Chapter 27 #2
I look in awe at the beauty of his body.
His wide, built shoulders taper in a v shape to his hips and the perfect sculpture of his arse.
I waste no time climbing onto the bed, grabbing the knife and running the tip of it from the top of his neck, painfully slowly down his spine until I finish at the crack of his arse cheeks.
He subtly shivers when I take the knife away.
I feel the urge to stroke over the skin of his cheeks, between his arse cheeks, to lick up his arse cheeks.
Lowering the knife to the bed, I run my hands one after the other from the top of his arse cheeks, dipping them between his cheeks, putting pressure behind them so that one after the other they dip between his cheeks, massaging deep, seeing how far he lets me go.
He doesn’t clench; he doesn’t move. He allows me to massage in a place I assume no one else has touched before.
He relaxes between my hands and allows me deeper access.
I wish I had lube or something to help my hands slip easier between his cheeks.
I could spit but I decide to do something else.
I hold his cheeks apart, lowering my head and, feeling the plug nestled deep inside my own back hole, I swipe my tongue along Jacob’s.
I don’t know what possesses me, but the desire to run my tongue from his hairless ball sack up along his crack takes over me.
I flatten my tongue and lick up, tasting the fresh shower gel as I go along.
I lap, over and over again, feeling his body vibrate beneath me.
I lick him up like a delicious ice cream and almost lose myself to the vision as he begins to rock his hips to meet my tongue and alleviate the pressure I’m sure is pounding in his trapped cock below him.
Then I spear my tongue and push it against the tight rosette of his arsehole.
I feel the groan through his body as he loosens up and begins to allow me entry, allowing my tongue to gain access to his arsehole.
I moan too, his submission sparks my clit and the pressure in my own back hole has me rubbing myself to alleviate the building sensations.
My face between his cheeks, I revel in the noise he is making thrusting deeper onto my tongue then rubbing himself on the bed.
It’s all too much and I come, tongue buried in his arse, moaning.
He stops thrusting and I know he’s found his release too as his arse clenches around my tongue and I withdraw.
Sitting up in a daze, I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand.
Jacob lays still in his own come. “Stay there,” I rasp as I climb off the bed and walk quickly into the open bathroom.
I brush my teeth, waking up from whatever spell I was just under.
I take some toilet paper back over to Jacob. “Roll over.”
He does so and there is a wet patch on his left as his cock lays at half mast between his legs.
Lying back on my pillow, one forearm behind his head, he’s relaxed and sated, his expression open and calm.
He doesn’t smile; he just watches curiously as I clean up his cock.
He sees me glace at the knife. I haven’t tasted him properly; I want to taste him properly.
I pick it up, crawl up his body and lightly slice into the skin just at the bottom of his neck and suck hard and deep.
The coppery taste of blood fills my mouth and my senses.
I know I’m giving him a hickey as I keep sucking for more.
I should have cut him deeper, but I am also not skilled enough to play any more than scratches and light nicks.
It’s then I feel Jacob’s arm come up around me and hold me tight to him, keeping me in position, clearly enjoying the way it makes him feel. I don’t disagree.
Eventually I have to stop sucking because there is no more blood flowing from the tiny cut. I hear one word croak out of Jacob for the first time since we ate together, “Again.”
His arm relaxes around me and I raise up on my wrists to see his eyes, to let me know what he truly means.
Seeing the pupils so large and pleading, I take that as my permission, picking up the knife and slicing it higher above his neck, drawing a line of blood pointing downwards and I suck like it’s the nectar of my life.
Again, his arm bands around my waist and he shudders as I feast on him like my life depends on it.
I pull away and see the two vibrant hickeys on his neck and smirk to myself.
He is not going to be able to forget this experience in a hurry.
My lips are moist and puffy when he lifts his arm from below his head and pulls my mouth to his and kisses me deeply, passionately.
I’m surprised but reciprocate in an instant understanding this man is giving me access to a side no one else gets to experience.
Our tongues tangle in a heated mess of give and take.
I manage to hold myself up on one forearm beside his head as my body lies flush across his, my legs spread open around his hips as he holds me close to him.
I feel the arm holding me tight loosen as it roams my back in an open hand, running up my spine and across my back.
In a moment of abandon I lose myself to his touch and his mouth as he makes me feel butterflies that I’ve not felt since I woke up in this attic room and Angus was kissing me.
Jacob becomes another person entirely as one hand roams my body and the other holds my head to his as he devours my mouth.
Tasting the last remnants of his blood on my tongue.
The kiss begins to turn heated as he nips and bites at my lips, drawing blood and sucking my tongue into his mouth with a renewed hunger and power.
I relinquish my dominance back over to Jacob as his powerfully strong hands pull my hips down to his awaiting erection.
Lining himself up, he thrusts into me and fills me whole, impaling me fully on himself.
We both groan at the feeling, me more so as I feel his cock rub up against the plug still seated in my arse holding his come inside me from earlier.
I know he can feel it too as he moves my hips up and down his length, not releasing my mouth for air.
We move as one, connected at both ends. The kiss, the sex, it’s all consuming.
We are just two people becoming one as we ride each other and kiss each other chasing our pleasure, building up to our next high.
Releasing my mouth, Jacob begins to run his teeth down my neck, nipping and sucking a trail to my collarbone.
As he makes his way back up my neck still moving inside me, I feel his teeth bite deep into the skin like I did not so long ago.
I howl at the pain and the pleasure that radiates from my neck and inside my pussy.
The noise spurs him on and he bites and sucks me again and again until one just below my other ear cuts deep and that’s it.
“Fuuuucccckkkk!” I scream as I come around his cock, lowering my head to his shoulder as he roughly moves my hips over his cock to find his peak and fall over the edge after me.
I hear his guttural moan when it happens which is like honey to my ears.
Hearing this man come spreads warmth across my skin like silk and I can’t get enough of it.
I lay my damp body still across his as we both take in what just happened. Since when did I like to cut and fuck? Since now apparently. Since when did I have moments of passion with the very man who calls me his whore to my face? Since now.
Gently, Jacob lifts me up and lays me on my back, I feel the loss of him as the plug jostles inside of me.
He kneels in front of me on the bed, raises my legs as I look at him questioningly, and gently pulls at the plug buried inside of me.
I try to relax the muscles holding it inside of me and he manages to nudge and pull the large plug from out of me as liquid leaks out of both my holes.
He just sits and watches his come seep from both holes, interest and amusement written over his face, a completely different face to those I have known up until now.
Unsure what happens now, I can only watch as he pulls back.
Two angry red marks on his neck stand out against his tanned skin as he retreats from me, from us, from everything we just shared together.
He climbs off the bed, picks up his knife and his clothes and walks in long strides out of the room, leaving me alone once more.
What just happened? is all I can think as I lie on the bed, a mess both emotionally and physically.