burning hot, flushed dark and wet. “You’re killing me, kitten. Fucking Hell.”
I close my hand around the base of his cock, and his whole body tenses and arches. His balls pull up, and he grunts something that might have been my name. He’s panting like he’s run a marathon. His head is thrown back, the tendons in his neck straining.
Although I’ve had my release already thanks to his skilled hand, I’m on fire. It’s as if my every touch on his body echoes in mine.
I lick the underside of his cock, his musky, salty taste exploding on my tongue. He gro
ans like he’s in pain, and he reaches for his hard-on. His bigger hands wraps around mine and together we stroke him as I explore with my mouth the head of his cock and the small, leaking slit.
“Embers, dammit…” That’s all the warning I get before he grabs my arm with his other hand and hauls me up, on top of him. Between our bodies, our hands are trapped around his hardness.
I feel the moment he comes undone, feel his cock jerk, his hot seed splash on my chest and his. His cry bounces off the walls of my room, his body shakes and twists as if he’s trying to get away from the pleasure, as if it’s too much.
More heat floods the space between us, and it’s so hot, so sexy pleasurable spasms go through me—an orgasm distantly echoing his. He crushes his mouth to mine as I moan, tastes himself on my tongue, and our bodies move and slide together.
Later, after I grab a handful of tissues from my bedside table and clean us up, when his body finally uncoils and relaxes, I pull the covers up over us and he pulls me close, wraps his arms around me until I’m half-sprawled over him. He tucks my head under his chin and holds me as sleep steals over me.
Crap… He has tugged on every single heartstring I own. How am I supposed to not fall for him after this?
***
I wake up to the feel of warm lips on mine. Gasping, I untangle my mind from a dream of lying in bed with gorgeous Jesse Lee… and find myself looking into Jesse Lee’s eyes.
