Page 17 of Untamed

I slide my fingers into the curls at the back of his head and work them against his scalp. Orion tips into my palm, eyes closing briefly, then lowers himself between my knees without taking his hand off me.

His tongue drags up the underside of my cock before his mouth closes around the head, hot and wet enough to pull a curse out of me. He takes more on the next pass, one hand still working the base while the other settles around my thigh. I keep my hips against the couch and let him set the rhythm until he looks up at me through his lashes.

“Fuck, Orion.” My fingers tighten in his hair as he hums around me, pressing deeper into my hand. The vibration goes straight through my stomach, his scent sweetening again beneath the leather until there’s no mistaking how turned on he is.

I ease my grip just enough to let him lift his head. “Do you want me moving with you, or do you want me to stay still?”

Orion wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, breathing harder than he was a minute ago. “Move with me. Just don’t grab my head and shove me down.”

“I won’t.” I drag my thumb once behind his ear, and when his eyes stay on mine I add, “If I get too rough, tell me and I’ll back off.”

His mouth twists as he leans back toward me. “I will. You don’t have to keep checking every time you breathe.”

A laugh gets caught halfway out because his mouth closes around me again. I roll my hips forward slowly, and Orion meets the movement instead of backing away, his hand tightening around my thigh while he takes me deeper. The next time I move, he follows the same rhythm without needing anything else from me, his mouth working wet around my cock while my hand stays in his hair exactly where he put it.

The next thrust reaches the back of his throat. His eyes water as his grip digs into my leg, but he holds me there long enough to swallow once before pulling back for air. When he looks up again, his lips are wet and flushed. “Do that again.”

I keep my hand loose in his hair. “Same depth?”

“Yes.” Orion shifts closer between my knees and strokes me once at the base. “I’ll pull away if I need to.”

I give him the same depth when he takes me back into his mouth, then again when he presses closer and makes room for it. One of his hands slides under my shirt and spreads over my stomach while the other stays locked around my thigh, keeping me close without letting me steer him.

His thighs press together when I move again, and the scent of slick gets stronger between us. When he shifts his knees I catch the wet shine along the inside of one thigh, enough that my eyes drop there without permission.

Orion follows my glance and huffs through his nose. “I know.”

I look back at his face instead of staring between his legs. “Do you want me to touch you too?”

He shakes his head, his hand still moving lazily at the base of my cock. “Not yet. I want to keep doing this.”

“Then keep doing it.” I settle back against the couch and let him choose the pace.

Orion takes me into his mouth again, and I stop holding every movement back. My hips roll with the pull of his mouth while his hand keeps me steady at the base, his body leaning into every stroke instead of waiting for me to decide what happens next. Saliva warms my skin, his slick scent thickens until it tangles with leather every time I breathe, and by the time he pulls off again my stomach is tight enough that I know I’m close.

His hand keeps moving while he looks up at me. “You’re going to come.”

“If you keep doing that, yeah.” My voice comes out rougher than I mean it to, and Orion’s mouth curves around the reaction.

He strokes me once more, slower this time, eyes still on mine. “Then I want you in my mouth.”

He takes me deep without waiting for an answer. I grip the couch with my free hand while the other stays buried in his hair, Orion’s fingers digging into my thigh when I come as his throat works around me until the last pulse is gone. He draws back slowly afterward, wiping his mouth with his wrist as his chest rises hard against my knees.

I’m still catching my breath when he settles between my legs, resting his cheek against my thigh. His shoulders have dropped from where they were earlier, his attention no longer snapping toward the windows every few seconds. I work my fingers through his hair while he lets his weight rest against me, neither of us saying anything until his breathing evens out.

“I needed to choose something,” Orion says after a while, his fingers curling loosely around my knee. “Everything today feels like it’s happening at me.”

I look down at him and keep my hand moving through his hair. “So you chose this.”

“I chose you.” His thumb rubs once over the seam of my pants. “And I wanted something that felt good instead of another thing I had to get through.”

My fingers slow against his scalp. “You never have to give me sex just to keep me close. But if you want me, you can want me without there being a disaster first.”

Orion tips his head enough to look up at me. “I know. I’m still getting used to that.”

“So am I.” I brush a curl back from his forehead and leave my hand there until he finally pushes himself upright.

He rolls his shoulders once, looking toward the window without moving toward it this time. I fasten my pants while he stands between my knees, still naked and flushed from what he just did.