Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
It wasn’t bad at all.
Seyn’s eyes closed as he struggled to separate the muted rush of Ksar’s pleasure from his own feelings. Fuck. He hadn’t anticipated this. He wanted to find this disgusting, not pleasant. Though, it wasn’t his fault that he was getting secondhand pleasure from doing something he found gross. That didn’t mean he liked it.
Reassured by that thought, Seyn relaxed and took as much of Ksar’s cock into his mouth as he could. Another wave of strange pleasure hit his senses and Seyn shivered.
“Who’s enjoying it now?” said the hated voice in his head.
His eyes snapping open, Seyn glared at Ksar and thought at him, “It’s hardly my fault I’m so good at this that your shields are failing.”
Ksar’s eyes narrowed.
And then that bastard let his shields down completely, and Seyn moaned as that weird pleasure assaulted his senses, making him dizzy with it, and he needed—he needed—
Seyn started sucking the cock harder, slurping all over it in an entirely indecent manner, like a filthy whore, not the prince he was. He hated it, hated that he couldn’t stop doing it, but he needed to do it, to satisfy that foreign, unfamiliar need. It was like being thirsty but not possessing a mouth to sate that thirst. It was immensely frustrating—reaching for something that wasn’t there—and Seyn sucked the hot length in his mouth harder, needing it, needing—
Hard fingers suddenly buried in his hair and forced him to stop. Seyn whined in protest. No! He wanted—he wanted—
“Open your eyes,” Ksar said. “Look at me.”
Ksar’s eyes were hooded, revealing nothing of his emotions, though his expression was set into tight lines. “You do look good with a cock in your mouth,” he said, stroking Seyn’s cheek—his own cock through Seyn’s cheek. “Quiet is a good look on you.”
Seyn gave him a baleful look. “What I’m feeling is your pleasure, not mine. I can feel exactly how much you want to fuck my mouth and choke me on your cock.”
Ksar looked at him steadily. “It doesn’t change the fact that right now you’re dying for me to fuck your mouth and come in your mouth.”
Seyn had never hated him more. Because Ksar was right. He felt nearly dizzy with that need—he would look so pretty choking on it, all hateful green eyes, flushed pale cheeks and pink lips made to suck his cock—Seyn moaned, confused by the overwhelming need to fuck his own mouth.
“Do it,” he thought. “Do your worst, asshole.”
Looking him in the eye, Ksar cradled his face and started thrusting, using Seyn’s mouth for his pleasure. Using him.
It should have been disgusting. Seyn hated that man, hated him more than anything. He should have hated such a demeaning act.
He hated that he didn’t.
Seyn opened his mouth wider, greedy, and so, so hungry (wanting to get into his throat and fuck it raw so that this mouthy little shit would feel it for days). The foreign thought made him shiver, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the slick, obscene sounds of Ksar’s cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. His jaw was aching already and his lips felt sore, but he didn’t care; he felt too good to care about anything but Ksar’s cock and the way it was fucking him just like he’d deserved all along, since he’d been an annoying, mouthy little thing too pretty and young for him.
The need assaulting his senses became worse, and Seyn whined and grabbed Ksar’s hips, trying to get him deeper into him—yes, like this, so pretty full of his cock—and then his world shattered, waves upon waves of pleasure hitting Seyn’s senses as Ksar’s cock erupted in his mouth, filling him with his ejaculate.
Holy shit, Seyn thought, blinking dazedly as he swallowed the come as best he could. He felt…he felt…If this was what sex felt like secondhand, he couldn’t wait to experience it himself—with someone else. Someone he didn’t hate.
Ksar’s softening cock slipped out of his mouth.
Licking his lips, Seyn looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” he said and paused, surprised by the hoarseness of his voice. “Not so bad for a little boy, was it?
Zipping up his pants, Ksar gave him a cool look. If Seyn didn’t know better, he’d never guess what Ksar had been doing just a few moments ago.
“Passable,” Ksar said.
Seyn almost choked with rage. “Right,” he said tightly, springing to his feet. “That would be more believable if I weren’t a touch-telepath.”
Ksar gave a disinterested shrug. “It’s a physical reaction. Even a terrible blowjob can get the job done. I’ve had better.”
Seyn didn’t know why that infuriated him more than anything Ksar had ever said to him.
“I don’t care whether this was up to your mighty standards,” Seyn bit off, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ll still have to keep your part of the deal.”