38.
H ave I mentioned before that I completely, undeniably love this man? Because I do – so much so that I’m practically intoxicated by him. Whipped out of my ass and fully ready to march into hell with him by my side.
Too dramatic? Yeah, I think so too. But like, it’s us , so I’m more than okay with it.
Dorran sets me down on the caramel brown sectional in the living room, then steps back before sliding a hand inside the pocket of his blue joggers.
He pulls his switchblade out from inside it and is about to place it on the little mahogany table next to the sectional’s armrest, but I stop him by reaching forward and grabbing the blade from him.
“I’ll take that, thank you.”
He quirks a brow at me as his lips twist up in a half smile. “What are you up to now, you menace?”
In answer, I take off my lavender, laced-trimmed top and underwear, then press my back against the sectional. “You’ll see.” I can feel Dorran’s gaze on me as I flick open the switchblade, and hear his breaths stuttering when I look up at him.
I twist the weapon around as I spread my legs wide, then bring its gleaming handle downward before touching it to my clit. “ Fuck ,” the word leaves me in a whisper when the cold yet inviting metal presses against my sensitive bud, sending tingles throughout my body.
“Jesus Christ , woman,” Dorran hisses. “Are you trying to give me a cardiac arrest? Because it’s working.”
“It would be quite a shame if you did end up getting one right now,” I muse, then drag the handle lower before sliding it inside me.
My toes curl, and a moan escapes me as the handle’s hilt pushes against my entrance.
I feel a gentle yet sharp brush of the blade against my skin, so I pull out the handle and glide it back inside me again, starting a slow rhythm of fucking myself with it.
My ears are drumming with the soft and erratic beat of my heart; my head is hazy with the absolute need for release.
I meet Dorran’s eager gaze, then use my free hand to hook a finger into his waistband before pulling him to me. “Take off your joggers,” I order.
He does as I’ve asked in an instant, baring his jutting cock to me. A thick bead of precum is dripping down his wide crown and tainting his piercing, which makes me swallow and fuck myself faster.
“If I fall dead right now, I’m blaming you for it,” he mumbles.
I laugh a little. “Drama queen.”
He’s about to retort – because why wouldn’t he – but ends up groaning out loud when I cup his balls and take his cock into my mouth.
“ Cigs , my God ,” he moans, running his fingers through my hair before gripping them tightly. “Yeah, baby; suck that cock.”
I hum against him as I move forward, taking him to the back of my throat, all the while sliding his switchblade’s handle in and out of my pussy.
My nose touches the thin patch of dark hair on his pelvis, and I can’t help but hum again when my senses are overtaken by the musky scent of him, and the potent tang of his precum.
I hollow out my cheeks and breathe through my nose as I bob my head and suck him harder. Tugging at his balls, I deep throat him again, ignoring the fresh tears that now paint my face.
Dorran hisses as he thrusts his hips forward, and I feel him getting harder against my lips, which only spurs me on.
I feel a warm sensation in my pussy as I get closer to my release, so I let go of his balls and reluctantly pull him out of my mouth, wiping the saliva from my chin as I glance up at him.
“Cigs…” His chest is rising and falling unevenly; his pupils are flared. The arches of his cheekbones are flushed, and so is the strong column of his neck.
“Down,” is all I say to him.
Dorran releases my hair and gets on his knees before me, his beautiful features strained. “This better be good.”
“Can you not be a dick for one second?”
“Will that get you to make me come? Because if so, then yes, I can.”
“Shut your face.” I pull the switchblade’s handle, slick with my cum, out of me and bring it forward. “Open your mouth and suck , Ledger.”
Dorran’s grin is both comical and arousing. It’s hard to choose sometimes when he’s this excited about something.
His long eyelashes flutter as he parts those full lips of his and places the handle between them, licking the thick streak of cum off it. “You taste so fucking good, Little Swan,” he praises, turning his head to lick more of my cum from his weapon.
The things he says leave me breathless, and right now is no exception.
“Stop,” I barely manage to get the word out.
Dorran opens his eyes and looks at me. One quick study, and he knows I’m on the edge. “Tell me where you want me,” he says, grinning again.
Fuck, how I love him.
I place the switchblade on the table next to the sectional. “Put your mouth on me. Now ,” I urge.
He chuckles. “You got it.” He hooks his arms under my thighs and leans in, immediately running his tongue up the length of my pussy.
“ Yes …” I breathe, then clutch the edge of the sectional as I start riding his face. “Make me come. Fucking please .”
