Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
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Fuck, yes. I tighten my grip on Raj’s waist as he slips his tongue into my mouth, no hesitation about the fact that I’m not his usual gender of partner and seemingly over his concern about the direction of my moral compass.
He tastes of spices and red wine, and although I’m not entirely over the hurt of him judging me by my past actions rather than solely who I am now, like hell am I going to turn him down when he smells this horny, his cock hardening against my hip.
In fact, I’m pretty sure if he keeps kissing me like this, I might even see his point of view.
I kiss him back with all the intensity that’s been building inside me since the day I met him.
He stayed true to his word and let me get to know him more while we were at the manor, from his favourite street art to his love of cooking.
It was a battle the first few times just to get him to let me help in the kitchen, but it felt like another way to connect and see more of the man beyond friendly, playful ‘Dhiren.’
Now I get to experience this part of him—his tongue tangling with mine, the smooth skin of his back as I explore under his shirt, and the way one of his hands is drifting down my chest. I hastily rearrange my poor, trapped cock before getting to work on his shirt buttons.
I get distracted when he unfastens my jeans, shoves them down with my underwear, and encourages me to grind against his denim-clad thigh. Fuck, it becomes obvious embarrassingly quickly that I’m not going to last long. Doesn’t he realise it’s been years for me?
I frantically get his belt open, unbutton and unzip his jeans, and get them down just far enough to feel his hairy thigh against my leaking cock.
Oh shit, that’s it, that’s exactly what I need.
His shirt is hanging half open, exposing his hairy chest, and his hands move from my hips to grip my bare arse, encouraging me to rut against him and take what I need.
I do exactly that, thrusting helplessly as my balls tighten and I feel a vibration in his chest. Fuck, I don’t want to waste what might be my only opportunity with him, but he’s so intensely sexy like this that I can’t hold back.
My entire body floods with heat a moment before I spill all over his leg, aftershocks making me twitch a few times before I finally grow still.
He kisses me gently before pulling back slightly, a smug little smirk on his lips. I grip his waist and drop my forehead to his shoulder, trying to get my breath back and figure out how to make up for the fact that I just shot off like a teenager.
I raise my head and force myself to disentangle myself from him just enough that I can lift my unsteady hands. ‘Are you sure you’ve never been with a man before?’
His chest shakes with laughter. ‘Never, but I’m not exactly a virgin, and most of my pack date men.’
I make a vague mental note to show him the sign for ‘virgin’ later.
There’s no hint of uneasiness from him at what we’ve done so far, only an impressive bulge straining his underwear, and I’m tempted to drop to my knees right here.
He deserves better than to be treated like a quick and dirty hookup, though.
I finish unbuttoning his shirt and push it off his shoulders. His eyes are hooded as I help him out of the rest of his clothes, his nostrils flaring when I rub the mess I left on his thigh into his skin. It’s a possessive move, and I’m pleased that he doesn’t object.
When he’s gloriously naked, his cock straining towards me like a heat-seeking missile, I quickly strip then take his hand to lead him back to the living room.
Since my tiger probably wouldn’t appreciate a stain on his white sofa, I arrange the velvet throw to cover as much as possible, then urge him to sit down.
He does so, legs spread, hunger in his gaze. It’s a heady feeling, knowing he wants me this much.
As much as I’d love to give him the hard fucking he mentioned, I don’t want to do that without some sort of assurance that this is more than a one-time thing.
Penetrative sex is a big deal for me, and just because I suspect he’s my fated mate doesn’t mean he actually is.
I can’t risk that level of intimacy yet.
No, I have something else in mind tonight.
He seems content to let me lead, so I push the coffee table out of the way before dropping to my knees on the thin carpet.
Maybe I should have laid him out on a bed instead, because I’ve been dreaming about exploring every inch of his golden brown skin, but I’m too impatient to bother changing location now. Right here will have to be good enough.
I run my fingers through the sexy black hair on his chest and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
He turns his head, his hands gripping my waist as his lips seek mine, but I give him a swift kiss and keep moving, kissing and sucking my way along his lightly stubbled jaw and down his neck.
