Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MIKO
Adominant energy came over my mate, purposeful glints in his eyes. Those flecks of glitter were a riot of horny stars.
And so, so sexy.
He stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact.
“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered.
“Ori…”
He smiled. “I love how that nickname sounds.”
“And I love the bulge in your jeans.”
He looked down, rubbing at the swell in the denim. “Gilded Tower again. What about you?”
I licked my lips as he stroked me through my jeans. “Fuck.”
“Gilded Tower, the sequel.”
He slammed his lips onto mine, his kiss so wet, so tasty. He pushed into me, trapping his hand between our denim-clad erections, moaning into my mouth.
I could kiss those lips morning, noon, and night. He always tasted like cherries and home, the brightest star in the galaxy.
My home.
My mate.
My heartbreak.
I shook off that last part. No way would I kill this moment. He might have the Gilded Tower in his jeans, but Mount Everest raged in mine. I needed his touch, his body, all of him to soothe the sting of real life.
My heart raced with excitement, my body vibrating with expectation.
Ori broke the kiss, stepping back but keeping his hand on my crotch. “Yum.” Slowly, he ran his tongue across that pretty mouth of his.
“Yeah. Agreed.” I kept my spine pressed against the tree.
Without another word, he opened the top button of my jeans, slowly peeling the zipper open. The sound made my balls tighten, electricity pulsing to the tip of my cock.
He went to his knees, tugging my jeans over my hips as he went. Traced his fingers back up my legs to my underwear, leaving hot remnants of his touch across my skin.
I quivered, so ready, so fucking turned on by the sight of him down there.
He wanted to make me feel good. Me. What an honor from such a beautiful man.
Ori kissed my dick through the gray fabric, then peeled the cotton barrier down. My cock sprang free, making him giggle. His fingers curled around the base of it, his eyes raking every inch, scrutinizing the tip.
“Yum,” he said again, gently licking the precum.
“Fuck…” I breathed.
“Here we go,” he said before taking me into the hot pocket of his mouth.
Holy shit. The sensation of heat and wetness, the silkiness of it. Talk about mind-blowing and the perfect fit. Those lips of his were a velvet vice, slowly sliding up and down my shaft with amazing finesse.
My fingers found his hair while his fingers found my balls. Tugging, playing, igniting a hotter fire in my groin.
He swallowed me deeper, down to the base. I felt myself hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t gag, just adjusted his position, hands on my hips. He rocked his head back and forth, driving me crazy, making my toes curl, my fingers digging harder into his scalp.
“Ori… Ori… Fuck…”
He worked me harder, increasing his energy, his mouth built for pleasure.
“Ori…”
Harder, harder, harder. Everything tense, every inch of my skin buzzing with desperate desire.
“Keep doing that,” I panted, legs on the verge of collapse, completely at his mercy. “Keep fucking doing that…”
He moaned around my dick, working me harder.
I couldn’t take much more, my balls ready to fire, my dick throbbing closer to the point of no return.
“Ori…”
Seconds from explosion.
Five.
Four.
Three.
I roared my pleasure at the moon, beating the inner countdown. I scraped my back against the bark, squirming as I shot into him. He didn’t let up his rhythm, draining every drop from me until I couldn’t take any more of this ecstasy.
Ori popped me from his mouth, smiling like a cat who swallowed a vault’s worth of cream.
“Fuck.” I slid down the tree into a floppy heap, dick pointing at the sky.
“Are you okay?” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“More than okay,” I managed, taking a deep breath. “I feel fucking awesome.”
“Good.”
“You’re an expert at that.”
He cocked a sensual brow. “Well, I don’t like to brag, but I’ll have to agree.” There was no modesty in that statement.
My cock twinged, not done.
“Let me know when you’re ready for more,” he said, opening his jeans.
“More?”
He pulled them and his underwear off, carefully laying them down on the dry grass.
His naked bottom half, dick rock hard, stole the air from my lungs. My God, everything about him was beautiful. Perfect. Soft yet hard, masculine and smooth and, yeah, just completely perfect.
And mine.
“What…” Deep breath… “What do you want to do?”
“Ride you right here.”
I chuckled, dick twinging with a yes in response. “That so?”
“Absolutely. If you can take it.”
I growled, offering him a smirk. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
The teasing, horny fucker turned around, showing me his perky arse cheeks. Gave them a slap. “I haven’t worn you out?”
“Come here.”