Chapter 18
Leena
After I spring his belt open, Wraith tugs at my hair so hard that pain blossoms along my skull. He tilts my head so that I have to look up at him. The burning desire twisting up his features makes my skin suddenly hot and uncomfortable, like it’s too tight. My leggings are already soaked.
“You want my cock, Leena?”
“Yes,” I gasp, too turned on to do much more than breathe raggedly and hope that my heart doesn’t rip out of my chest and land in a bloody pool on the floor between us.
“Yes what?” he says with a smirk. It’s like a switch was flipped in his brain and he’s no longer worried about what happened earlier. Like he wants this as badly as I do and he’s willing to take the lead.
“Yes, I want your cock.”
His eyes burn with satisfaction at hearing me say it. “Where do you want it?”
“I want to take you in my mouth. I want to make you come the way you made me come.”
He lets out a painful sounding groan. “Jesus, Leena.” His teeth grind audibly. “That’s a lot.”
I’ve heard women talk about swallowing before. How gross it is. How much they hate it. How guys choke them with their cocks. How it’s debasing and disgusting.
I know that Wraith would never use me like that. This is something I want to do for him. My mouth waters and my knees go weak at the thought of taking his cock and tasting his arousal, bringing him to the brink and letting him lose control.
I open the button on his jeans and unzip him carefully. I push aside his jeans and boxers and he helps me, working them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs free and I can’t tear my eyes away.
He’s thick. Up close, he’s even thicker than what he felt like inside of me, and he felt absolutely huge.
I take a minute just to appreciate his cock, pulsing and ridged with veins underneath the velvet looking skin.
I love the tip, how it’s so different than the rest, swollen and ripe and reddish purple.
My mouth waters again, a hard spray of saliva wetting the back of my throat. I want to trace those veins with my tongue, to explore the ridges of him.
I bring my head forward without instruction. I grip him around the base of his shaft, his cock so big I can barely wrap my whole hand around him and guide him to my mouth. I let my tongue dart out and collect the shiny droplets of moisture already gathered at the tip.
I let out a little cry of surprise as the salty brine of those drops explodes on my tongue. I open my lips and take him back so fast into my mouth that I nearly gag when he hits the back of my throat.
I pull away at the same time Wraith’s hips jerk back.
His hands tangle in my hair, and he lets out a hard breath that fills up the air between us.
“Easy. Go slow. Unless you want to choke yourself and kill me in the process.”
He liked it. I love the thrill behind his admonishment.
“I’ll help you. Open your mouth. Start slow. You can take your time.”
Wraith guides his cock back to my lips and I do as he instructed.
I taste him, tracing those veins like I wanted to along the length of his shaft, teasing and tasting him.
Finally, I open my lips and take him back, suckling his head into my mouth.
I love the rich earthiness of him, the way I can barely close my lips around his shaft, how it feels to have him throb in my hand and on my tongue.
He pushes in slowly, pulls out, creates a heated rhythm, and I take him eagerly. It’s not long before the thrusts are harder, more uncontrolled, the groans of pleasure ripped from his throat.
He’s not rough and I don’t have to strain.
This awakens something in me, having him like this, giving him this pleasure.
I want to make him feel good. To banish the darkness in his soul and replace it with light and goodness.
To take the ache from him, the burdens that he carries around constantly, to give him this, this gift, to have this between us, create it, something new and bold and both terrifying and exhilarating.
Though Wraith’s cock is in my mouth, I feel him lower, between my legs. I know that I’m completely drenched.
Finally, his hips roll and buck harder, the tempo changing, the pace becoming erratic and nearly violent. I let him, even when saliva runs out of the corners of my mouth, even when I gag and nearly choke, I moan in pleasure to let him know it’s alright.
“Fuck, Leena, I’m gonna come,” he grinds out above me.
I tilt my eyes up, letting him silently know that I want him to. I need it. I crave it. All of it. Everything he has to give me. Both the tenderness and the hard intensity.
His hips buck hard and hot spurts fill up my mouth. He pulls back though, coating my tongue with his hot seed so that I can taste him.
It’s perfect. So fucking perfect and right.
I love it all. I love how his cum coats my tongue, filling my mouth.
I wait as long as I can before I swallow him back.
His cock keeps kicking, jerking in time with his massive frame above me, and I keep swallowing, taking everything, every single last drop.
I’m a little shocked when he pulls out, still hard and throbbing with the aftermath of his climax and tugs me hard to my feet.
He slams his mouth over mine and thrusts his tongue in, plundering, stroking, warring, tasting.
He groans like an animal and his hand shoots between my legs, to caress me where I’m totally drenched and aching.
He banishes the ache there with a few rough caresses of his fingers, above my clothes.
I shatter on his hand. My entire body vibrates against him, and I throw back my head and moan his name, and after, when we’ve both come down together, his arms wrapped protectively around my waist, I look into his burning eyes, brimming with so much emotion.
I smile shyly up at him, entirely enchanted not just with the new discoveries of my body and the reactions he can produce, but also with him.
“Thank you,” he says huskily, his shoulders sagging with relief. The coldness is banished from the depths of his eyes, and those two words convey so much meaning.