Page 28 of Kiss of Embers

“Take my cock out and suck.”

He bit his lower lip as he fumbled my fly and zipper. My cock sprang free, and he sucked it into his mouth in one greedy gulp.

I hissed, rocking my hips as heat and pressure engulfed my shaft. It was too much too soon, but I couldn’t stop. Not with Struan’s perfect mouth around my dick. His eyelids fluttered as he sucked eagerly, taking me from root to tip on every pass. Within seconds, his eyes watered from the effort of breathing around my dick. The tent filled with the heavy, wet sound of my cockhead drilling the back of his throat.

Pleasure boiled up, tightening my balls. “Fuck,” I muttered, grabbing his hair. I held his head with two hands as I thrust into his mouth. “You’re too good at this.”

He moaned around my dick, his palms flat on his thighs. His shaft was almost purple with arousal. Precome smeared his slit. More moisture glistened on his sack. Drool slipped down his chin, but he held position, his mouth stretched wide and his head canted back to accept me. He had to be hurting, but he didn’t attempt to touch himself or adjust his position. He continued sucking me, adoration gleaming in his eyes.

“Good boy,” I said, pride swelling my chest. Cupping his head with one hand, I used the thumb of my other hand to wipe moisture from his chin. “Do you know what I do with good boys?”

The answer flared in his eyes. His low, needy groan vibrated up my shaft to my sack.

I tightened my grip on his hair, and I punctuated my next words with three brutal thrusts down his throat. “I. Reward. Them.”

Struan choked around my cock. I eased back, letting him recover. But he wasn’t having it. He strained against my grip, deep-throating me like he needed to prove he could.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I breathed, pushing his hair back from his forehead. I played with the silky strands, petting and stroking the way I knew he liked. The way Iloved—and needed just as much as he did. Moonlight haloed him, scattering blue highlights in his black hair. “So pretty. So good for me.”

He moaned at the praise. For a fleeting second, his hand strayed to his flailing dick, which looked hard enough to split open. But he caught himself, pressing his hand flat to his thigh as he wrestled with his own need. His labored breaths turned to whimpers, each plaintive, broken sound driving my lust higher.

My release rushed me. Sweat prickled over my skin. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

So I didn’t. With a final thrust of my hips, I emptied down Struan’s throat. Pleasure came in a jittery, white-hot flash. Myhead went back, and I might have fallen if not for my grip on Struan’s hair.

But he wasn’t going anywhere. He was voracious as he drank me down, delicious little growls spilling from him. He took every drop, as greedy for my come as he’d been to please me.

He was still sucking when I came back to myself, my cock soft and oversensitive against his questing tongue.

“Enough,” I rasped, pulling from his mouth. He chased my dick before settling back on his knees, his chest heaving and his erection sticking up like a baseball bat. His cockhead was soaked. His jaw and chest were shiny with drool.

“This is how I want you,” I said, the confession spilling from me. “Wrecked and helpless. And so hungry, Struan. You’d do anything, wouldn’t you?” Taking my dick in hand, I slapped it lightly against his cheek.

He gasped and then turned his head into my cock, seeking me. Fresh lust bolted through my veins as I dragged my tip over his parted lips, painting them with remnants of seed.

“Fuck,” he croaked, licking at my slit. He opened his mouth, and I obliged him, slapping my dick on his tongue with heavy, wet smacks. Arousal pumped to my shaft. Gathered in my balls. Gods, he was going to make me come again. But he’d earned his pleasure. Time to give him what he wanted.

“Up,” I ordered. “Get me ready.”

Struan surged to his feet, then spun me around and shoved me into the table. Breathing heavily, he yanked my pants and underwear down with rough hands. When they caught on my thighs, he cursed viciously and yanked harder. As the sound of ripping fabric filled the tent, I shifted to smoke, shedding my clothes in an instant. When I took solid form again, Struan was ready for me.

“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” he growled, bending me over the table with a hand on my shoulder.

I pressed my cheek to the wood, my dick growing harder by the second, and I let my amusement fill my voice. “I told you. I like you desperate.”

He huffed. A second later, he squeezed one of my ass cheeks and pulled it wide. His blunt cockhead prodded my cleft and then dragged up and down, teasing and pressing. My hole clenched reflexively, sensitive nerve endings firing.

“Little hole wants something,” Struan said in a thick, smoky voice. He pulled my ass wider and continued working his cockhead up and down, slicking my crease with his precome. “There you go. Winking at me. Such a tease.”

A breeze coasted over my skin, reminding me we weren’t alone. Zara watched—and listened to Struan crooning to my asshole like it was a shy pet he coaxed from a hiding place. Apple blossoms and something infinitely sweeter swirled in the air. I’d wagered and, apparently, won. Zara wasn’t frightened by the passion Struan and I shared. She hadn’t fled.

No, shewatched—and she liked what she saw. The knowledge set a fire under my skin. When Struan palmed the back of one of my thighs and hiked my knee onto the table, the fire became an inferno.

“Fuck me,” I ordered, an ache building in my balls. It was as if my dick had developed amnesia and the past twenty minutes hadn’t happened.

Struan fetched lube in record time. When he pressed a slick finger to my hole, I dug my forehead into the table and groaned through clenched teeth. My balls tingled. My cock twitched and leaked beneath me. Struan massaged my rim and then added another finger, probing and kneading my passage with expert strokes. His fingers disappeared, and I looked over my shoulder in time to see him spit into his hand and then carry it back to my cleft.

“Need to get you extra wet for me,” he rasped, his dragon in his eyes. Our gazes held as he worked me open with two thick fingers, grazing my sweet spot with every careful thrust. Other times, I would have dragged it out. Made him wait just so I could hear him beg. But Zara’s presence put a timer on my control. My dick throbbed, and my balls grew painfully tight. If I was dangling by a thread, Struan had to be in agony.