11. Oral Hex #2
I leaned down and ran my tongue over each of his piercings, gathering the cum that had collected there. It was sweet, like really sweet, but also musky, like honey from buckwheat flowers. I lapped it up greedily before swirling my tongue around his head, catching more fresh drops.
He was a mess, moaning and whimpering as I sucked him into my mouth. His hips bucked up, pushing him to the back of my throat and dragging his piercings over my tongue as I gagged. I released him with loud pop, and he let out a needy groan.
“Hawk, that wasn’t very good, now was it?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…I’ll be good…I’ll be so good.”
I brought my lips to his. He opened immediately, the taste of both of us melding in our mouths as I teased his piercing with my tongue.
“Don’t make me tie you down.”
The sound he made at that was barely human. I pressed my forearm over his hips, holding him still, then opened my jaw as far as it would go and swallowed him all the way to the base in one go, until my nose brushed his pubes.
He let out another desperate moan but didn’t move.
Good boy.
I sent it down the bond, and I wasn’t sure whether it was that or the pace I set, but pleasure shot down my spine and straight to my clit as he twitched hard in my mouth.
I chased it, letting the echo of his pleasure inside me guide where I focused my attention until his wings were vibrating fast enough to sound like a swarm of bees and his antennae swished frantically back and forth.
“Stop—stop, it’s going to—”
He pulled me off him, tugging my hair ever so slightly. His chest rose and fell harshly, his other arm thrown over his face.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind swal—” I started, but then realized he hadn’t meant he was about to come.
The veins on his cock throbbed beneath my hand, and I tried not to let my eyes widen as the underside of his shaft, about halfway up, started to swell—right between where his piercings were.
Listen, I’d fucked a werewolf, all right? I knew what a knot was. But I’d never seen one like this. As it kept growing, his cock curved, angling the tip up in a way I knew anatomically would be very appealing. Especially with that knot pressed against my G-spot.
He let out a low groan, and I tore my eyes away from his very interesting cock to look at his equally distracting face. He was panting but seemed to have regained the ability to speak.
“Yeah…sorry, I didn’t want that to happen in your mouth.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. I mean, it aches, but that’s because…”
“Because we stopped.”
He flushed, and desire and embarrassment swirled between us. “I mean, yeah, but you don’t have to—”
That was all I needed to hear.
I ducked back down and captured him between my lips. He whimpered and, despite his attempt to suppress it, bucked his hips up again, sending him deeper into my mouth. I let him get away with it this time.
“Nyx’s tits, fuckLuciathatfeelssogood, mmmmm.”
He had been right; I couldn’t get my mouth around his knot, but that wasn’t about to stop me.
I released him just long enough to spit on the base of his cock, wrapping my hand firmly around it until I felt his veins throb beneath my palm.
I pumped him firmly, making sure to be careful with his piercings—well, not too careful—as I swallowed him again in the same rhythm.
His hands gripped the sheets, bunching them up as he whimpered, “Luciadon’tstopfuckfuckfuckplease…likethatplease.”
Music to my ears.
I lapped at each of the veins on his knot, feeling the new, heavier weight of him against my tongue. He was still swelling, and I changed my position so my knees were closer to his shoulder to adjust for the bend, nestling him deep in my throat.
I swallowed around him, hugging him tight once, twice, until I couldn’t control the gag and tears leaked from my eyes.
He writhed beneath me, and I ran my nails from his hip bone down his thigh. I couldn’t make out most of the words he was saying; it was mostly incoherent babbling, but I made out again and gonna cum.
He didn’t need to warn me. I could feel it building in our bond and between my legs. It was my turn to squirm, pressing my thighs together to try and get just a bit more friction for myself. Then his hand wrapped around my thigh and tugged until I was perched over his face again.
His tongue latched over my clit and tugged in the same rhythm as I bobbed my head, and magic, heat, desire, and the sweet taste of him turned into a heady drug that had my mind floating on a cloud of ecstasy.
It didn’t take long after that, our bodies building together and feeding off one another.
I squeezed him, pumping faster, and took him as deep as I could before my lips and throat protested. I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed one more time, sending us both over the edge.
“Fuck!” he cried out, and my throat filled with more of that hot, sweet cum, each pulse coating a different part of my mouth and mirroring the waves of my own orgasm.
With each one, I teased him with my tongue until he was completely spent. When his muscles finally relaxed and mine stopped shaking, I swallowed it all one last time.
His legs twitched, and I released him gently before climbing off him. He looked completely fucked out, and a satisfaction I could barely comprehend washed over me.
Was this the post-nut clarity men were always talking about? Damn, they had it good, didn’t they?
I moved closer to his face, making sure he was still breathing, and saw wetness glittering in streaks on his cheeks.
“Are you crying?”
“You damn near just sucked my soul out through my dick. You’re lucky that’s all I’m doing,” he said, breathless.
But no embarrassment rose with it, and of that I was glad. I flopped down beside him and kissed the tears off his cheek.
It was a little sweet too.
I curled my arm beneath his neck, and he rolled into me easily. For the first time in a long time, every single part of me felt good. Lighter than I’d felt in years.
I didn’t want that feeling to end.
But he had a family he loved and cared for, and I could tell he was anxious to get back to them.
And I would break this bond for him.
He deserved a lot more than being tied to a cursed witch who couldn’t even order takeout without almost getting a restraining order placed on her. So I’d break this bond. I’d do it for him so he could go back home.
But…I was selfish.
I’d been alone for so long, and I wanted to pretend this could be more than just a temporary stop on the road. For just one night, I wanted him to be mine.
“You could stay here tonight…if you want.”
Stupid, why was that so hard to say?
But as I said it, the deep, electric feeling of my magic moved with it. I felt a little bit like I’d tried to light a candle or help a flower bloom, except I hadn’t done anything.
“I’d like that,” he mumbled, already half asleep, his head on my stomach.
I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, careful of his antennae, and a perfect and inescapable sleepiness passed down the bond.
“Get some rest, Hawk.”
“You’ve got it, boss.”