Chapter 33

33

LINCOLN

M y side is burning in pain, screaming at me to lie back and relax, but with Asher Donovan on his knees for me, with my cum still staining his tongue, I feel anything but relaxed. Every cell in my body is burning with need and passion, with the desperation to give him the same pleasure he just gave me. The thought of him sucking me off, of being the first cock that has ever painted his pretty little throat, has me aching to fuck him, but after how well he just took me, he deserves a reward.

"My turn," Ash scoffs, his voice hoarse from taking me so roughly, and fuck does it sound good. "You're not exactly in a position to get on your knees for me, Blackwell," he purrs, rising to his feet and glaring down at me, and for once my last name doesn't sound like a curse.

I can't help but smile, taking in his lean form as he towers over me, so powerful and regal. "Who said anything about getting on my knees?" I ask, shifting myself and ignoring the agony that shoots through me, as I position myself until my head can rest off the end of the bed, and then I look up at him and wink.

"What are you doing?" He asks, sligh tly confused, but I ignore him, reaching my hands up and gripping his hips until I can pull him in close enough. Then I start to tug on his gray sweatpants, making a mental note to tell him that he should only ever walk around shirtless in these, because he looks so fucking good. "Lincoln," he warns carefully, as his cock springs free, and fuck, I can't wait to taste him.

"Do you know I love it when you say my name like that?" I ask, not sure if he has ever noticed. "It's always filled with warning, yet I don't think you realize, it's filled with yearning too." His ocean eyes burn into me, as I grip his cock and stroke it firmly up and down, my thumb following the thick vein along the underside, making him gasp. "Now be a good boy and fuck my throat, Dark Prince."

His eyes widen at my demand, but I guide him towards my waiting tongue, lapping at the head of his cock to ease some of his tension. Then I see him looking around between him and the bed, before he places his hands on either side of my head and leans forward slightly, pushing his cock between my lips.

"Like this?" He questions with a gasp, and I nod, sucking on him eagerly, and delighting in the weight and taste of him against my tongue.

Fuck, who knew the devil himself would taste so fucking sweet.

His movements are hesitant at first, slow and unsure, as he assesses the angle of my mouth, but when my hands tighten on his hips, guiding him a little, he rolls his hips toward my mouth. Ignoring the shooting pain up my left side, I suck on him hungrily, pulling his groin back and forth on my tongue, until I am drawing gritted pants through his teeth.

"Fucking hell, Lincoln," he moans, my name sending a thrill through my entire body, forcing me to take him deeper, yet still I feel him holding back.

I guide his cock across my tongue, hitti ng my throat before pulling all the way back, and letting him fall from my mouth with a wet plop. "Do you think I can't handle you, Dark Prince?" I ask, licking him from tip to root, and using one of my hands to massage his balls. "Do you think your last name and the power it holds intimidates me? I know your brand of blackness, I am it, so hear me when I say, fuck my throat and don't hold back, I can take it."

His eyes are shimmering with power and desperation, and I know I've got him, because when he guides his cock back into my mouth, it's with a shove. "Remember, you asked for it," he muses cockily, before snapping his hips roughly, forcing me to choke on his long length.

Then he is fucking my mouth, ramming his cock to the back of my throat over and over, until I am gagging and spluttering around him, and still I crave more. My hands bite into his hips, begging for him to go faster, to erase the longing and pining and show me who he belongs to, and he doesn't disappoint. There is unrestrained power and force in every snap of his hips, that make me all too aware there is a Donovan claiming me.

"Fuck, Linc," he grits out, fucking my face in the most delicious manner ever, as my right hand slides down to his ass, and grabs it roughly, squeezing it tight. My fingers brush against his hole, and the sound he makes causes a visceral reaction throughout my body. "Oh god," he cries, as my fingers explore, massaging him gently, and fantasizing about being the one to take him there. "I'm going to come," he calls out, and all I do is press my fingers down harder, and suck him deeper, encouraging him to let go, and he does.

He comes on a choked moan, jetting his cum down my throat with quick snaps of his hips, until I have wrung every last drop from his cock, and he is panting to catch his breath. When his length falls from my mouth, I lick my lips, cleaning up the escaped spit and salty essence of him, and just as I am about to praise him on a job well done, another familiar voice beats me to it.

"Well, that was the best fucking porn I've ever seen," Logan drawls, and my gaze snaps to where he leans across the doorframe.

There is a fiery look in his eye, as Asher pulls himself from my mouth and I feel some of his cum spill onto my lips, but Logan just smirks, not seeming pissed off in the slightest, but I'm sure that's about to change.