Page 22 of My Craving

“Fuck, boy. I’m going to come deep in your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop I give you.”

His moan vibrates around my cock, and the last of my control goes with it. I hold him where I want him as I come, feeling his throat work around me while he swallows everything I give him.

Nash keeps going after the last pulse passes, easing back to run his tongue over the head before slowly sliding his mouth along my softening cock. By the time he finally releases me, his eyes are closed, and he looks entirely too fucking pleased with himself.

“Stand up.”

Nash releases me and gets to his feet, his lips swollen and wet. I catch him around the waist and pull him onto my lap, settling his back against my chest with his head near my shoulder. My hand moves over his chest until I find one of the silver hoops through his nipples and roll it between my fingers.

He arches into the touch as my other hand slides lower, rubbing over the lace stretched across his hard cock. Even after coming down his throat, my dick twitches where it’s pressed against him.

“You were such a good, obedient boy. Maith an buachaill.” I bring my mouth close to his ear. “You’re going to come for me.”

I hook my thumb beneath the red lace and pull it down, freeing his cock before tucking the material beneath his balls. Then I cup his chin and turn his face toward mine.

“Spit.”

Nash does it without hesitation. I catch it in my palm and wrap my hand around his cock. This is the first time I’ve touched another man like this, but a cock is a cock, and I have experience with my own.

I tighten my grip and work my hand over him while speaking Irish against his ear, letting him hear exactly what I think of him even if he can’t understand a fucking word of it. Nash reaches behind me and grips the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my hair as I increase the pace.

I drag my mouth along the side of his neck while my other hand stays on his chest, rolling one of the silver hoops between my fingers before giving it a sharp tug. Nash arches against me with a broken moan, his ass shifting over my lap as he fucks my fist harder.

“That’s it, boy. Take what you need.”

“Daddy, I’m going to come. Fuck!”

“Come for me, boy.”

Nash’s grip tightens on the back of my neck as his body bows against mine. His hips jerk into my fist, and I keep stroking him through it, feeling every pulse of his cock as warm come spills over my fingers.

“Good boy.” I slow my hand but don’t stop until the last shudder moves through him.

Nash collapses against my chest, breathing hard while I look at the come coating my fingers. I’ve never tasted another man’s release. I’ve also never had Nash naked and thoroughly satisfied in my arms while he watches to see what I’ll do with his.

I bring my fingers to my mouth and drag my tongue over them. Nash goes completely still against me. His attention stays fixed on my mouth as I taste him again, salty with a faint sweetness. The hunger in his expression makes me take my time cleaning the rest from my fingers.

Nash spins in my lap and straddles me so quickly I barely have time to get my hands around his waist before his mouth is on mine. His arms lock around my neck, and he licks into my mouth without hesitation, tasting himself from my tongue. I pull him tighter against me and kiss him back just as hard, one hand sliding up his bare back while the other grips his ass.

Liom. Mine. The word takes hold as I remember another man’s hands on him downstairs.

I break the kiss and grip his chin, keeping him close enough that his swollen lips brush mine when I speak. “Is liom thú. You’re mine. Do you understand?”

His smirk returns. “Since you repeated it in English, I understand.” He shifts against my lap before adding, “Daddy.”

“Come home with me.”

I kiss him again before letting him off my lap, but Nash shakes his head as he reaches for his clothes.

“Not happening.”

I watch him pull on his shirt. I’m accustomed to people doing what I tell them, especially when I phrase something as an instruction rather than a request, but Nash has apparently recovered from calling me Daddy quickly enough to remind me exactly who I’m dealing with. “Why not?”

“Because this was tonight.” He gestures between us before reaching for his jeans. “I came here to have an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced and play with a Daddy. Thanks for both, by the way. Ten out of ten. Would recommend.”

The lace disappears beneath his jeans as he pulls them up, and I realize he genuinely thinks that’s all this was.

I stare at him. He actually believes that. After everything I told him before we came into this room, he still thinks I followed him into a kink club because I was curious about fucking a man.