Page 107 of Starborn Husbands

“Suck like your life fucking depends on it, Starchild.”

I knew then and there he was a huge fucking dick, but he had a nice fucking dick, and I was drooling for it. I was into everything about it and him. The roughness, the brusque words, him bossing me around. At the time, I was all about “no serious relationships” and nothing says “fun times only” like someone ordering you to their knees and shoving their cock in your face.

“That’s it, slut. You’re nothing but a sleeve for my cock, understand?”

Oh, I understood, and like the eager slut I was, I nodded as I slurped. Sharp pain cracked across my face, leaving a glowing handprint. I ate that shit up. My heart raced so fast, and I spent the whole time wondering if he’d kill me after. It wasn’t that I wanted to die, I’ve always been willing to go out with a blaze of glory. Sucking his angel cock seemed like a way to do that.

His cum wasn’t even sour, it was hot sweetness on my tongue. It was like getting a small spoonful of the best chocolate cake in the galaxy, and it only made me crave more of him. In a daze, I let him tug me off the ground. I don’t know what I expected. I didn’t even want romance.

Cupping my cheek, he slapped it gently, awakening the sting of his handprint there. “That needs work, Orion, or I’ll beat you next time.”

Holy fuck. How do you turn Treyu Orion on to the absolute max? Say scary shit. I’ve always had a proclivity for danger kink, with no one to give it to me because I’ve been in my father’s army since I was a youngling starlet. It’s hard to scare me.

But the war angel knew what he was doing.

I was also still me. “What the fuck? I have supreme dick-sucking skills. Maybe I don’t need to waste them on you again.”

He cupped the rock-hard appendage between my legs, and I was ready to get on my knees again for him. “Don’t you want me to make you cum, pretty boy?”

I nodded, scared to move. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted that hand to slide down my pants.

“Then go out there and practice and maybe I’ll play with you next time. If you want that, you can earn it, or I can beat you. I don’t care which.”

He smiled, and he was so damn stunning when he smiled, it was hard to remember how much of an asshole he was. I was such a sucker for that smile. It was my doom.

“Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” he said. “Be my good boy?”

“Y-Ye-Yeah. I can fucking do that,” I said.

I became a cock connoisseur. I sucked so much dick. I didn’t even know when he’d be back or if he really would be. I was going to become the sommelier of penis and know how to suck dick of every shape and size. I’d be able to tell you the vintage and the varietal by mouth feel alone.

He came back, all right, and I blew him away, literally and figuratively. Things progressed quickly and were way wrong. Even I—Mister Non-Commitment—knew we weren’t building something beautiful. Our early interactions gained steam from lust, mistrust, jealousy, and anger.

But man, the sex was so good.

“Look at you, Treyu. Such a fucking slut for my cock,” he’d say as I writhed on his fingers, begging him to stick his dick in me instead.

“Just put it in.”

“Say please.”

“God, you’re an ass. Please, put your juicy dick inside me.”

He’d smile and oblige me because he was as addicted to me as I was to him. We didn’t care where we were, we had to have each other. I was shameless, and he hoped people watched him take me, so they knew I was his.

But that’s all we knew—that we belonged to each other’s dicks. Neither of us was willing to admit we had real feelings for each other until he extended our sex games into Nebuli-grade relationship conduct. He claims it was me, but I know it was him. We were at his place, a long dome-shaped home in the Ethers by the water that his father had given him since he was doing a lot more business in the Pleiades.

“What would you say if I asked you to move in and we practiced the whole Head of House and Taken in hand thing?”

I did a double take. Was he for real? We so weren’t that couple. We weren’t even a couple. We didn’t even go on dates. Just fucked and ate whatever food we could get our hands on so that we could fuck some more.

“I don’t want to get married.”

“Did I say anything about marriage?”

“What you’re ‘proposing’ is a commitment, Merrick. You already punish me and give me consequences.”

“This whole thing with us is too complicated. I’d like to uncomplicate it.”