Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(47)

“Take in more,” Desmond ordered.

Jeremy whimpered, but he didn’t fight Desmond filling his mouth to the point he could barely breathe through his nose.

“You’re rusty.” Desmond caressed Jeremy’s neck. “I’ll go slowly. Tap my legs when you can’t take it.”

Jeremy glared at him. He was not rusty. As he started to move his mouth again, Desmond twisted his hair harder.

“No.”

Jeremy looked up to tell him to quit bitching, but when he saw Desmond’s eyes, they weren’t angry. Lust burned in them so hot that Jeremy kept silent and relaxed his jaw.

“That’s my Angel.”

Please don’t call me that. Jeremy looked down so he couldn’t see Desmond’s gaze anymore. Desmond thrust in his mouth in short but hard movements, and then thrust in so deep that he touched the back of Jeremy’s throat. Jeremy dug his fingers into Desmond’s pants as hard flesh fucked his face faster and faster.

“Look at me.”

Jeremy stubbornly stared ahead so he saw what little of Desmond’s cock he let slip out after each thrust, and the tattooed spell on Desmond’s abdomen.

“Angel, look at me.”

Tears slid down Jeremy’s cheek. He didn’t know if it was because of how much he was working to get air or from hearing his old name, but he obeyed. Familiar softness and sadness met Jeremy’s eyes, and he sobbed.

“Shush, love, it’s all right.” Desmond pulled away until only the tip of his cock stayed past Jeremy’s lips and cum shot on Jeremy’s tongue.

Swallowing the salty substance burned his throat after being strained. Jeremy didn’t move and silently pleaded to Desmond to do anything. Touch me, fuck me, just touch me.

Desmond wiped away Jeremy’s tears. He grabbed Jeremy’s arm and yanked him to his feet. Without thought to his own cum lingering in Jeremy’s mouth, Desmond smashed their lips together. Jeremy went limp in his arms and made no resistance when Desmond pushed his mouth open and pressed their tongues together. When Desmond broke the kiss, Jeremy tried to chase him back. Desmond smiled but didn’t let their lips touch as he led Jeremy to the wall. He spun Jeremy around to lean against it. “I forgot that giving a really nice blow job makes you compliant.”

Jeremy barely clung to the wall by his arms and was too drained to roll his eyes. Desmond massaged his shoulder and then squeezed different parts of his back.

“I wish you would always make things this easy.”

Cool air tugged at Jeremy’s chest, and he looked down to see his vest and shirt unbuttoning themselves. The tongue of his belt unloosed itself and snaked to the floor as his pants unzipped. His pants and underwear dropped and jerked on his ankles until he lifted each foot. Now naked, Jeremy stared at the wall.

“I see that brain of yours turning on again. We can’t have that,” Desmond said against Jeremy’s neck.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“This.”

There was a rush of air behind Jeremy like someone moving suddenly, and then Desmond separated Jeremy’s asscheeks. His head thumped on the wall. “Oh fuck.”

“When you’re sweet to me, I’m sweet to you.” Desmond dragged his tongue over the skin near Jeremy’s hole and laughed when Jeremy scratched the wall in frustration. “Is there something you want me to do?”

Jeremy licked his lips. “Yes.”

“Beg me for it.” The teasing continued except for at the one place Jeremy wanted him to ravish.

Fuck him. I didn’t beg then, and I’m won’t beg now. “If you were good enough, you wouldn’t have to ask.” Desmond’s tongue disappeared, and Jeremy wondered if he had gone too far.

“You will beg.”

A hot tongue touched Jeremy’s hole. Long wet strokes made Jeremy a panting mess, but he clenched his teeth to stop from saying another word.

“Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn.” Desmond pulled apart Jeremy’s cheeks wider so his access was unheeded. He dipped his tongue inside Jeremy’s hole, causing Jeremy to moan louder.

Jeremy’s nose smushed into the wall, his shoulders sagging. He’s winning. I’m letting him win. Desmond thrust his tongue inside him rapidly. I don’t care. He can win just this once. When Desmond pulled away again, Jeremy was ready to sit on his face and make him behave. “Hey, put it back.”

“No pouting. I have something better.” Desmond stood and aligned his cock with Jeremy’s empty hole.

“It’s good that you’re not wasting my magic.” Jeremy had been too lost in pleasure to feel the magic seeping out of his skin, but without his mind clouded, it was a low pulse that strengthened on every part that Desmond touched. Like a damn dog waiting for its master to feed it. Desmond caressed his hips, and Jeremy’s magic glowed brighter. Cold lube dripped on his ass. Jeremy looked over his shoulder. “You’re taking too long.”

Desmond chuckled and pressed his lubed cock past Jeremy’s entrance. “I’m impatient too, Angel.” As he pushed deeper, Jeremy planted his feet firmly on the floor to take in more. “You know what I miss?” Desmond asked as he held Jeremy’s hips and thrust faster.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Desmond wrapped his hand around Jeremy’s throat. “I miss your screams.”