Page 22 of Burning Demons (Burning Torments #1)

Chapter 22

Wren

The last remnants of good sense wanted me to object. Our parents were probably downstairs. I might have even shaken my head. Then, he slid his cool palms down my overheated chest and pressed his warm lips on my freshly shaved neck.

“Tate.” The word was strained and not nearly strong enough to be an objection.

“Wren.” He kissed my collarbone. “Let me do this. I want to. I’m dying to. Please.”

“God. Don’t fuckin’ beg me.”

He smirked.

I swallowed. “I’m not sure I’ll survive it.”

“You will,” he said, then licked his lower lip and dragged it through his teeth.

He scraped over my lower abs with his blunt nails, then dug into the top edge of my towel. I had seconds to stop this. That barrier was my shield. If it dropped, I was at his mercy.

“Tate …”

A sinful grin curled his lips, and he shook his head.

The towel dropped.

“Damn, Wren.”

I pried open my eyelids. Tate stared right at my junk. A little choked sound left him. Then, my whole body convulsed when he rubbed a thumb over my swollen head. My breaths sawed in and out. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna pass out, hyperventilate, or come from just that one touch and the expectation of what he might do next.

He smoothed his fingers down my length and over my balls to grip them. The hold was tight, and a moment of panic hit me, but then he fucking pulled.

“Shit, Tate.” My knees buckled, and I latched onto the counter behind me to keep from collapsing.

Those thick lashes lifted, and he stared at me as he kissed my shoulder, then one of my scars. His tongue laved over a long, rough line of puckered skin, and then he kissed lower. Lower, lower. He bit my pec and licked over a hard nipple. My chest heaved, but no matter how much air I pulled in, it wasn’t enough.

He stroked me with hands that were everywhere at once. Or maybe he had six of them on me. Up and down my shaft and swirling over my head. Teasing my balls, then lifting and rubbing behind them. My legs quaked. He kissed and nipped down my abs and never stopped staring into my eyes while he lowered to his knees.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, fuck, no .

I dropped my chin in disbelief. Even being here, seeing this, I couldn’t believe it was happening. I shivered. I panted. Precome beaded at my slit in offering.

Eyes on mine, he gripped my base with the hand not rolling my balls, then licked across my cockhead.

“Jesus, fuck,” I whispered. “Yes.”

Maybe he’d been waiting for my actual permission, or maybe he just knew there was no hope I’d last for more than seconds against him. Tate closed his lips over the tip and sucked me down, changing my life forever.

“Fuuuck.” My vision darkened. Every breath made my body tingle.

It was everything I’d ever wanted and never knew to even want it. I burrowed my fingers into his hair. This was the hottest porn I’d ever watched, but it was happening to me .

I gave an experimental nudge of my hips as he bobbed his head up and down. Tate hummed, and the sensations ratcheted to a thousand. Fuck, his mouth was so hot. His tongue was soft. Every downward motion made more of me disappear inside him and the whole experience alter inside me.

“Tate …”

He went faster, and I thought I would die. My heart was gonna explode. Tate changed right in front of me. The calculating and reserved approach of his I’d been getting used to morphed into this aggressive and greedy thing. He dug his fingers into my hips and thighs, humming the whole time. Tate was as starving for me as I was desperate for him to never stop.

I was entranced, spellbound, dazed, and then I hit the back of his throat.

“Shit!” I moaned and clutched his hair.

He didn’t let up, never hesitated. He swallowed around my cockhead …

“Tate. Tate.” It was a plea and a warning. No other words could form, but he seemed to know.

He hummed again, took me deep, and I exploded. The force of it tightened my abs and doubled me over. Sounds burst out of me like I’d never heard before. Growls and whimpers and whispers. I didn’t even know what the fuck I said. My world was reduced to this moment. A revelation. My head spun as my entire body emptied into him.

And something came over me. Call it animalistic or feral or, hell, caveman probably worked too. What just happened was a new beginning, a new chapter, a new story. Tate, on his fucking knees, for me … Until my last breath, I would never forget a single second of it, of him, of this.

He was still licking and sucking me when I jerked as the sensation hit that tad-too-much mark. I yanked him to his feet with a snarl. Tate’s eyes were wide and fearful, but I attacked his mouth. In my mind, it was the only thing I could do to show him he was mine and how much what he just did meant to me. Words didn’t make sense. It was all a jumble. I could only feel, and I could make him feel.