His hold on my thighs tightens as he licks and fucks my entrance, and just when I’m about to ask him to go faster, he moves slightly up and takes my clit in his mouth before giving it a pull, and that somehow does it for me.
My back arches, and a bold shiver runs up my legs as my orgasm all but blinds me, making me bunch Dorran’s hair in a fist. I think I’m mumbling his name, or maybe I’m screaming it – I seriously can’t tell the difference right now because this is everything .
I’m hot and sweaty; I’m dizzy out of my mind and can barely see through the spots marring my vision.
Dorran presses open-mouthed kisses to the inside of my thighs, then traces them up, all the way to the center of my chest. He takes my left nipple in his mouth before biting down on it – hard – then does the same to the other one before reaching further up and touching his nose to the side of my neck.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I’m seeing you right now,” he says against my ear.
“Do I seriously look that bad?”
He laughs, and the silk-soft sound of it travels over my skin like a ripple. “If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you were fishing for compliments, Little Swan.”
I grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his head back, bringing his face close to mine. “Have you known me to be anything but humble at all times?”
He nips at my lower lip. “Oh, you’re the humblest of us all, sweetheart, that’s for sure.”
I put my tongue to my cheek. “Just because you’re good with your mouth doesn’t mean you can open it whenever you want to, you know.”
He purses his lips as he scans my face. “And, just because I let you boss me around doesn’t mean you can treat me like a pet.”
“Oh, baby, you don’t let me do anything. I do whatever the fuck I want to,” I say, letting go of his hair. “So now, do me a favor and stand up, lie down on this very comfortable sectional, and look pretty while I ride your cock.”
Dorran lets go of a sharp laugh. “What are you?” he muses as he shakes his head at me.
“Your one-way ticket to eternal salvation, of course.”
“I’m not even going to try to deny that,” he tells me, then gives me a quick kiss before getting to his feet.
Giving me a brief view of his taut, nail-digging worthy ass, he walks over to the empty space on the sectional before lying down on it, then rests the back of his neck on the plush armrest and looks my way. “Well?”
I chuckle as I climb up the sectional, grabbing his switchblade as I do. Crawling over his tall frame, I straddle his pelvis, then go low and rub my wet cunt over his still hard cock.
Dorran lifts his hips to heighten the pressure, his expression pinched with evident want.
Deciding to put him out of his misery, I reach a hand between my legs and guide him to my entrance, then rise a little before settling down again, letting his cock stretch me out as I take it in to its very base.
“Ah, fuck ,” Dorran moans out loud as he grips either side of my waist. “Thank Christ.”
I look at the switchblade in my hands, then at Dorran, who is staring expectantly at me.
“So… I was thinking…”
“Do it,” he says without hesitation.
“You don’t know what I’m about to suggest,” I argue.
He flashes his teeth at me. “Trust me, I do .” He spanks me once. “And I promise you that I want it.”
“Yeah?”
He laughs as he places his right hand behind his head, which causes the muscles on the inside of his bicep to flex. “Yeah, Cigs; fucking do it.”
“But where?” I ask dumbly.
He sighs. “Alright, listen: you either start fucking me, or you cut me with that blade first and then fuck me, like I know you want to. I’m good anyway. I’m yours, Cigs. Do whatever the hell you wanna do to me.”
His last few words make me stumble over my train of thought, and somehow, I fall even more in love with him than I was a second ago. “I’ll go slow.”
“Please don’t,” he says. “Make me bleed, baby, I seriously don’t mind.”
I grin. “You’re the best.” I press the tip of the blade onto my finger, then study him.
His skin is layered with a thin sheen of sweat, and it is doing everything to accentuate the hard angles and curves of his built frame.
I run my hand over his collarbone, then stop when I reach his left pec.
“Here.” I gently scrape a nail over the smooth area. “Can I–”
“Yes.”
I bring the blade to his pec, then flick my eyes to his. “Are you sure? Like, really sure?”
“Is this the first time you’ve cut me?” he asks plainly.
“Well, no.”
He winks at me. “Exactly.”
I wanna laugh, but instead I shake my head at him before looking down again. With a swallow, I push the blade into his skin and drag it lower, watching in complete fascination as a line of blooming red blood drips through the fresh cut.
Dorran sucks in a breath, and I feel him getting harder inside me. “ Ah, shit , that felt nice.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh yeah.” He arches his hips. “Do it again.”