Page 31 of Hunted Ink

“I’m just getting started…” Though this was as much a tease for me as it was him.

Slick made my ass cheeks slippery as I crawled onto the bed, straddling him. I hovered over him, giving only the barest friction between our cocks as I bent down and let my lips skim up his body, nipping and sucking up marks that wouldn’t last. Blowing gently, I let my breath cool his flesh wet with saliva.

Propped above him, I stared down into the face of the boy I used to know and the man I’d given my heart to. He’d gone through a rough journey to get here, but he was stronger than he gave himself credit for. “I love you,” I whispered, tracing his lips with my thumb before replacing it with my lips for a languid kiss.

He was breathless when I pulled back, and he tilted his head up trying to follow me. “I love you too. Forever.”

I’d made us both wait long enough. And I refused to delay even a second longer…

I shuffled down Apollo’s body, lavishing him with kisses, until I found myself between his legs, admiring the whole length of his dense body from a tantalizing angle. Tense with the potential for explosive power, and to be in complete control of him… it was a heady feeling.

Sliding my hands up his thighs, I squeezed the thick muscles flexing under my palms. Exerting a little force on him, I spread his legs so I could fit my shoulders between them. “Wider,” I coaxed in a purr.

Lying on my stomach, I teased my nose across his balls, the clean scent of his soap still lingering. Not for long, I vowed, eager to dirty him up.

Flattening my tongue, I laved straight up the underside of his shaft, and his breathing faltered. I could feel his throbbing pulse in the vein, and my heart changed its rhythm to match. His skin was hot and soft as velvet, and I followed it all the way to the tip before dipping into the slit, chasing after the musky taste of his precum. I focused my attention on the head, flicking my piercing across the glans, but it wasn’t until I sucked him fully down to the back of my mouth that I heard a muffled grunt and the telltale rattle of the cuffs, like he’d instinctively tried to reach for me.

I took him as deep as I could. It was a struggle, but I focused on my breath, opening my throat to welcome him in. When I felt the tickle of his coarse hair on my nose, I took a deep breath, then nudged that little bit deeper, swallowing around him.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. So obviously, I did it again. I wanted to push him past cursing, until he lost the capacity for speech.

Even with his arms restrained, it seemed he wasn’t entirely powerless. As I drew off him slowly, his hips bucked off the mattress, chasing the wet warmth of my mouth. I pressed firmly on his hips to keep him in place, and when that didn’t work, I shoved my spit-slick finger into his tight ass.

“Ah! Oh gods,” he panted with another hard rattle of the cuffs and the creak of wood. If he pulled much harder, there was a chance the bedframe would break.

I paused. “Still good?”

“So good,” he groaned.

As I continued to work him with my mouth, I gently eased a second finger into his entrance, going just deep enough to stroke across his prostate. It didn’t take long before he was trembling, precum pooling on my tongue.

“Please,” he gasped. “I-I’m too close. Untie me. I need to make you feel good too.”

I pulled off his cock with a wet pop. My grin was all teeth, a predator’s warning. “Who says I need to untie you for that.”

With some shuffling, I managed to turn myself around, knees on either side of his head, lowering my ass over his face. I hesitated a few inches away. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I don’t want to suffocate you.”

“But what a way to die,” he groaned before he craned his neck to get at me like a man starved of ass.

The second his hot mouth reached my slick hole, all doubt was cast to the side. When I finally gave up my inhibitions, my doubts, and started to grind on his face, it was like it unleashed his most primal urges. He was more savage than his wolf the way he devoured me. He speared his tongue as deep as it would reach, sucking along my rim, and I didn’t just see stars—I saw nebulas and black holes and distant fucking galaxies. Why did I think this was a bad idea? It was the best idea every idea-ed.

Panting, I bent down and took him back into my mouth. His ravenous moans vibrated straight through my balls as he dined on me, and we lost ourselves in the sensations. Even with his arms restrained and me sitting astride his chest, he still proved to have remarkable mobility. With his feet planted on the mattress, he was able to fuck up into my mouth. Yep, I would have to tie those up too next time.

In a lust-driven stupor, I rotated my hips mindlessly in search of my climax, while bobbing faster and faster on his cock. Tugging on his balls in one hand, the other jacking him in time with my mouth, I felt him harden further in my grip. His throaty moans had become desperate whines, and I could barely catch my breath.

Apollo grunted what was likely a curse before he arched up beneath me, feeding me a thick load of his salty cum. Swallowing his warm seed sent me following after him, and I came so hard I had to pull off him or risk biting. I spilled across his chest in pulsing spurts, and when I was finally steady enough to crawl off him, I saw it had collected in the divot between his clavicles, all the way down to his belly button. Every inch of his face, from chin to eyebrows, was glistening with my slick.

“What a mess I made of you,” I drawled proudly, smearing my fingers across him like some kind of abstract painter.

He looked thoroughly blissed out as I stumbled to the bathroom for a warm wet cloth to clean him up. My whole body was jelly, and my hands were so tingly that it took three tries to get the cuffs undone. He stretched his arms out quickly, then pulled me on top of him before I could wipe him up, smearing the mess between us.

“Gross,” I said with a laugh, though I honestly didn’t mind.

“He who deals it, feels it.” His cheeky grin was full of mischief, and I would do it a thousand times over if it meant seeing him so happy and relaxed. Kissing him was the perfect combination of our flavors on our tongue. He nuzzled into my neck. “We need to do that again,” he murmured.

“Ahh, but think of all the other things we have left to try,” I countered.

“I’ll start a list.”