Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“—jerk!”
I stop, panting, staring at Kage’s butt. It’s turning a very
satisfying shade of mottled pink. When I glance up at his face,
his eyes are living fire.
“Feel better?”
“No. You didn’t count.”
“Yes, I did. We’re at five. I guess you were preoccupied.”
I let my gaze rake over his body, head to toe. He’s not
straining to hold his arms overhead, but his breathing is rough.
A fine sheen of perspiration has broken out along his brow.
His erection is now rock-hard, jutting out from his hips and
pointing toward the ceiling. A small dot of clear liquid glistens
at the slit in the crown.
I don’t want this to be over so fast. We’re already halfway
to ten.
I reach out and lightly stroke one of his red cheeks. His
cock twitches. He sucks in a quiet breath and stiffens.
Running the tip of my finger over a raised welt on his butt,
I watch in fascination as his cock twitches again, a little pulse
from the base that travels up his rigid shaft and makes the
crown quiver.
That little drop of liquid on top is calling my name.
I murmur, “Don’t move.” Then I dip my fingertip into the
drop and slowly spread it over the crown in a small circle.
Kage obeys me and remains still, but he can’t help the
small shudder of pleasure that goes through him at my touch.
Or the faint moan that leaves his lips.
That sound jolts through me like electricity.
My nipples harden. A surge of heat rushes to my core. The
surprising urge to drop to my knees and suck him off grips me,
but instead, I curl my fingers around his thick shaft and gently
stroke him, tip to base and back again.