Page 28 of To the Moon
He shook his head, brushing his stubbled chin across my sensitive flesh. "After we take the edge off."
Not ideal, but we had a plan, at least. I took a deep breath to relax my shoulders. Gunnar chose that moment to slide his mouth onto my tip. I exhaled with a whine.
He added his hands, sliding one along the base of my shaft while cupping my balls with the other. His tongue felt so good as he circled my cock head. Too soon, I was on the edge of bliss.
He dropped his hands to the bed and shoved them under my ass, lifting me up and spreading me apart. Warm heat engulfed me until I felt my cock nudge the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he kept going, kneading my ass with his fingers as he bobbed on my cock.
I wanted his fingers and cock inside me, but that could wait. Now, I enjoyed my mate's talented mouth. "I'm close," I warned. I'd gotten blowjobs from folks who didn't swallow before, and I wanted to give him the option.
Instead, he slid even further onto my shaft and swallowed around me. The squeeze of his throat was all it took to send me over the edge. My cock continued to pulse in his mouth, and he swallowed each time.
When I finally stopped shooting down his throat, he lifted off me with a slurp and proceeded to lick me clean. My oversensitive cock twitched with each flick of his tongue.
"That's enough," I said. "Too much, even."
He lifted himself on his elbows and blew on my cock, making my whole body shiver. "I'm not particularly good at giving head," he said. "I wanted you to know that before we talk about the future."
I covered my face with a pillow. Hiding from him wouldn't work forever, but I didn't want him to see my expression and think I was upset with him. "Whoeversaid you're not the best cocksucker on the planet is a fucking liar."
He snorted. "Oh, so you're an expert on cocksucking?"
"I've had a few blowjobs," I admitted. "More than a few. None were as amazing."
Gunnar tried to hide his blush against my thigh, but it didn't work. He looked fucking adorable.
I ran my fingers through his hair, and he smiled up at me. The rare sight made my heart pound against my ribs. I cupped his cheek, memorizing the feel of it beneath my palm. The next time we started fighting, I would remember what it felt like to let him win.
His hands were still lodged under my ass, and one of his pinkies inched closer to my hole. I closed my eyes and stifled a groan.
"Am I hurting you?" He dropped back on his knees, his eyes wide. "I'm sorry!"
"No pain," I said. "You made me think about next time with your fingers so close to my ass."
He withdrew his fingers, and I instantly regretted mentioning it. "You're vers?" he asked.
I nodded. This wasn't the conversation I planned to have this morning, but it was a start. "You?"
He swallowed hard and nodded. "There's something weird going on with my ass, and my wolf wants to present to you like I'm a bitch in heat, but yeah, before I knew about the wolfy side of me, I was vers."
Before I could ask about his ass, he tugged my hand from where I'd clamped it in the sheets and stretched up beside me, dragging my fingers along his wet crease. "See? Weird."
"Probably a weird time to tell you I'm bisexual, too, right?" He frowned, and I laughed. "This doesn't feel like vaginal fluid. There's more of it, for one." I ran my finger around his slick rim and brought it to my lips. "Tastes sweet, like precome." I returned my fingers to his rim and slid one inside, eliciting a moan. "Reminds me of lube."
I yanked my finger back and cradled my hand to my chest. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed?—"
"Gods, Sebastian, I want you to touch me. That's why I put your hand there."
"Inside, though? I didn't overstep?"
He tugged at my hand again. "Please. It felt so good."
I rolled onto my side and rolled him away from me. His crack glistened like donut glaze in the low light. He smelled like donuts, too, or maybe that was my stomach's wishful thinking. It was almost time for breakfast, after all.
I slid two fingers inside him this time, testing the viscosity of the liquid. It was a little thicker than water, but still smooth. "Do you mind if I get a better taste?" I asked.
He answered with an enthusiastic whimper. I worked my way down, peppering kisses across his shoulders, back, and the curve of his ass before spreading his cheeks wide and licking from his taint to his hole. With a whine, he wriggled backward, trying to get closer to my tongue.
The slick stuff tasted even better direct from the source. I licked around his rim before delving inside his hole, working my tongue alongside my fingers. One day, I wanted to fuck him like this, on our sides, drapedover him while I drove him out of his mind. Today, I wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made me with the blowjob.
