Page 5 of Meant to Burn

I take him deep, humming at the flavor of his pre-cum.

He’s a trembling mess underneath me, hands buried in my hair as he undulates his hips mindlessly and pushes me down on his cock.

It’s the most erotic fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.

I suck him fervently, desperately. As if he’ll slip through my fingers if I don’t show him exactly what I can do for him.

But I know that’s not going to happen. He’s mine now—and I don’t let go of what’s mine.

“Oh, fuck,” Elijah moans loudly, and I groan as his fingers tighten even more in my hair until tears trail down my face. “Yes, yes, yes ! I’m going to hell for this. Oh, God, please forgive me.”

I pull away from his cock, parting his legs even more and kissing his balls.

He shakes, back arching, seeking my mouth without words.

He hasn’t let go of my hair, but I’m fighting him, pulling away forcefully until my chest meets the tile of the old chapel floor.

I watch in awe as his balls tighten, giving me an unobstructed view of his hole, and I take a tentative lick.

Elijah mewls, his hand flying to his cock, and I smirk.

He wraps a hand around it, seemingly without noticing, and I lick him again. This time more firmly.

I hum against his ass, face buried between his cheeks. “I’m going to stuff my tongue in your tight little hole, Elijah, and you’re going to touch your cock for me. When I come back up, you’re going to feed me your cum.”

“Yes, yes ,” Elijah chokes out when I thrust my entire tongue in his ass. “I’ll stuff my cum down your throat!”

Elijah moans loudly as I thrust in and out of his ass, and I feel him softening for me.

His hole is pliable now, relaxed. I’m able to fit my entire tongue inside of him; he’s finally opening.

His hand is working his cock quickly, and I stare at him, absolutely transfixed.

The contours of his body are perfect under the moonlight, and I watch his abs contract and his veins bulge as he gets closer to the finish line.

“I’m close,” he gasps. “I’m g-gonna?—”

I move quickly, kneeling between his parted thighs and taking his cock back in my mouth. I bob my head up and down a few times, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, and swallowing. He’s big and thick, and I gag on him, but it doesn’t matter. I want this. I want him.

Elijah grabs my head with both hands and lifts his hips, fucking my throat with wild abandon. I let him control the pace, let him use me. He doesn’t even know he’s doing it, doesn’t know how gorgeous he looks while he loses his mind.

The first drop of cum on my tongue makes my eyes roll to the back of my head, but I force myself to snap out of it because I want to watch him.

I want to see him unravel. I don’t want to miss a single second.

His flavor explodes in my mouth, and I swallow greedily, over and over again, until his cock softens in my mouth. Only then do I pull away from him.

It feels like I could come with one stroke at this point, and I know I probably can. I’m so keyed up I probably won’t be able to hold back. It’s his fault. He’s everything I’ve been missing. What I didn’t know I needed.

I climb on top of him, knees on either side of his waist, as I grab my cock and begin to jerk it frantically.

A shiver runs down my spine the closer I get to my climax, and my hand tightens as I begin to shake uncontrollably.

My body hasn’t reacted this way to an orgasm in fucking centuries. Never, if I’m being honest with myself.

I moan loudly, staring at Elijah’s face. His eyes are wide, and he looks feral. His hands grip my hips as I get closer to him, and he digs his blunt fingernails into me. “Open your mouth, Elijah. Show me your tongue.”

He nods and opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. His eyes stay connected to mine, the blue in them dilating even more until they look nearly black. My balls tighten as I feel my impending orgasm, and I aim my cock at his mouth.

“Want me to soak you, Little Lamb?” I ask him, and his eyes roll back in his head. “Answer me,” I growl through gritted teeth.

Elijah nods frantically, whispering, “Yes, please .”

I come with a growl, aiming my cock at his face and mouth. His lips and tongue are coated in my cum, and so are his cheeks and chin. He closes his mouth and swallows, and it’s so hot my cock rallies for another round. Fuck, I’ll never recover from this. I need to taste him.

Need to?—

I crash my lips to his, sucking his bottom one into my mouth. My flavor explodes on my taste buds, and I shove my tongue into his mouth. He’s greedy. Hands gripping everything they can reach: my back, my waist, my ass. Elijah has lost all control, and I hope he never regains it.

Pulling away, I lick his chin and cheeks, gathering my cum from his skin to shove it back into his mouth with a filthy kiss. He groans at the taste, and I feel like I’m ascending.

He was wrong all along.

He’s not unholy.

Elijah is the very opposite.

If he’s not careful, he’ll become the new god I worship.

The only one.