Page 93 of The Witch and His Crow
Arwyn leaned in again, bringing his lips to my ear. ‘I don’t make love, Ifuck.’
‘Well, that is good news,’ I replied, unable to hide the flush from my cheeks. ‘Because I enjoyed being fucked.’
‘Then we’re a match made in heaven, little kitty.’
‘Didn’t I warn you about using that nickname?’ The soap had yet to leave my other hand. I lifted it between us, turning it around to get his attention but it slipped out of my fingers.
‘Clumsy boy,’ Arwyn said.
“You havenoidea.”
Slowly, I bent down to pick it up. My mouth passed the curved end of Arwyn’s hard cock, lips so close the water falling on it splashed and hit my face. Instead of taking the soap and straightening, it was my turn to get on my knees. I didn’t care about the discomfort of the tiles, not as I took in Arwyn who looked down the length of his body at me, with hope parting his mouth as to what was to come.
‘Have you forgotten about the soap?’ Arwyn asked as I leaned into his cock and brought it to my mouth.
‘Whatsoap?’ I asked, grinning up at him.
Arwyn exhaled a long breath, full of tension and desire. Then he put his hand to the back of my head, anchoring his fingers in with my hair. ‘You wicked,wickedlittle witch.’
You have no idea.
Arwyn stumbled back against the green-tiled wall as I took his cock in my mouth. His knees buckled beneath the pleasure, his cry echoing over the barren room. Every muscle, large and minute, tensed and flexed as he stretched.
It was impossible to take every inch of him in, but I gave it my best shot. As my tongue curled around his tip, my wet cheeks tightening as I sucked the droplets of taste from him, I thought of nothing but ruining Arwyn. I wanted him to be a shell of the man I was beginning to know. I wanted this moment to last long after it ended, so I had something to take my mind off the world around me.
Arwyn kept his hand on the back of my head, moving along with the rhythm of my sucking. I gagged a few times, tears joining the running water that continued to cascade down over me. But I was getting better, working my throat around the…nine or so inches he had hidden between his thighs. The length wasn’t even the challenge, it was the girth. I loved a challenge, so I wouldn’t stop until every single inch got to feel my lips around it.
When I needed a break, I lifted his shaft and focused my tongue on his balls. I popped them into my mouth, sucking with intense focus whilst drawing my fist up and down his cock. I could’ve continued doing it for hours, but it turned out Arwyn didn’t have the stamina. He almost finished twice by the time he reached down, hooked his arms beneath mine and hoisted me up to face him.
My world turned as he swept me from the floor, guided my legs around his waist and spun me until it was my back pressed against the tiles. The chill of stone made me groan aloud,alongside the firm grasp of two hands placed on either side of my arse.
‘Hector, you’re…’
Sexy. Strange. Demanding. Exciting. All adjectives used to describe me by men I’d knelt for. I waited for which one Arwyn would use, preparing to add a tally to the growing list of titles.
‘Beautiful.’ Arwyn finished.
‘Well, that’s a new one,’ I said aloud, although Arwyn was so focused on looking into my eyes it was as if he didn’t hear me.
‘Beautiful, and deserving of someone far greater than me.’
I leaned into him, wrapping arms around his strong neck. ‘Remember, this means nothing.’
‘I hear you, but it doesn’t feel like that.’
My heart didn’t simply skip a beat. It leapt over about five of them. I blinked away my shock at his words, whilst grappling with an excuse as to why he was wrong.
I couldn’t find one.
‘Have I ensnared you, Arwyn, with my devious mouth?’ I attempted sarcasm as my way around the moment between us. But it was lacking in confidence, so the question came out weak.
‘Yes, Hector. But you did that long before you sucked my cock.’
Arwyn leaned in again, and I thought he’d try and kiss me. In truth, I didn’t think I’d stop him. But then his lips dropped to my neck and pressed against the skin there. I leaned back, water spraying down on me as Arwyn ravaged my neck. He kissed, bit, and sucked. I could perfectly picture the shapes and lines he painted on my skin with his tongue.
‘Please,’ Arwyn growled against my skin, his grip on my arse cheeks hardening as he pulled them open, ‘can I fuck you?’
My nails dug into his broad back. ‘I didn’t expect we’d be doing a crossword, Arwyn. Yes, fuck me.’
