Chapter 18 #5
Landen's hand moved. Traced up his chest, fingers following the curve of his ribs. His thumb found a nipple, circled it lazily, and Adriel's hips twitched without permission.
"I'm going to take my time," Landen said. His voice was low, unhurried. "I'm going to touch you everywhere. And when you get close, when you're right there, I'm going to stop. And then I'm going to start again."
Adriel's heart hammered.
"You're going to tell me when you're close," Landen continued. His thumb kept circling, slow and deliberate. "And I'm going to decide what happens next. Do you understand?"
"Yes." The word came out rough.
"Yes, what?"
Adriel's throat tightened. "Yes, sir."
Landen smiled. Small and warm and pleased. Then he leaned down and kissed him.
It was soft at first. Then deeper, his tongue sliding against Adriel's, taking his time, tasting him like he had all night. Adriel kissed back as well as he could with his arms stretched above him, his body arching slightly toward the warmth.
His mouth moved down. Down Adriel's throat, kissing the pulse point there, feeling it race under his lips. Down his chest, tongue tracing a path through the soft hair. Down to his nipple, and Adriel's back arched as Landen's mouth closed over it and sucked.
"God," Adriel breathed.
Landen hummed against his skin. The vibration traveled through him, settled somewhere deep. His tongue circled the tightened peak, teased it, made Adriel's hands fist in the sheets above his head.
Then he moved lower. His mouth pressed to Adriel's stomach. His tongue traced the curve of it, and Adriel's eyes stung.
"Beautiful," Landen murmured against his skin. "Every part of you."
His mouth kept moving. Lower. Over the jut of his hip, the soft skin there. His tongue traced the line where thigh met torso, and Adriel's breath stuttered. Lower still, until his lips brushed the base of Adriel's cock, and Adriel made a sound he didn't recognize.
Landen didn't take him in his mouth. He kissed around it instead; his thighs, the sensitive skin behind his balls, the crease where his leg met his body. Each kiss was deliberate, thorough, driving Adriel slowly out of his mind with wanting.
"Please," Adriel heard himself say.
Landen looked up. "Please what?"
Adriel couldn't form the words. Could only look at him, desperate, his cock hard and aching against his stomach.
Landen smiled. Slow and knowing. Then he lowered his head and took Adriel into his mouth.
The heat was immediate. Overwhelming. Adriel's head fell back against the pillow, a moan tearing out of him that he couldn't have stopped if he tried. Landen's tongue moved against him in slow, devastating strokes; the flat of it dragging upward, the tip circling the head.
Adriel was close in minutes.
He felt it building, felt the pressure coiling in his gut, felt his hips trying to push up into that perfect heat. "I'm… I'm close…"
Landen pulled off immediately.
Adriel cried out at the loss. Actually cried out, a sound of pure frustration that he'd be embarrassed about later but couldn't care about now. Landen just looked at him, calm, his hand wrapped loosely around the base of Adriel's cock.
"Not yet," Landen said. He waited. Stroked his thigh gently, soothingly, until Adriel's breathing slowed and the desperate edge of his arousal faded to something manageable.
Then he lowered his head again.
This time he took him deeper. His tongue worked him with that same devastating patience, bringing him up and up until Adriel was right there again, right on the edge, his whole body tensed and waiting.
And then he pulled off again.
Adriel sobbed.
"Again," Landen said.
The third time, Landen used his hands.
His grip was perfect, tight and slow, his thumb circling the head with each upward stroke.
Adriel was shaking uncontrollably, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, his wrists pulling uselessly against the silk tie.
He was babbling, he knew he was babbling, words that weren't really words anymore, just sounds, just pleading.
"Pleasepleaseplease… I can't… please…"
Landen's voice was low against his ear. "You can. You're doing so well. Such a good boy."
Adriel sobbed again. The praise undid him more than anything. More than the touches, more than the teasing, more than the relentless building of need.
Good boy.
No one had ever called him that. No one had ever looked at him like this and said those words and meant them.
Landen's hand slowed. Stopped.
"Please," he gasped. "Please, Landen, I'll do anything… just please let me…"
Landen kissed his forehead. Soft. Tender. Completely at odds with the cruelty of what he was doing.
"I know," he murmured. "Soon."
The fourth time, Landen turned him over.
Face pressed into the pillow, hips raised.
Landen's mouth found the back of his neck, his shoulders, his spine.
Kissed down each vertebra, slow and deliberate.
His hands spread over the curve of Adriel's ass, squeezing gently, and Adriel pressed his face into the pillow and moaned.
Then Landen's tongue found him. Wet and hot and impossibly good. It traced over the rim, circled it, pressed inside just slightly before retreating. Adriel's whole body shook with it, his cock leaking against the sheets, his hips pushing back without permission.
"Please," he begged. "Fuck…"
Landen's tongue kept working him. Slow and thorough and devastating. His hands held him open, kept him exactly where he wanted him, and Adriel had never felt so exposed and so wanted in his entire life.
"So good for me," Landen murmured against his skin. "Taking everything I give you. So perfect."
Adriel couldn't speak anymore. Could only shake and wait and want.
Finally, Landen moved.
Adriel heard the rustle of clothing, the sound of a condom wrapper, and nearly wept with relief. Then Landen was behind him, his hands on his hips, the blunt pressure of him pushing slowly inside.
The relief was overwhelming.
Adriel cried out as Landen filled him; slow and steady, seating himself fully and then stilling, letting Adriel feel every inch of him.
"Okay?" Landen asked.
"Yes," Adriel gasped. "God, yes."
Landen pulled back and thrust forward. Hard. Urgent. Less gentle than before but no less attentive. The first stroke drove deep, hitting that spot inside Adriel that made stars burst behind his eyes. Adriel's moan was punched out of him, loud and helpless.
Landen set a rhythm. Relentless. Each thrust deep and deliberate, driving into him harshly. His hands gripped Adriel's hips hard enough to bruise, holding him in place, taking what he wanted.
Adriel's moans were continuous now. He couldn't stop them. Didn't want to. His body was taking everything Landen gave him and begging for more with every desperate sound that fell from his lips.