Page 135 of His Trick

He gasped, letting my lips brush against his. “Carrington…I…”

I silenced him with a hard, claiming kiss. My hands tangled into his hair, pulling him impossibly close to me. All the heat was pooling low into my dick, and I hissed at my piercing pressed against the leather.

The back-and-forth of his mind was always there, the shadow of my fucking sister, and his determination to deny himself the desire he craved. But like every other time, his body betrayed him. His dick pressed into my upper thigh, and I moaned, grinding my own against his.

We collided onto the floor, his ragged, desperate moans enveloping me like a blanket.

“Care Bear—fuck…you make me crazy. I can’t?—”

He ripped the leather from my body, taking control, demanding from me what I was all too willing to give him. The friction of skin on skin was pure fire. His dick was so hot against my flesh, his foreskin wrapped around mine, covering my piercing and making us both groan at the intensity of the sensitive nerves.

Fuck me. He would be my undoing.

“Fuck me, Shiloh. Let me feel what that fucking cock can do, Baby Boy.”

I was as surprised by my words as he seemed to be. He started to speak, breaking this moment and ruining everything that was happening.

“Care Bear…I…”

I shook my head, getting myself into a vulnerable position, the feeling so fucking foreign, I couldn’t begin to understand why anyone did this willingly. I needed control. I needed to be the leader of this, but I had to trust him. I had to show him with actions before my words brought change.

My teeth clenched along with my asshole, my lips still tingling from his kisses. Every tremor and every gasp from him slid through me, a fucking declaration of need. His hands clutched at my hips, pressing his cock onto my ass cheek, pulling me closer to him, his breathing shook while he tried to join himself with me. His desperate attempts at denying me continued, even now.

“God, Shiloh…” I murmured against the floor. “I fucking need this. Just shut the fuck up and do it. Please. I want it to be you.”

“I…Carrington, why now? Why do you fucking do this to me now? I—” His voice broke, and I could hear the tears before I felt them hit my back.

His hands weakly held onto my hips. Every tremor of his strong body, every ragged breath, and every gasp told me he wanted this. He craved taking me like this as much as I did, even as his heart strained against it.

I pressed into him harder, his cock pushed on my tight hole, eliciting a gasp from me. He moaned, and despite the pain, I did it again. I rocked my body back and forth slowly, my dick swinging below me like a fucking pendulum. And it weirdly made me think of how time stood still with him at my side.

“I fucking love you,” I groaned, breathless, actually fearful of this. For the first time in my life, I had my back turned to someone. They could kill me, hurt me…or leave me.

He sighed deeply and sniffled behind me.

“It’s okay, Carrington. I won’t make it hurt. I just…I want you to feel good.”

Before I could answer him, his mouth, those fucking tantalizing lips, were right on my balls, licking and sucking, so close to my ass I was shaking. His fingers explore my hole, wet and slippery from his spit.

“Get ready, Baby,” he whispered, and then I felt his hot saliva drip onto my asshole.

“Oh…fuuuuuck. You are teasing…just do it. I’m going to fucking—I can’t take the anticipation.”

He laughed at me, slipping his finger into the entrance and pushing lightly. My teeth were going to crack at this slow torture. At least I killed quickly.

Fuck.

This was a new form of hell. Heaven was so close, yet teetering on the edge.

Like my sanity.

His lips brushed every curve of my body, his hands mapping, claiming, tasting, and fucking marking, while his finger pushed deeper inside me.

I arched into him, my lips meeting his again, biting, while I wrapped my arms around his neck like he was the only solid fucking thing I had.

I felt the ever-present conflict in him, the pull toward his light, and the need for my darkness. It made every gasp sharper behind me, every shiver hotter against my skin.

His finger became thicker. No, it was two fingers pressing inside me, curling and hitting that ungodly spot that made me feel like a bitch as it curled my toes when he hit it. I could see histhick cock between my thighs, and I gulped, realizing just what I had requested.