I don’t want to get distracted by his delectable mouth when I have plans for my own.
His calloused hands explore my back, his hard cock leaking against my stomach as my hands and lips roam; stroking and nibbling my way down his chest to his defined abs, because of course my ex-SAS lover has a sculpted body.
I happily explore every groove with my tongue as I lightly run my hands up his thighs, delighting in the way he tightens his grip on my shoulders.
Fuck, I knew I’d enjoy this, but having his pleasure entirely in my hands is the most fun thing ever. I want to play all night.
I kiss my way down his happy trail, lick the scar I discover on his left hip, then glance up as I run my tongue inward along the crease between his hip and thigh.
His chest rises sharply, his nostrils flaring.
He smells incredible; a musky arousal that gets stronger the closer I get to the Crown Jewels.
I inhale deeply at the base of his cock, and his hips jerk once before stilling.
Ooh, I want more of that, more little indications that his control is fracturing. I want to know what it takes to make this man let go of the last of his restraint.
His foreskin is already retreating from the dark mushroom head so I help it along, then swirl my tongue around his tip, relishing my first taste of the fluid there.
I maintain eye contact as I blow gently.
His eyes darken further as one hand flies to the back of my head and although he just rests it there, there’s no doubt about what he wants.
I hide my smile, then proceed to give his cock the same treatment as I did his torso—kissing and licking my way down to his neatly-trimmed thatch of black curls, then back up again.
His chest rises and falls rapidly and when I look up, his eyes are molten. ‘Please,’ he signs with an unsteady hand, then repeats it a couple more times for good measure.
Oh hell yes. I reward his begging by sucking his tip into my mouth.
His grip on my head tightens, his chest vibrating under my palm when I run my hand up to tweak a nipple.
I give the head of his cock some love until both of his hands are tugging on my shoulders and his hips are twitching like he wants nothing more than to thrust.
That’s when I finally take the rest of his long shaft into my mouth, swallowing around him until my nose touches his groin.
His chest vibrates harder, his body tensing under me, his hands clenching.
I bob my head, slowly at first so I can get used to the length of him because it feels like a lifetime since I did this, then gradually faster.
When I reach down to take my own leaking cock in hand, that seems to be the final straw.
He grips my head in both hands, and after pulling me right to the tip and waiting until I make eye contact and nod as best I can, proceeds to use my mouth like his own personal sex toy.
It’s messy and perfect, saliva dripping down my chin, my tightly controlled tiger finally unleashed.
I work myself with one hand and keep the other on his chest to feel the beautiful vibrations.
I’m so close but I want him to fall over the edge first. I try to slow down but I can’t, matching each of my strokes with his every frantic thrust. And when he stiffens and shoots his release down my throat, one long vibration continuing on and on under my palm, I desperately swallow as I lose the last shred of my control and spill all over his carpet.
I rest my head on his sweaty thigh, his softening cock slipping from my mouth, the blissful blankness in my mind meaning it takes me a minute to realise he’s lazily petting me.
When I manage to raise my head, I’m captivated by the absolutely fucked-out look on his face.
I want to put that look there again and again.
He tugs me up onto the sofa next to him then cups my jaw and presses his forehead to mine. I return my hand to his chest, right over his heart, enjoying the way the rapid thump-thump-thump gradually slows down.
We need to clean up, but right now nothing matters beyond this moment; skin touching skin, our scents combined, the taste of him lingering in my mouth. I finally blink back to awareness when he lifts his head.
He gives me a soft smile. ‘Stay?’
As if I’m going anywhere. ‘Of course.’
After all, I need to be on the lookout for nighttime eagle visitors. If Skye does decide to visit Raj tonight—or any night—I want the first thing he sees to be my naked body, protecting my treasure from anyone who might want to steal him from me.
There have been many, many shared orgasms since Raj first kissed me in his flat.
He’s been enthusiastic about learning to give me hand jobs and blow jobs exactly the way I like, and I’ve been his extremely willing sex tutor.
It’s also been my continuing mission to make him lose his mind any time I have my mouth on his body, and so far I have a one hundred percent success rate, much to my delight.