Page 111 of Dare
As I licked my lips, Jeryn’s cock lifted, the shape and size of him straining through the pants. His pupils expanded like bottomless wells, my reflection filling them, as though I were floating inside them.
Floating. Not sinking.
I liked being there. I longed to be everywhere on him, to imprint myself on his flesh so he would never forget this.
The slab of his chest hitched, the muscles contracting like marble. On display, this glorious monster belonged to me.
First, I sampled the blood from his hipbone, sweeping my tongue across the incline. His nostrils flared as he watched me lick the crimson from his skin. The saltwater must sting him, but he showed no sign of caring. Rather, a different kind of suffering consumed his expression.
My eager fingers burned as I raised the knife to the closures of his pants. Glimpsing Jeryn’s rapt features, I snipped open the clasps, the blade’s edge plucking at each one. More sharp intakes followed from above, each one stoking my confidence.
The flaps opened, and his cock sprang free, and my body burst into flames. My imagination had been generous. Yet nothing compared to this authentic vision.
That long, hard, wet cock thickened under my gaze. Tall and firm, its height was greater than I’d pictured, the column ruddy and the crown even darker. A tight slit cut across the peak, where a pearl of liquid rose. The whole gorgeous thing looked sinful, from the feverish hue, to the distended veins, to the heavy sac between his thighs.
Thirst overwhelmed my senses. His cock could fill me to the brim. Soon enough, it would. And it wouldn’t end until the tide ebbed. But first, I descended into a forbidden, real-life fantasy where an evil prince succumbed to my touch.
A delirious combination of fury and excitement whetted my appetite. If he wouldn’t admit there was more, I’d get him to shout it. I would get him to bellow this truth until it became so loud, it drowned out the ocean.
Jeryn clenched the vines, forcing himself to remain still. Those eyes clung to my features, absorbing my reaction. Pinned against the cliff, he drew oxygen into his lungs and waited for my appraisal.
Craning my neck and meeting his eyes, I fanned out my skirt to show him what I thought of his cock. Braced with my thighs wide, I exposed myself. From the intimate swatch of hair, my clit jutted forward, and the pleat of my body leaked.
A choked noise ripped from Jeryn’s throat, the vines pulling taut. He liked what he saw.
Pleased, I skated his blade over the head of his cock. While I drew the point faintly along the slit, the bridge of his length twitched, and more liquid beaded to the surface. Like this, I sketched his flesh, tracing him lightly from the roof to the base, the way I would draw a symbol in the sand.
Jeryn’s mouth opened. Even then, he didn’t move.
At last, I withdrew the weapon. Boosting myself, I wedged the hilt between his teeth and nodded my encouragement as he clamped on, trapping the knife between his ivories. This way, he would have something to bite down on.
Then I dipped my head and followed the weapon’s previous trail. Only this time, I did so with my lips.
After being denied his taste for too long, I hunkered to the shore and grabbed the taut muscles of his ass. Then I draped my tongue against the seat of his cock and gave him a single, unbroken lick.
Jeryn’s body tensed. A frayed noise shook from his chest.
“Oh fuck,” he grated around the handle.
From the sac to the crown, I drizzled the point of my tongue across his flesh. Then I passed over the slit, collecting his arousal, the essence dissolving on my palate.
Still, he did not move.
Never had I done this with a man. Yet with this Royal, the impulses came as naturally as breathing. As a wanderer, I knew how to search and find. I would locate every devastating sound he was capable of making.
With an eager sigh, I lapped back and forth over the head, each swipe pulling on his voice. Moans skewered from him, the baritone deeper and richer and harsher. Emboldened, I swirled my tongue around the pome and swabbed more cum from the line in his cock.
The length stiffened further, elevating to his hips. I dashed my tongue up and down the column, flicking his sac and gliding back to the top. Over and over, I did this, sampling every broad inch.
Until it wasn’t enough. And so I strapped my lips around the crown and sucked.
Despite the hilt jammed into his mouth, Jeryn’s hiss cut through the tempest. The vines snapped as he braced against them and watched me through a mess of slate blue hair.
Spurred on by his gaze, I sealed my mouth around the stem and bowed my head toward the base. His flesh filled my mouth, and I rolled my lips back up, then down again. Uninterested in pacing or prolonging the sensations, I bobbed into it, siphoning his bare cock.
Jeryn’s growls quickened. His joints shook, and his skin warmed against my tongue, pellets of arousal dripping down my tongue. He held fast while I pumped, tugging and dragging on him.
I sighed around the crown, the reverberation causing him to buck once, the vibration rushing across his flesh. All the while, my clit throbbed. By some miracle, I felt what he felt, the onslaught agonizing.