The sight was obscene: my own legs pushed wide, his strong hands pinning my thighs open, his mouth working like he was starving and I was the only thing that could feed him. Perfect. Filthy. Devastating.
He must have felt my gaze because he lifted his eyes, slow, deliberate, eting mine while his tongue never stopped circling. The eye contact was a gut-punch. I saw myself reflected in that dark stare: wrecked, flushed, mouth open on a silent sob, tears clinging to my lashes, cock still twitching against my stomach even after coming.
I looked like a man who had already surrendered everything and was still begging for more. Too much. The visual slamd into the physical sensation like a second wave.
I couldn’t hold his gaze.
My head slamd back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as a fresh, broken moan tore out of . My hands flew down to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, trying to push him away.
"Too much—" The words ca out slurred, frantic. "I can’t—I can’t—"
Cassian didn’t budge. Not even a little. If anything, he went deeper. His tongue pressed harder, the tip breaching again, sliding inside, fucking in and out in shallow, relentless thrusts.
The wet heat of it, the obscene stretch, the slick slide... it was too intimate, too invasive, too fucking good.
He pulled back just far enough to speak, lips brushing my rim, voice rough and wrecked. "Can’t handle it?"
Before I could answer, before I could even draw breath, he dove back in, hands sliding under my ass, lifting slightly, changing the angle so his tongue could push even deeper. "Oh my god, " The words dissolved into a whine. "You can’t, that’s, "
I couldn’t finish a sentence. Too embarrassed. Too overwheld. My own dick was leaking like a broken pipe, practically pouring now, thick beads of pre-cum rolling down the shaft, coating Cassian’s fingers as he stroked in ti with his tongue.
My body was betraying so thoroughly it felt like treason. And then he started fucking with his tongue In earnest. In and out. Slow at first, then faster, deeper, curling just enough to drag against every nerve inside .
Obscene. Perfect. The wet sounds filled the room, filthy, unmistakable, and I couldn’t stop the moans, couldn’t stop my hips from rocking back onto his face, chasing more even as I begged him to stop.
The intensity ramped up, Cassian not letting up, if anything going harder, his tongue pushing deeper, hands gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise. The build ca fast, pressure coiling low in my stomach, spreading hot through my limbs until I was right there,
"Cassian, I’m, " The warning ca out choked, desperate.
I ca hard, moaning uncontrollably, my body shaking as release crashed through . Cassian worked through every pulse, his mouth and hand relentless, drawing it out until I was whimpering, oversensitive and spent.
But he didn’t stop. As I barely recovered, gasping for air, he pulled back just enough, but not to end it.
His finger pushed inside where his tongue had been, slick and easy from the wetness, and I whimpered, my oversensitive body jolting.
His mouth moved to my balls, sucking one into the heat of his mouth, then the other, rolling his tongue over the sensitive skin while his finger crooked inside .
My hands flew to his hair, gripping, not sure if I was pulling him closer or pushing him away, the pleasure overwhelming every rational thought.
The pleasure overwheld so much that I started talking nonsense, words tumbling out without filter: "Please, I can’t, too much, don’t stop, " Contradicting myself completely, lost in the haze, the threat to my sanity real as the pleasure built again, too intense, too constant, breaking down until I was nothing but need.
The addition ca without warning, a second finger pushing in beside the first, stretching more, the burn mingling with pleasure as I gasped.
Then they curled, finding my prostate imdiately, Cassian knew exactly where, rubbing with firm pressure that made stars explode behind my eyes.
I cried out, literally cried out, my back arching off the bed despite the pillow, body seizing. Cassian’s other hand pressed down on my stomach, holding in place.
A third finger joined, the stretch burning slightly but so good, so overwhelmingly good.
"Listen to yourself," Cassian said, pumping his fingers steadily, his voice rough with desire. "The sounds you’re making. Desperate."
I couldn’t deny it, couldn’t even form words to try. It was all true, every humiliating inch of it.
The build ca faster this ti, my already sensitive body hurtling toward the edge. Cassian relentless, fingers curling harder, mouth back on my skin, and I shattered again, coming with less volu but just as intensely, body shaking as release ripped through .
I went limp, completely spent, unable to move, chest heaving with ragged breaths, sweat-slicked skin cooling in the air. The sound of movent registered dimly, Cassian shifting, and then sothing cold dripped down to my hole. Lube. Oh.
Forcing myself to look, I lifted my head, seeing Cassian, his dick fully hard, huge and intimidating, hovering over my entrance, lube dripping from the tip, mixing with his own precum in an obscene, glistening trail.
The lewd sight hit hard, shyness flooding back despite everything we’d just done, my face heating as I looked away, unable to hold his gaze.
Cassian noticed, amusent threading his voice. "Shy now? After all that?"
His hands slid under my thighs with effortless strength, fingers digging into the soft flesh just below my ass as he lifted clean off the mattress.
My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back, arms circling his neck to cling like I might fall apart if I let go.
The position forced my hole to spread wider against the blunt pressure of his cock, still slick with lube and the cum he’d already pumped into earlier.
His large palms cupped my ass firmly, thumbs spreading my cheeks apart just enough that I felt the cool air kiss my twitching, overworked rim before the thick head of him nudged right back against it.
He carried across the room like I weighed nothing, every step jostling his cock against my entrance until I was whimpering into his shoulder.
My back hit the wall with a dull thud, cold marble against sweat-damp skin, and then his body was there, hot and unyielding, pinning in place.
Face to face now, no escape, nowhere to look but the dark, blown-out blue of his eyes and the faint smirk curling one corner of his mouth.
He leaned in slow, deliberate, and I t him halfway, crashing our lips together again because I couldn’t stand another second without his lips on mine.
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