Page 50 of Starborn Husbands

He rocks back for more.

Crack!My open palm meets his greedy ass. “No. You take what I give you, don’t you, baby?”

“Fuck. Yes, sir.”

Just for that, I let the flat of my tongue lick up the crease, curling the tip under to tickle his taint. Taunt him.

“Fuck. Fuck, Atlan—Sir. Gods. Please!” Desperation bleeds from every word, and his body strains with the effort of keeping still like a good boy.

I keep licking and tasting and pull his throbbing cock backward through his legs to the tune of Gem’s forlorn whimpers. I drench it in his own slick and pump it at an agonizing pace. His aroused cries fill the room until I can’t take it anymore.

My original plan was to pound into him from behind, but I want to see his face. Sliding my hand under, I use a quick combat maneuver to flip him easily. He slams onto his back, red hair flying. Just as briskly, I slam into him.

And sigh.

My bare cock seated in his warm, wet hole is me coming home. I take another breath and we sigh together—Gem feels it too. This is how we’re meant to be. Him on the end of my dick.

Keeping my bicep wedged against the back of his muscular thigh, I pull back and rock into him again. His other leg hangs off the end of the bed, he’s nice and open for me.

“Gods, oh Gods, Gem.” He’s so wet. So tight. His ass clamps around my dick. That combined with watching pleasure play out on his gorgeous face sends me.

Gem continues to milk my cock. Fucking hell. I don’t have him, he has me. I’m captured, body and soul.

My balls tighten, and ecstasy explodes out of my cock. I grab his dick and beat him off too fast, but I want him to cum with me. Every strained line of his body says he’s close.

“Cum with me, Gemini. Cum, baby.”

He freezes mid-cry and then moans long and tortured. “Fill me. Make me all dirty with you.”

Hot cum spills onto his stomach, and I get to watch all the little flutters of his eyes, the way his ribcage rises and falls, how desperately he tries to grab for more of my cock with his ass. All of it melds together, enhancing every rub against my blunt cock. My body trembles with little aftershocks. I pull out of him so I can admire my cum dripping down his ass crease and onto the bed.

Fuck, that was all sex. I didn’t even kiss him. Gotta change that. I pounce, arousal charging through me. My lips attach to his plush ones, and the tang of copper hits my tastebuds.Damn, Gem.He bit right through his lip. I lick it all up and mix our saliva together, owning his mouth the way I did his body.

He submits freely this time, letting me take him. Trying to mold his body with mine.

“I love you so damn much, Gem.” My voice trembles. Wetness drips onto his sharp-angled cheekbones. And I glow. I can finally glow so brightly for him.

His fingers dust over my sunstar, shining proudly from the right side of my neck. “I love you too, my tender barbarian.”

* * *

I love taking Gem apart, but I like putting him back together too. I brush his long red hair until it’s silk, and then I tie his hair into a ponytail with a leather thong, adding a blue ribbon and a silver clip. I leave a few long pieces out so that they frame his pretty face on the right side. My fingers aren’t clumsy, but they feel that way when I do gentle stuff like this. I always use too much force. A job like this requires delicate handling.

He clears his throat. “I’m not sure this is appropriate anymore,” he says. “If we’re going to be married, I want to look after you like this.”

Gem usually shaves my head. A few times I was stuck having Treyu do it. He hacked my scalp to shit.

“You do, and you will,” I say, finishing up by tying a bow I’ve perfected since I began doing this. “Don’t I say what goes? I’m doing this. I like doing this.”

Gem smiles. His glow brightens the room.

“There, now pass me my jacket, we have a mission.” He helps me into my hooded jacket. It’s a standard-issue Guardian jacket. Long, with a wide-lapelled collar. Can’t wear my jeans. They’re illegal in the Nebuli because they don’t produce them, but I’m illegal anyway, so I elected to keep them.

His jaw tightens. He doesn’t want me to do this, but he refuses to show a lack of faith in me. He doesn’t need to worry.

“I’ve done shit like this a million times, Gem.”

“I know, baby.” He’s biting his swollen lip, but this time it’s with worry.