16. Echo

16

Echo

" D on't," he whispers, but it sounds like please , and I launch myself into his arms.

His hands come up under my ass as I wrap my legs around him, claiming his mouth and dismantling his protests with my tongue. I want to kiss away the scars of everyone who's come before me and suck their venom from his wounded soul.

What comes later is a problem for another day.

He carries me back to the mat without breaking the kiss, stumbling slightly when his foot hits the edge in the dark. I'd happily go down with him, but he catches himself and sets me back on my feet. I tear my mouth away long enough to strip out of my shirt and go back to devouring him as I start on his buttons.

He doesn't stop me, for once matching my urgency with his own, tugging open my jeans and shoving them down my thighs before palming my eager cock. The night is warm and dark, the nearest neighbor is half a mile away, and Elke…Elke can have my bed. I'm having Byrd here on the mat, and fuck all if I'm sleeping on the couch tonight .

I tear through the last few buttons and push the crisp cotton shirt from his shoulders before dropping my head to suck along his collarbone as I step out of my jeans. He's peeling his own off now, one handed and clumsy, while he continues to stroke my cock. Our knees knock against each other, and my hands fly everywhere, too greedy to be graceful. His hair brushes against my abs and over his shuttling hand as he bends to tug his last foot free, and the silky texture caressing my crown steals the strength from my legs. I fall back onto my ass, pulling him on top of me with a sound halfway between a moan and a laugh.

"Shit," he rasps, raising up on an elbow to take in my face. "Are you okay?" His shirt is tangled between us, still caught on his wrist, and he shifts his weight so I can tug it free.

"Yes. Do that again."

"Fall on you?"

"Your hair." I push at his shoulder. "Use it on my cock."

"Mmm. Like this?"

"Yes. Oh. " I writhe beneath him as he hooks my knee and presses it open, letting his burnished waves fall down over the crease of my thigh and trail along my aching shaft. The whole mess of it pools in my groin, and I lift my head, wishing the moon was up so I could take in the full glory of the visual. Then he rubs the soft stubble of his beard lightly over my balls, and my head falls back with a whimper.

" Fuck , that's insanely hot." I reach for him, and he finds my seeking fingers, lacing them together, palms pressed against my open thigh.

"I can make it even better," he says, and nuzzles deeper, running the flat of his tongue up the seam behind my balls. I jolt against his mouth, and he slides his other arm under my free leg, splaying his hand across my hip to hold me still .

"I like you like this." He peers up at me through the fall of his hair.

"Desperate?" I groan, wrapping my hand around myself and pinching the tip. Precum slicks my fingers, and I bring them to his lips.

"Trapped." He catches one in his teeth and sucks it clean. " Mine ."

Yours .

And even though I've never been the guy who gets off on surrender, my whole body shudders at the thought.

And then he dips his head and proceeds to take me apart.

His tongue is worship and torture—a delicious invasion, sucking and spearing at my entrance until I'm a dripping, defiled mess.

I'm flayed open, inside out. The stars are all around me, behind my eyes and under my skin, and my cock is weeping, but I don't touch it. I want every nerve ending concentrated there , under his mouth, opening to his warm, wet tongue.

"Byrd," I groan. "Are you going to fuck me?"

"Not tonight." He bites into the flesh of my ass, right at the crease below my balls, and a whine escapes me. "No condoms, remember? No lube."

Fuck . I've been stashing the damn things all over his fucking house for weeks. Apparently, I need to start carrying them in my pockets, too.

"Then turn around."

"Why?"

"So I can taste you too."

"Sixty-nine?"

I can sense his amusement, but his voice has dropped that last octave, telling me he likes the idea .

"Not just for straight people," I tease. "Now turn around and feed me your cock."

He ignores my demand, instead crawling up my body to capture my mouth in another dizzying kiss. "Such a greedy boy," he murmurs, rocking his hips against mine.

"Yes," I agree.

I want him everywhere.

I hook my leg around his calf and push at his shoulder. He shifts his weight, letting me roll him over and straddle his waist. His thick erection nestles in the cleft of my ass, where I'm slick with his saliva, and I can't resist sliding back and forth. His tip catches on my rim, and I grind into it, letting it stretch me a little so he sucks in a breath and digs his fingers into my hips.

"Echo," he growls in warning.

I roll my hips one more time, teasing us both, and then relent and flip around to face his beautiful cock.

Leaning down, I wrap my hand around his base and flick my tongue over his slit. I want to take my time, to tease and savor him, but as soon as he feels my lips opening around his blunt head, he thrusts into my mouth, shocking a moan from me. At the same time, he runs his tongue down my length and spreads my ass with his hands.

"How much can you take?" he asks, circling my entrance with a finger. "Can you take my cock and my fingers at the same time?" He presses through the tight ring of muscle, and I rock back into the burn, panting around his shaft as it glides over my tongue. "Do you think I can make you come like this?" Stretching me gently, he works his cock deeper with short, deliberate thrusts. "Filling both your needy holes without ever touching your cock?" Another finger joins the first, and he jacks his hips up, driving himself to the back of my throat .

Holyfuckingshit. At this point, his words alone are almost enough to drive me over the edge, the low gravel of his voice hitting me on a subsonic level. When he adds a third finger and twists, pegging my prostate, my molecules fly apart with the last of my thoughts.

He might have spent his life being emotionally submissive, but I'm starting to suspect there's a sexual dominant lurking behind the filthy talk he gifts me with when he lets his guard down.

I'll take everything he's willing to give.

He brings his knees up, planting his feet, and now I'm clinging to his thighs, choking with every ruthless buck of his hips and writhing into the relentless pump of his fingers. I'm someplace beyond arousal, half gone already, my cock leaking on his chest. The sounds we make together weave an obscene symphony—wet slap and suction, Byrd's harsh grunts, and my own aborted, keening gasps.

Every wave of pleasure rides the edge of pain, and my body thrills to it—to being used by him. To feel him straining at the end of his leash and know that I drove him there.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come," he warns.

Baby . Heat spools through my trembling limbs as his rhythm quickens, and I clench around his fingers to the stutter of my heart.

He sinks his teeth into my inner thigh, pulsing on my tongue, and coats my ravaged throat with his release. I swallow every drop, and when his sweat-slick chest arches up against my deprived, delirious cock and his fingers curl cruelly inside me one last time, lightning bursts along my spine.

My head snaps back, releasing him with a scrape of teeth before I bite down and everything goes electric, a white storm exploding from my center to crash against the confines of my skin.

When I regain my boneless body, I'm lying on my back, and the moon is rising over the trees. Byrd is stretched out beside me, head propped on one curled bicep, fingers tracing lightly over my hip.

"Are you okay?" I ask, stupidly, and then burst out laughing. He winces at the hoarse sound.

"I think that's my line," he says ruefully.

"I'm good." Understatement . I'm completely, fabulously wrecked. I'm planning to sleep naked on the mat for a week. I drag my hand up to touch a tangled lock falling over his eyes. "I really like your hair."

He laughs softly, leaning in.

"You're fucking perfect," he whispers, sweet against my lips.

"I—" My breath catches. My heart is on the tip of my tongue, his for the taking, and he swallows it whole.