He tasted salty. That was me, my come on his tongue, but it didn’t stop me. His bare chest was against mine. His defined back and curved ass were under my hands. The hard slide of his body had my dick rebounding and throbbing for round two in no time at all, but I wasn’t releasing his mouth.

And Tate was like a sex-starved fiend. He pushed one hand between us, surrounding my cock, and used the fingers of his other hand to stroke my ass, then along the crack. It was funny how just a day ago, I had been without this, and now, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t wanna stop. The slapping sounds of him jacking me were mixed with our mmms and chests rumbling with excited and satisfied noises.

Tate was a god. I knew that before, but he just seemed to know everything about touching me perfectly. My cockhead swelled as my balls boiled and readied to empty whatever had re-pooled in them, just as he bit hard on my bottom lip.

I roared so loud before I thought to temper it. Tate slammed his mouth back on mine, drinking in the noise as I came all over us. It hit my chest, then his. I crushed him against me, gripping his ass, my dick trapped and pulsing between the pressure of our bodies.

I was spent, tired, and still just as hungry as he’d been. I bit his jaw, kissed his neck, licked his ear. Tate circled his arms around my shoulders, holding me gently while I practically mauled him. I shoved his pants and boxers down. They hit the floor.

Then I did.

“God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful,” I said as I buried my face into the neatly trimmed hair at his groin. He must’ve showered last night after I crashed. The makeup was gone, I only now noticed, and his skin smelled faintly of soap.

I gazed at his blushing erection as if it were the holy grail of cocks, then worshiped it. No flourish, no seduction, and no fucking clue what I was doing. I only had hours of blow job porn and Tate’s own instruction on me to go by, so I licked the length, humming with the mix of salt and skin on my tongue, then took him down my throat. Yes, I was way too excited and choked myself. My gag reflex was a frightening thing. An ache welled in my throat immediately as tears sprang in my eyes. When I tried to back out, Tate held my hair and thrust his hips.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

With his desperate, shaking voice ringing in my ears, I tried again. Knowing what to expect made it easier, but not much. Tate’s cock was long but not as thick as mine. I should be able to fucking do this.

Man up!

Just when I had a handle on it, he bumped the back of my throat. I coated him in saliva as I choked again. My eyes watered enough to make my nose run and my breathing erratic. In the history of first blow jobs, this had to be close to the worst. Thank fuck Tate didn’t seem to notice my fumbling.

A rough start for sure, I alternated my mouth with fisting him as I flexed my jaw, and then a rhythm settled over us. Minutes after that, my own doubts of my head-giving prowess evaporated when Tate moaned and shook all over.

“Please don’t stop,” he whispered.

Once comfortable with what I was doing, I explored, timidly scratched over his balls with my blunt nails. That earned a gasp and his hand back in my hair.

I mmmed around a mouthful and pulled on his sac, tentatively at first, then harder. I flattened my tongue as I went down as far as I could, then used it to swipe just under his head and sucked the tip.

“God, Wren. Like that. Do that again.”

I did, and salty precome was my reward. I was doing this right. I backed out to the tip again, sucked on his head, and licked his slit while shuttling my fist over his length.

“Fuck,” he snapped.

Then I took him to the throat, swallowing when my reflex acted up.

“Wren.” Tate scratched into the hair over my ears, and I thought for a second he might fuck my face. “So good.” He bit his lower lip and groaned. “I’m close. Don’t stop, Wren, please.”

“Nuh-uh,” I mumbled, not on my life. I’d dreamed about this. Well, not exactly this, but I had wanted to do this for him since forever. Even as I tried to deny it, I wanted this. Pleasing Tate. Showing him with my body how inspiring he was to my life.

Up. Down. My confidence grew with his mmms and whispers so soft I couldn’t understand them, but they sounded like good stuff. Up. Down. Faster. Sucking harder. Toying with his balls. I wanted to inch behind them, press over his taint to his hole but didn’t dare. Not yet. This was huge enough already.

“I’m gonna come.”

I growled on him, hungry for it, ready for it.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck, yes.” Tate’s abs flexed, and he curled into a half crunch, something like pain on his achingly beautiful face.

By the time he shot down my throat, I was so relieved and happy I didn’t even stop to think about the taste or anything. Tate came his brains out because of me. I did this. His thick load was too much it choked me and dripped from my lips. As he worked to calm his breathing, I wiped away the mess, watching him as if he’d give me a score or something.

“I might have died,” he mumbled.

“You didn’t.”

“You sure this isn’t heaven?”

I grinned, stood, and smacked his lips with a come-wet kiss. “Yep, pretty sure, ’cause I’d have been much better at that if it were.”