Page 23 of Claiming Starlight
"More, get them sloppy. And don't make that shit-face."
She spat more, trying not to make disgusted faces.
"Now get friendly with my dick. Put your hands on me.”
She obeyed, her nose twitching with the effort not to make more faces, and sucking in a breath when her spit-wet palms enclosed him.
“What?”
“It's hard and soft, and itmoves.”
“I’m alive, not a dead vampir. Bet you never seen vampir dick. Do they have dicks? Or something like this, right?” He tapped the silver ring that went through the top of his cock. He could take it off, these days, when he wanted, but the bitch that forced it on him had made it so the extra hole was a part of his body—permanently.
“Never seen a cock, no. Only yours,” she said.
His meat got all happy at that, leaping towards her lips at the confession. Her hands tightened reflexively, and he grunted through a moan. Her touch felt good. Seeing her do it even better. “Well, say hello. Give it a kiss.”
Still looking at his cock with fascination, her eyes darted up. Without arguing, but going much too fast, she gave the head of his cock an innocent peck. Just as he was about to demand more, she licked her lips, her eyes glowing purple as she tasted him.
Followed by the blooming scent of her arousal. Shit. This girl. His pretty Starlight liked his cock. He could live with that. She wanted to pretend she didn’t, act all shy while her scent and body language begged for more? He could live with that game.
Clearing his throat from the growl that tried to escape, he said, “I know you don’t know what the fuck that ring means. It is pathetic boo-hoo shit we ain’t rehashing right now, but you’re going to give me my happy ending, Sophie, going to make living worth it. Think you can do that for me?”
She nodded.
“Words. Say it. Words mean something. Silence means something else. Give me my words.”
“Yes, Micah. I can do that,” she said, eyeing his cock like she held a snake.
He covered her hands with his, demonstrating what he wanted. “Remember that up and down? The wet slide of back and forth when I put this dick between your legs and rubbed at you? We’re gonna do that again. Up-down with your hands. Up-down-and tight. Let’s make some friction.”
Girl didn’t know what she was doing, but she followed directions, tightening her hands as he squeezed them, demonstrating to her the tight, pulling strokes he liked. Her inexperience was the pure and clean he’d been craving.
“Is this right? It doesn’t hurt?”
That innocent question made fluid spurt right at the tip. As fucking helpless and sweet as a newly born siren, she was sex and magic with no clue.
“Look at me now. Give me your eyes. Look at me and tell me what you see.” Allowing his expression to show on his face, he bared his teeth, growling, his vision fluttering as his eyes rolled back with the intensity of pleasure she gave him.
Her first time became his first time. They were young, hungry, and awkward—everything a shiny new thrill. She didn’t know how she ended up on her knees, but he’d bet anything that Sophie would remember this day with pleasure for the rest of her days. This was going to be a trigger turn-on for his girl, and he was okay with that.
“I think you like it.”
He choked on his laugh. “Giving me a gift, you are. Now give me more, baby.”
She held the thick pole of him in her hands, her eyes on his, as he guided her into the rhythm he wanted. It was torture. Never in a million years could he come this way. He let her lead him to the cusp of madness, enjoying his own suffering until his balls burned with seed and he couldn’t take it another moment.
Fisting her hair on both sides, he used it as an anchor to guide her head. “Keep doing that with your hands. Look at me. Did I say you could change anything? The pace, that grip I showed you I wanted? Keep it all the same. I want you to open your mouth wide, tongue flat. Going to get past your teeth and tear you up, but don’t want to break anything today.”
Controlling her head, he fit the cap of his cock into her mouth on top of her tongue. “Close our lips around me, best you can.”
She made whining noises in response, but closed her lips obediently, her hand job slowing.
“Don’t stop with your hands. Did I say you could stop? Up-down. Come on, baby. This is mine, give it to me.” Keeping his movements short, not moving more than a half-inch because of the ring and ball, he pulsed in time to her hands. Her mouth was warm and wet—another rung on the ladder of torture.
“Suck it, baby, move your tongue around the top. Get to know me, Sophie. Give me hands and eyes.” Keeping one fist in her hair, he held her head steady and let his hips move that short bit.
He couldn’t not move with her, over her tongue, taking. The sounds she emoted were the best noise. Eyes watering, cheeks red, she fell apart as she struggled to give him everything he wanted.
