Page 85 of Phobia

I could see it in his eyes.

The way they looked at me, possessive, hungry.

We’d always been similar in height, Henry and I. Similar in age too. He was nineteen, to my eighteen. With his cock straining toward me it was hard to believe there had ever been a time where I didn’t want him. Maybe because there hadn’t been, I just hadn’t wanted to admit that even to myself.

The glistening red tip of his crown popped through the hole in his boxers as his dick flexed and I bit my lip, forcing myself to go slow as I leaned inch by inch down until I could peer up at him through the V his legs made. His slit drooled precum, like my proximity to his cock had triggered it.

“Do you want my mouth, Henry?” I teased, brushing a kiss against his thigh.

He groaned at the sight, one massive hand cradling the back of my head as he unceremoniously shoved my face toward his straining dick. I could still feel his eyes on me. Watching. Devouring. Drinking me up, till I felt lightheaded from the attention.

“Don’t tease,” he urged, hips snapping toward my face.

God, I liked him bossy like that.

Funny how earlier that day I’d hated how demanding he was.

Now I had a newfound appreciation for it.

I pulled his boxers down, tucking them around his glorious, round ass till his dick slipped fully free and slapped against his lower belly, leaving a stream of precum in its wake. It was just as thick as it had looked locked in its fabric prison. Girthy. Delicious. There was a riot of raven-colored curls at the base of his cock, and his full balls were drawn tight with tension. Everything about him was bigger than me. Wider. While we’d always been able to meet eye to eye, there was no comparison when it came to sheer width.

His cock flexed as I stared at it, a fresh drop of precum slipping from his slit as it listed to the left, slightly curved, and perfectly imperfect. There was a little freckle on his left sac that I couldn’t help but lean down to lick. His dick jerked the second I did. Feeling, mischievous, I stroked my tongue along the seam of his sac, kittenish and teasing.

“Shit—fuck.” Henry hissed, swearing for what felt like the first time in history. I lapped at his balls again, power buzzing beneath my skin as his entire body arched toward my face and the hand he had in my hair pulled tight. “Again—” His voice was breathless, needy. “Please—”

Ah.

Sotherewas the virgin.

I’d been wondering where he went, beneath all his bluster and confidence.

“You want this?” I asked, fluttering my lashes at him tauntingly as I flexed my tongue into a point and dragged it between the swell of his balls again. The skin was soft, squishy, spongy. It gave beneath the touch, and Henry’s eyes rolled back as he released a gutturaluhhhhhnoise that went straight to my dick.

Lord Henry Rivera.

Reduced touhhhhsandfuuuucksnow that I had my mouth on him.

He should write me a glowing recommendation letter when this was done.

That thought made me sick to my stomach, however, so I forced it aside and returned my attention back to him. Feeling bolstered by his reaction, I pushed his thighs open wider. He tried to snap his legs shut but I huffed out an annoyed breath and caught his gaze.

“What are you—?”

“Trust me,” I urged, more than a little turned on when he relaxed—choosing to, in fact, trust me. God, there was something heady about having a man as powerful and as big as Henry bowing to my will like this.

He spread his legs wider, as I pushed, then held still, muscles taut as he watched me with dark, searching eyes.

The dusky, secret skin behind his balls called to me, and I groaned at the sight of it, leaning down to inhale the musky scent of sex directly from the source. Jesus, he smelled good. Salty and manly, with the hint of something spicy—like cologne. I sucked at the skin behind his balls, humping the air when he howled a little, and shoved me deeper into his taint by the grip he had on my hair.

Sucking, licking, rubbing the slick skin, Henry began to hump my face in earnest. “C’mon.” He urged, clearly done with my teasing. “C’mon—”

“Slow down,” I murmured, sucking a kiss on the underside of his balls where they connected to his taint. “We’ll get there.”

“No.” Henry hissed out an angry breath, and I couldn’t help but glance up at him again, surprised. “No.”

I shrugged, stuck my tongue out again, and slid it all the way down, down, down, to his hole.

“Shit-fuck. Fuck.” Henry hissed, big thighs trembling. I gave his twitchy little entrance one sharp little flick, before pushing, and sliding all the way up his taint, between his balls, then up the root of his cock to the tip. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” The word was so low, and drawn out, it was barely more than a whisper as I pushed the tip of my tongue against his slit and a burst of salt erupted onto it.