Page 79 of Witchblood

“I’d call you scrappy, not scrawny, but whatever.” Liam dove back down to tease the other nipple. I closed my eyes and let the sensations run through me. Odd. Not unpleasant. Not Earth-shattering, but enjoyable. More the heat and teasing than anything else. “It’s a start,” Liam promised me. “Keep your eyes closed and just feel. Let your body react the way it will.”

“Okay.” I felt really awkward, like I should be doing something. Not that I had any idea what he meant, but I complied, letting myself be putty in his hands. He caressed my hips, a gentle glide back and forth, almost the barest of touches. Not quite enough to tickle, but close. He licked down my torso with the same slow descent. Tracing a wet line through my belly-button and then little nibbles over my hip bones.

“I think a tattoo would look nice here,” he said. He used the flat of his tongue to trace a line at the top of my underwear. Then grabbed the sides with his fingers and pulled them down. I opened my eyes to watch as he stripped them off me, depositing them on the side of the bed. I was only half hard, which didn’t seem to bother him.

“Underwear tattoo would not be sexy,” I informed him.

“Not underwear,” he insisted. He used his hands to cup my hips. “A little design on each side, framing the sweetness to come.”

“Cheesy,” I said.

“Hmm, a treat for only my eyes,” Liam said, his mouth finding my skin again. He didn’t go near my dick, just licked along the crease of my thighs and kissed the back of one knee. “You trust me, right?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Funny how fast that answer was. No trace of doubt. Not right now.

“Then close your eyes and feel. I know you’re uncomfortable with touch. Too long deprived of it, I think. But that’s okay. We’re in this together. Just lie back and feel.”

I shut my eyes and tried not to let my mind wander. Liam’s kisses traveled down my right leg, all the way to my toes and back up. Just little kisses, nips of his teeth and occasional licks. It was relaxing more than sexual, but Liam didn’t protest my feelings. He switched to the other leg and did the same thing, lingering a little while on my inner thigh, sucking on the vein there maybe. It felt good, a warmth that traveled up my leg to harden my cock. I didn’t realize he’d shifted my legs around until his lips landed on the back of my thigh, right before my butt.

“Mmm.” I mumbled at him.

“Feel,” Liam said against my skin. His hot breath making me hard as it slid over my balls like a warm caress. “Just like that.” He kissed each butt cheek, licked along the curve and rested his head on the joint between my hip and leg for a moment. I was tempted to look, but reminded myself he wanted me to feel. Instead I relaxed again, focusing on the sensations. His hair on my thigh, his breath against my skin, dancing in tiny waves across the base of me, and even a bit of tickle over my hole. Was I that exposed? There was a brief moment of panic, but Liam ran his hand down the opposite thigh, soft, slow. A drag of texture around my knee and back up.

It focused me enough to push back the panic. Liam found a rhythm with that caress, down around, and back up, almost like he was stroking my cock instead of my thigh. I sucked in a deep breath when his lips found that vein again, nibbling, suckling, and kissing along the length.

The butterfly kiss on my dick where my balls met the shaft almost had me spurting all over him. My legs trembled a little. It was only the barest touch. He kissed the side of my sack, then the other, before sucking the whole thing into his mouth, swallowing it in warmth.

“Holy fuck!” I said, unable to keep my eyes shut. He looked good there, nestled between my legs, my balls in his mouth, my cock sticking up in his face. I had a dick like most men. Average. Though with so much of Liam’s pale skin nearby, I looked very dark in contrast. He released them and gave a long swipe up the length.

“Last time we were in bed,” he said, “I got the impression no one’s ever done this for you.” Had I said something? I didn’t recall ever telling him. But he was in my head. “Nothing to be ashamed of. I like being your first for this.” Another long lick left me shuddering as he rolled the head of my cock between his lips for a moment, teasing me. That felt good, beyond good. Hot. Teasing. Fire building. “Showing you how it can be.”

Liam licked around my shaft, base to tip for a few seconds before taking me down the back of his throat. I almost came out of my skin. The heat and suction. The sensation of his tongue, the tightening of his throat as he swallowed around me. It was a slow wet sound. Reminiscent of porn, only so much better because it was Liam wrapped around me, cradling me, and encasing me in his wet heat. I vaguely wondered if this was what it was like to fuck someone. The heat, the pressure, the slow glide in and out.

I could have moved, thrust against him to quicken the pace, but I didn’t want to miss a second or speed up my release. Would I get to experience this again soon? Or was this just a onetime thing?

Despite the trembling of my body, my mind kept rolling off on tangents of worry. Liam pulled off with one final hard suck and I whimpered. “Sorry,” I said. “Sorry.”

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for a reprimand, but it never came. Instead the odd texture of Liam’s nose nuzzled into my balls, followed by nibbles and teasing. He sucked my balls in and out of his mouth a few times, his hand finally wrapping around my cock. The slow glide of his fist almost painful. My body wanted release, even if my head was wandering another planet.

Liam lifted my sack, attacking the underneath with his lips and tongue, pressing his nose into the sensitive flesh. I trembled. Some of the scattering thoughts vanished. His kisses moved further south, just on the edge…

He wouldn’t? Would he? The first lick around my rim nearly sent me off the bed. Liam’s arm locked around my hips. “Shh,” he whispered, heat into the cooling spit he’d left covering my taint and rolling over my hole. “Doesn’t hurt.”

No, it didn’t hurt. It was like nothing I’d ever imagined before. Who’d have thought an asshole was that sensitive? I was sure there was a funny pun I could have made there, but Liam’s lips returned to my hole. Tiny licks at first. My legs shook like something I’d only seen in an exorcist movie. It was the need to come, of just being on the edge. I swallowed hard and almost choked on my own spit.

“Liam…”

“Hmm,” He said into my skin. Tongue, broad and wide, lapping at my entrance like I was some new flavor of fast melting ice cream.

“Fuck.”

Liam chuckled. The vibration nearly undid me. I reached down not sure where he was, afraid to open my eyes for fear it a dream, and found his hair. I set my fingers in it, taking a moment to focus on the thickness and texture. It was barely enough to keep me from exploding into a pile of come and metaphysical goo.

“Liam. Get naked so I can do you before I come.”

“Hmm,” was all he gave me again, seeming uninterested in his own pleasure. He flicked at my hole a few more times before gliding upward again, nibbling at my taint, a pressure I never thought so good, and taking my cock into his mouth again.

“Liam…” But I was at a loss for what to say. His heat and suction were beyond what I could imagine. He let his fingers caress my sack while he sucked and then there was a digit teasing at my entrance. Almost as decadent as the tongue, I gripped his hair and pulled, hoping to dislodge him. But he dipped that little finger inside, curled a little, hitting something already begging for touch, and my world exploded.