Page 11 of Thorn Evermore
Thorn walks us backward, not breaking the kiss until my knees hit the edge of the couch. He lowers me first, our mouths still locked together, then joins me, his body a delicious weight on mine.
“By the gods, you are tasty,” Thorn whispers against my lips. “Sweet like honey and wine. You could make an addict of me.”
I giggle in response. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” His face is serious. “You’re not used to being adored, are you?”
I scoff at that question. “Hardly, but I appreciate you saying such nice things.”
“But you don’t believe me.” He presses his hips into my thigh and my breath catches. “Maybe I can convince you.”
“Please do. I need to feel…” I shake my head to stop the word vomit about to spill out.
“Don’t hold back, Kyson. Tell me what you need.”
“It’s so gross. Pathetic.”
“I doubt it.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “No one has ever treasured you, have they?”
“Treasured? No. Why do you think I’m…” I clear my throat. “I don’t want to dump all my emotional baggage on you. I just want to have fun tonight. Can we do that?”
Searching my eyes, Thorn nods. I wish I could read his mind, because his expression is breathtaking, almost like he can hear the thoughts I’m trying to hide. I just don’t want him to feel sorry for me. I’m tired of that.
I’m about to ask what he wants to do, but I don’t have to. He takes the lead, thankfully, moving his kisses to my neck, then down my chest as he tugs my shirt up. Soon enough, he’s between my legs, mouthing my cock through my pants. I can only stare with a gaping mouth, afraid I’m going to shoot off before he even gets to where he’s going.
“You smell good,” Thorn whispers, popping the button on my pants. “A bit like grapes, but earthier.”
“Grapes?”
“I love grapes.” He unzips my pants and tugs them down enough to reveal my underwear. His eyes widen. “Well, what a pleasant surprise.”
“What?”
“You.” He pulls my underwear down enough to bare my cock. It pops straight up, smacking his chin, and he laughs. “Delightful.”
“It’s okay?”
“You’re beautiful, Kyson.”
I gasp as Thorn closes his mouth over my erection, taking me down his throat. “Oh god.”
“Thorn,” he mumbles. “My name is Thorn.”
I start to laugh, but the sound is cut short with a moan as Thorn swallows around me. Sliding my fingers into his thick hair, I arch my back and thank my lucky stars I stumbled on this man. He sucks me so well I’m close to coming, but hepulls his mouth off me, moving up to my mouth before I can protest too much.
As we kiss again, Thorn must have opened his own jeans. The hot flesh of his hard cock bumps against mine, and I let out a desperate moan. It’s been so long, so very long, since someone touched me that it’s overwhelming. And no one has ever touched me the way Thorn does.
His cock is hard and sticky as he rubs against me. I claw at his shoulders through his shirt, tugging on the material. I want to feel more of his skin. More of everything. Breaking the kiss, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, sucking and nibbling at my flesh.
“Thorn,” I gasp.
He hooks his arm under one of my knees, pulling my leg up and creating even more contact between us. My body reacts in ways I’m sure I haven’t felt before, vibrating and tingling. I can feel it from my head to my toes.
“Thorn,” I gasp again. “So close.”
“Give it to me, sweetheart. Everything you’ve got. I crave a taste of you.”
“What?”Who talks like that?