Page 57 of Conquered

He crashes his door open then deposits me on my feet, not even out of breath, the fucker. The look he gives me burns me up from the inside, like a wildfire out of control, consuming everything in its path.

Grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, he slams his mouth on mine, devastating me with a soul searing kiss. The fingers of his other hand tangle in my hair, giving just an edge of pain which makes my knees fucking buckle. I would fall to the floor if he didn't have such a tight grip on me.

“Fuck, Lilly. What have you done to me?” he whispers over my lips, our foreheads touching as he walks forward, guiding us to his bed. “I'm an addict, and you are my. Fucking. Perfect. Drug,” he murmurs in between savage kisses.

Before he makes another move, I switch our places and push him onto the bed. Holding his gaze in mine, I smile teasingly at him as I sink down to my knees on the floor, my head level with his crotch.

The fire flares even brighter in his jade depths as I slowly pop each button on his jeans, opening them just enough to let him spring free. I look down to admire his beautiful, hard length, the tip glistening with a bead of precum that's caught on his piercing.

Leaning down, I lap at it, tasting the saltiness and cool metal, before hearing a deep groan sound above me.

“Lilly, that naughty fucking tongue of yours…” Loki starts, cutting off mid-sentence when I lick the underside of him, from balls to tip.

I came across a website the other night,How to Give A Great Blowjob, and decided that there's no time like the present to practice some of the suggested tips.

Rolling my eyes up, I hold the base of his cock in one hand licking the tip all over like it's my favourite ice cream. I watch the pleasure roll over his beautiful features, his mouth open as he pants.

I focus my gaze back down, and he groans loudly as I begin to flick my tongue over the frenulum, again and again, causing his hips to buck wildly.

“Fucking hell, Lilly!” he cries, his hand coming to grip my hair tightly.

I take the head of him into my mouth, giving a gentle suck, then use my tongue in a circular motion round the top, playing with his piercing, speeding up then slowing down. Loki cursesagain as I take more of him into my mouth before slowly coming back up.

Bobbing my head, I repeat this a few times, taking him all the way in then pulling away. I feel spit dribbling out of the corner of my mouth as I work to take him deeper each time.

Looking back up, I hold his lust filled gaze as I take him fully into my mouth, making sure to moan out loud with pleasure. This time, I take him right to the back of my throat, holding him there for a few seconds.

He's groaning and cursing, the hand in my hair a punishing grip, and I can feel him start to get even harder right before his balls draw up and tighten.

“I'm so fucking close, Lilly,” he gasps out. So the next time, I take him all the way in and hum, pausing to swallow. At the same time, I use my hand to cup his balls and massage that sensitive spot just behind them.

His cock becomes a solid steel rod seconds before I feel hot cum scorch down my throat and he yells his release, his eyes rolling. I swallow every drop, then release him with an audible pop like I did his thumb downstairs.

I lick my lips with a satisfied smirk, sitting back on my heels, his hand letting my hair go. He’s sweaty and breathing hard, his eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on his face.

“That was,” he pants in between breaths, “fucking epic.”

A cough sounds behind us, my head whipping round to see Ash standing in the open doorway, face flushed and eyes dark with lust. There’s a definite bulge in his grey slacks. Looks like he came back early.

“You left the door open, Loki,” he tells us, his voice rough, but surprisingly, given his words, he’s not chastising. His eyes take us both in. Me on my knees, and Loki with his pants open. Ash’s nostrils flare. “I think there’s time before dinner for Lilly to have a treat for that, wouldn't you agree, Loki?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Loki replies, still a little breathless, leaning up on his elbows. “What would you suggest?”

Ash pauses, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger.

“Loki, lie back. Lilly, take your skirt off and sit on his face, facing me,” he commands. My breath hitches at the authority in his tone, and my pussy gets even wetter.

“Yes, sir,” Loki teases, and I catch a flare of heat in Ash’s gaze.

I stand up, unzipping my pleated cotton nineteen-fifties style skirt, dropping it to the carpet, leaving me in my lace topped stockings, a blush pink suspender belt, and lace thong set.

“I swear, you wear this shit to torment me and make me fucking cream my pants like a thirteen year old seeing pussy for the first time,” Loki growls out looking up at me, and I chuckle.

He lies back on the bed, legs dangling off the edge.

“You heard the Captain, Pretty Girl. Come sit on my face,” Loki tells me cheekily. I look behind me at Ash, whose gaze is all kinds of intense, then turn back and walk to the other side of the bed, climbing on.

I crawl over to Loki, keeping eye contact with Ash the whole time. I manoeuvre myself so that I'm on my knees, my pussy hovering over Loki's face.