Page 56 of Toxic

I nod beneath him, silent and expectant, aching for his touch. At my answer, his eyes flutter closed. Careful of my arm, he helps me out of my shirt, and his eyes feast on my bared flesh.He meets my gaze as he drops to pepper my skin with soft, slow kisses. I grip his hair with one of my hands and arch into histouch.

“You want me to stop?” he says against my throat. “You want toleave?”

I open my mouth, and he fills it with his tongue instead of allowing me to answer. I forget what I was going to say and suck him deeperinside.

His hands find my pants, and he jerkily undoes the button and rips the zipper down. Fingers dip beneath my waistband and tease me, pulling a cry from my lips and my head back into thepillows.

Deprived of my mouth, he goes to my ear and suckles the sensitive spot there. I can no more help my response to him than I can stop the sun from rising. My gasp of pleasure fills the room as my pussy pulses with heat and my breasts grow heavy and my nipples tighten into hard points. Gracin growls his approval as I grow wet between my thighs. He lingers there, his fingers maddeningly efficient as they toy circles around my clit. I give a little whimper as he flirts around the part of me aching to be filledthemost.

“Don’t stop,” I say when I remember how to speak. “Please, Gracin.Pleasestay.”

At his name, he withdraws his hand, and I squeak out a protest and shoot into a sitting position. When I realize he’s only getting to his feet to undress, I quiet and lie back fortheshow.

God, he has an amazing body. It’s unreal. And for now, it’s all mine. As he unbuttons his shirt, I drink my fill, my eyes feasting on each bared inch of skin until there’s a gap in the center of the material. He stops then to untie his boots and kick them off. They land somewhere under the bed with heavythuds.

Unwilling to be a casual observer any longer, I get to my knees and scoot toward him, lifting my hands and resting them on his shoulders. He stills underneath my touch, like a lion allowing a human to pet it. My eyes glued to the action, I slip the shirt off his shoulders and bare his chest tomyview.

“I can’t believe you got piercings,” I say incredulously. Unable to keep my hands away from him, I lift them to touch the twin metal hoops and then rethink it, splaying them on his abs instead. “Do theystillhurt?”

“I had them before,” he replies jerkily. “I got them put back in after Blackthorne, and yes, they do still hurt. It’ll be another couple of months before they healcompletely.”

“Oh,” I say, my responsebreathy.

“If that intimidates you, you’re going to be in for a real surprise in a fewminutes.”

I don’t comprehend his meaning since he isn’t piercedanywhereelse. . .

I swallow thickly, my imagination running wild as my eyes drop to his growingerection.

“Oh,” I repeat and choke down my anticipation andexcitement.

He draws my hands down to his pants, which he’d unbuttoned at some point. My mouth waters as I move until my legs are dangling off the bed and drag his jeans over his hips and down his thighs. He helps me get them off the rest of the way, and then I focus on the thick length of his cock underneath the black boxer briefs. There’s a patch near the tip that’s darker than the rest, and I bring my mouth to it, needing to taste him, even if it’s through a barrier of cotton. As I trace the line of his dick, I glance up to find those hungry eyes burning withintensity.

He wasn’t lying about the surprise. Even with a layer of cotton separating us, I can feel the hard knot at the top of his cock that must be another piercing. With the scent of him, hot and musky, filling my nose, I lift my hands to his hips and drag his briefs down, baring him to my eyes for thefirsttime.

The sight causes my mouth to water, and I take him in both hands to explore. I’ve never seen a more beautiful dick in my whole life. And there isn’t another way to describe it. He’s perfect, thick and long, flushed with color. The head glistens with a drop of pre-cum, and just behind it is the piercing. It’s situated vertically and canted slightly forward. There are two beads, one larger at the top and another, slightly smaller on the bottom. I imagine it inside me, and I have to squeeze my thighs together as I bring him to my lips totaste.

Not expecting it, his hands fly to my hair. “Jesus Christ,” is all he can get out before my tongue licks away hisarousal.

I take him into my mouth and moan as his flavor bathes my tongue. Needing more, wanting to drive him as mindless as he’d driven me all these weeks, I take him as deep as I can. The barbell takes some getting used to, but soon, I catch my rhythm and focus more on how he reacts to everything than the feeling of the barbell against the roof of mymouth.

His hands in my hair guide me until they fist and force me to stop. I release him, and he drags me to my feet to take my mouth with his. His cock sandwiched between us, I arch as high as I can get, but he’s too tall for me. I’m gasping by the time he relinquishes mymouth.

“Lie back,” he says, sending shiversthroughme.

I do as he says, and he helps me out of my jeans and panties as I unclasp my bra and throw it to the floor. His gaze roams over me, and his teeth run over his bottom lip until he says, “Spread your legs,” in a voice so commanding, I can’t helpbutobey.

I hook them on the edge of the bed, and he places his hands on my knees as he gets to his own in front of me. When I feel his breath against my folds, I throw my head back in abandon. His huge hands grip my hips and he scoots me closer to the edge before tilting me up to meet hismouth.

If I thought he was good at kissing, he’s infinitely more talented at licking pussy. I think I call out, I think I moan, I don’t even know because I experience everything through a white haze ofsensation.

OhmyGod.

I don’t know if I’m a bad person for enjoying this. I certainly can’t be a good one. Morality and right and wrong seem far less important when he torments me with long strokes from histongue.

The room fills with the wet, sloppy sounds of the thorough tongue-fucking he gives me, and I only want more, crave more, need more. His mouth comes back to my clit, and I rock my hips against each flick of his tongue. I’m unabashed, unashamed, and unfettered. I didn’t realize how much I needed this until the orgasm hovers just beneath the surface. As plaintive cries escape my throat, he increases the intensity until I’m either certain I’m going pass out from its potency or succumbtoit.

I reach a fever pitch and then he slides two fingers inside the source of my wetness, and it completely redefines what it means to feel pleasure. He wraps one hand around my thigh to reach the folds of my pussy. Without pausing, he spreads them apart and fastens his lips over my clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out. The combination of his mouth and his touch and the promise of his cock prove to be too much, and I clutch around him with a soundlessscream.