Chapter Twenty-Two
One of us managed to get the door open. We couldn’t stop kissing for even a second, Lonan’s long fingers fisting my hair and cupping my neck and sliding down my back as he backed me into the cottage.
We didn’t stop even when I stumbled, tripping over the edge of the rug in the living room. Lonan kept me upright. Kept his mouth locked to mine, his tongue thrusting hungrily and his breaths hard and fast against my lips.
He was already reaching between us and fumbling with the lacing on my trousers before we were even halfway across the room. I grunted when he pushed me back onto the sofa and immediately leaned down to capture my mouth. His long fingers dug into my thighs like claws before he reached up and started ripping down my trousers with frantic, jerky motions.
My heart pounded hard in my chest, cock throbbing in time. I lifted my hips to let Lonan tug my trousers down to my ankles, leaving them bunched there, not even bothering to remove my boots before he was lunging back up and moaning into my mouth.
Long fingers slid up my inner thighs and dug in, spreading my knees wide. He broke the kiss to look down, breathing hard, his black eyes flashing as he stared at my hard cock curving up between us.
“Show me,” he rasped in a gravelly voice, his chest heaving as he grabbed my hand and drew it to my cock.
I sucked in a sharp breath. Show him? Did he mean show him how I liked to stroke my cock?
The idea of it made my balls tighten. I fisted my length and pumped it slowly, wary of coming too soon if I went any faster. Lonan groaned between clenched teeth and sank into a crouch, long fingers frantically unbuttoning my shirt until it gaped open at my sides, exposing my entire body to him as I slouched back on the sofa with my thighs still spread wide.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped as he started kissing down my heaving chest.
I panted, stroking my cock, shuddering when the tip brushed against the front of his shirt. Lonan’s tongue was so hot as it trailed down my stomach, his mouth almost rabid as he sank his teeth into my hipbone before licking away the sting. I jerked with a moan, my cock bucking in my fist.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured again as he reached it, tongue winding round the wet head.
I clenched my teeth, forcing my hand to keep stroking as I tilted my cock towards him instinctively, wanting more of his mouth. He moaned low and sucked the head into his mouth with a wet kiss, tongue lapping at the sensitive V on the underside.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he moved his mouth lower, and gasped when I felt the wet heat of his tongue slide over and between the fingers clenched around my shaft. His tongue kept descending, until it curled around one of my balls before he sucked it into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, sliding my hand up and squeezing the head to stop myself from coming.
Lonan moaned, giving both balls equal amounts of feverish attention, sucking and licking before kissing down my inner thigh. I jerked when his teeth sank in briefly, but he was already moving back up to repeat the pattern in reverse. His fingers dug into my thighs, trapping them wide open.
I slid my hand back down to feel his tongue again on his ascent, but he tilted his head to suck a finger into his mouth instead, hungry black eyes flicking up to meet mine.
Fuck, he wasruiningme. No one had ever done anything like this to me before—touched and kissed and sucked me like they’d die if they didn’t. Like they’d waited years to do it, and now that they could they were unwilling to stop until they’d done it all.
He released my middle finger with a wet pop, but then he was prying my hand away from my dick and sucking my index into his mouth with a moan as his long fingers fisted my cock and squeezed. I could feel the thick calluses from the hilt of his blade, and it made me shiver.
“F-fuck—Lonan—”
I was breathing too hard, feeling like I’d hyperventilate. My cock throbbed in his fist, pre-cum spilling out and glistening in the firelight.
His eyes were wild as he stared at it, and his teeth grazed my finger as he released it to lick up the wetness. Then he plunged his mouth down my length with a guttural groan. I felt his trembling fingers urge me to fist my cock again, so I obeyed, stroking in time with his sucking mouth.
Hands found my thighs again as he sucked desperately, sliding up to my hips, over my stomach, burrowing under the open sides of my shirt to smooth over my lower back. They slid back down, over my knees and down the backs of my calves, like he wanted to touch every inch of me.
Oh god.I was going to come. My head fell back and I panted up at the ceiling, trying to keep my hips still as my hand and Lonan’s mouth worked together to bring me off. Wet sucking sounds filled the room over the crackle of the low fire and my ragged breaths.
“Lo-Lonan—I’m—”
He moaned and sank his mouth deeper, hot tongue sliding over the side of my index finger as my hand pumped faster. I couldn’t stop, and when I looked back down and saw his cheeks hollowing to suck me harder, my balls wrenched up in a painful rush and started emptying.
“Fuck,” I cried out, my free hand finding the back of Lonan’s head and gripping his hair tight.
My cock flexed in his still-sucking mouth, spurting repeatedly, feeling like it was never going to end. I could see Lonan’s pale throat working as he swallowed everything I gave him, moaning like he’d never tasted anything better—even though he’d tasted me before.
When it ended he was breathing as hard as I was, his mouth releasing my pulsing cock with a wet pop like it was unwilling to let go. He lapped and kissed the sensitive head until I shuddered and had to sit forwards to gently pull him back.
Raising his head, he gazed at me silently, black eyes in shadow with the low fire behind him, framing him in a blue-white halo. I kissed him, moaning at the taste of salt on his tongue, sucking on it until he shuddered.