“All of it feels good, sweetheart,” his breath coming in sharp pants.
“But I want you to tell me what you want.” I lick him again, gazing up to meet his eyes. “Please.”
Mathiras makes another pained sound in his throat and his hand tightens in my hair. “Suck on the tip,” he commands, his voice that deep, smoky tone again. “Take it in your mouth and suck.”
I wriggle atop his tail, letting it tickle all the deep spots that feel so good, and I do as he tells me. Gripping him at the base, I guide the head to my mouth and take it on my tongue, then close my lips around him.
“Just like that, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Look at how gorgeous you are, feeding my cock into that soft mouth of yours.”
The piercing clicks against my teeth and I open my mouth a little wider so it can hit the roof of my mouth instead. This way, I can take him a little deeper. I rub my tongue against the underside and gaze up at him again. He’s utterly entranced at the sight of me, his eyes hazy with lust, and I decide I love doing this. I love rubbing against his tail, I love having his cock in my mouth, and I love kneeling in front of him while he gazes down at me with such joy in his eyes.
I’m absolutely addicted to Mathiras.
His tail twitches hard, making me gasp around his cock. Matty’s breath hitches, and his fingers flex in my hair. “You want me to make you come while you’re sucking on me?”
I try to nod, but my mouth is full of him and all I can do is suck on the head and clench my thighs in response. I want that. I want that so much. My mouth is open so wide around him that I’m pretty sure I’m drooling around him but he doesn’t seem to care. He never looks away as I work him with my mouth, trying to suck on the enormous head parked on my tongue.
“Don’t take me any deeper. I don’t want to get the piercing caught in your throat.” His fingers move lightly over my cheek and earlobe, and then graze the spot behind my ear that he always kisses.
I gasp around his cock, my pussy clenching.
“Just like that,” he whispers. “Squeeze the base of my cock while you suck on the head, Helen, and I’ll make you feel good.”
Whimpering, I do as he says, sucking and licking as I squeeze his shaft. His hand covers mine and he shows me how rough he wants it, and all the while, he’s in my mouth, filling me with hints of salt and musky promise, and so big that my eyes water. His tail jerks and twitches against my cleft, rippling against the teasing spots there, but it’s not until he touches behind my ear again that I start to get close to my newest release. Moaning, I work him with new enthusiasm, my hips moving against his tail and rubbing him as I stroke him harder.
“Good girl,” Mathiras rasps. “My perfect, clever Helen. You’re riding me so good, aren’t you?” His hand tightens on mine as I stroke him and to my surprise, he pulls out of my mouth. I whine again, but he only traces the wet head against my mouth, and I chase him with my lips and tongue, trying to get him to come back. “You want my release, love? You want it in your mouth or on your face?”
I’m panting, bucking against his tail and so close I could scream. “I want what you want,” I tell him eagerly. “Please, Matty. I want to see you come.” I want him in every way possible. I don’t care where or how, I just want him.
He groans and puts the tip back between my lips, his hand tight and his face full of concentration, his mouth a hard, firm line that just makes me even more excited. I touch my tongue to the end of his cock and then everything happens at once. His breath huffs—hard—and then my mouth floods with his release, hot and sudden. I try to swallow it, but it gets all over my chin and mouth instead, and I make a sound of protest as he keeps working his cock with our joined hands, milking it to cover me with every drop. The look on his face is pure bliss, and I watch rapturously as his lips part and his body shudders with release. He’s so beautiful.
He’s so…mine.
I keep brushing my tongue against the tip, letting him give me more and more of his sticky release, until he practically collapses and falls away from me. His tail slithers out from its spot between my legs and I bite back a protest, because I’m so close and so far away. This wasn’t about me, I remind myself, and slide forward to press more kisses to Mathiras’s thighs and belly. I’m sticky with his release and it’s still on my chin and probably some of it in my hair, but I don’t care. I just need to touch him more. Need…something.