Chapter 10 #2
I could not speak. I hollowed my cheeks, sucked, and nodded against him. His next thrust was deeper, his fingers tightened on my horns, and I whimpered.
He pulled back, all the way out, and I surged forward, desperate to get him back in my mouth.
“Shh, just let me check in, sweetheart. Am I being too rough?”
I shook my head. “No, I can… oh fuck, I can feel you, feel how good it feels when I suck you. I need more.”
He moaned softly and got back into position, shoving his cock into my mouth. His pleasure became mine, coursing through me with a wild intensity, sending shivers down my spine and into my cock, untouched and leaking against my stomach.
He tasted of salt and musk, and I wanted to commit the flavor of his pre-cum to memory, as I greedily lapped up every drop his cock released.
He was controlling how much I got, how fast we moved, everything.
So different from when he’d sucked me, when I’d been undone and mastered by the feel of his mouth on me.
“Good boy. You’re taking me so well. Look at you. You love having your mouth fucked, don’t you? Little cock sleeve.”
He was right, I loved it. Every sensation was amplifying the pleasure coming off of him in waves: his cock sliding across my tongue, the silk of his skin and the taste of him.
Pleasure and emotion braided through me until I could not tell where my body ended and his began.
The trolgar opened the locked room in my chest, and what it found there was not the emptiness I had expected.
What it found was Sky: bright, warm, fierce, and lonely underneath the charm, and my body knew him in a way my mind had not yet permitted.
I reached for my cock.
“Don’t touch yourself.” Sky’s firm command cut through the haze. “I’ll take care of you. I want to drink you down. Just keep… fuck, just keep sucking me, just like that, that’s so good, you’re perfect—”
His hips stuttered. His fingers dug into the trolgar, the pressure blinding, too much and not enough, and he came with a moan that broke apart in his throat, spilling into my mouth. I swallowed and kept sucking, his thighs shaking on either side of my face.
He pulled back an inch at a time. His hands loosened on my horns, one keeping hold as he turned and slid down my body until he was pressed against my chest, panting, his face in my neck.
“You,” he said, “are incredible.”
He moved to kneel beside me, moaning as his fingers wrapped around my cock. I was so hard it hurt, and when his lips lowered over me, I arched off the ground.
“Come for me. You’ve been so good. Come.
” And with that, he took me deeper than should have been possible, his throat flexing around the head of my cock as he gagged himself on me, sucking until I was bucking beneath him, writhing and gasping as my cock twitched between his lips, unleashing rope after rope of cum.
And he kept sucking, not letting up while I was whimpering, shaking beneath him, as an aftershock of my orgasm made me spill more into his mouth.
I did not realize I was crying until Sky’s thumb brushed my cheek.
“Hey,” he said. The authority was gone and what remained was only him, warm, close, his body pressed against mine under the stars. He kissed my cheeks, then my lips, settling beside me. “Hey. I’m here.”
“I am not… this is not—” The words would not come. The tears were not grief. They were the opposite of grief, the shock of something returning that I had given up on.
“You don’t have to explain.” His fingers combed through my hair.
His lips pressed against my forehead. He held me with an unguarded tenderness, one hand sliding up to my trolgar point, where he stroked slowly, his warmth and kindness washing over me.
I wrapped my arms around him and clung to him, because I did not have the strength to pretend I did not need it.
The stars turned above us. The embers glowed. Poppy meowed from her habitat, and Clover shifted on her tether, and we settled to sleep on this patch of dirt that Sky had complained about. Sky went still against my chest, his hand resting over my heart.
“I would like to note,” I said, “that you are exceptionally good at that.”
He laughed against my chest. “Was it too much? Sorry, sometimes I get a little carried away with the dirty talk.”
“No.” I tightened my arms around him. “But what is a cock sleeve?”
“A toy, it’s stretchy and fits tight around your cock so you can fuck it, enjoy it.” He wrapped a hand around my left horn, applying the slightest pressure to the trolgar pressure point.
“Hmm,” I said.
“Do you not want to be my cock sleeve slut?” He was teasing, but beneath it there was a vulnerability I might not have sensed if he had not touched my horn.
“I think…” I paused, biting my bottom lip for a moment. “I think that I would very much like to be whatever filthy thing you decide to make me.”
“You don’t want to be dominant, because you’re… bigger?” Sky’s voice had gone a little small and it made me wonder if anyone he’d been with had allowed him the control he craved.
“Clearly you have the more dominant personality. I think we should go by that,” I said.
He pressed his face into my neck and exhaled, and I felt his smile against my skin. I reached over and hauled the blankets over us, because I was not ready to not be naked yet.