Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(51)

Fuck.

I haven’t felt anything this intense in my life. The friction feels so fucking good.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt, taken aback with mixed emotions.

Mixed urges.

Primal urges.

“Wait—” I breathe sharply, tightly gripping his wrist.

“Wait?” Micah echoes, his voice tight. Unsure. “Okay…”

An uncontrollable force takes over, and I find myself pulling him back to me. I place his hand against the front of my pants, thrusting my hips forward, into his touch, despising the barrier between us. “I—”

He reaches for me with both hands, and unbuttons my jeans, fumbling with the zipper.

“Micah—” I choke out, the room spinning.

Before I can make sense of it, he grasps the waistband and yanks my jeans down below my ass. Dropping to his knees on the wooden floorboard, he reaches into my boxers and pulls out my dick. I’m rock hard for him.

Even with only the dim light from the lantern, I can see his hunger so clearly.

It’s written all over his face.

Breathing hard, I take two steps back, staring down at him with uncertainty once more.

I want to come so fucking bad.

So bad it hurts.

Micah crawls toward me, and lifts his head, hesitantly gazing up at my face. “Close your eyes,” he murmurs.

So, I do.

Within seconds, he fists my straining cock, stroking me firmly from tip to base. The second I feel his tongue licking away the pre-cum that has formed at the end, I let out a loud groan of satisfaction. Without wasting another second, he takes me into his warm mouth, tracing his tongue up and down my length. Curving his fingers around my balls with his other hand, he works every inch of me with his mouth, creating the perfect rhythm.

Getting my cock sucked has never felt anything like this.

“Fucking hell, Micah,” I sharply breathe, my eyes fluttering open on their own accord. I stare down at him, on his knees before me, his smooth, full lips circling around my width.

He strokes me eagerly with his hand, sucking hard, before taking me all the way into the back of his throat. Spit trickles down his chin, coating his jaw. He gags, holding me there for what feels like forever, taking me as deep as he possibly can.

“Fuck,” I harshly groan, gathering the loose strands of his hair in my hand.

He’s so. Brutally. Fucking. Handsome.

His breathing quickens, along with mine, and he cups my balls more firmly as they become tight. Tossing my head back, my mouth falls agape. My groans only seem to encourage him to work harder. Faster.

“Yeah,” I sharply let out, gripping the back of his skull. “Oh, fuck.”

Suddenly, I begin to thrust deeper into his mouth, bucking my hips forward. I fuck the back of his throat relentlessly. Again, and again. Over and over.

God, he really knows what he’s doing.

Thrust after thrust, I claim every ounce of control.

Shoving myself deeper, I hold myself there. He gags violently, his body tensing. But he doesn’t move a muscle. He toughs it out, tightly shutting his eyes as tears leak from the corners. His hands grasp my hips as he struggles to keep himself steady from the force of my thrusts.

“I’m going to come,” I grit out, teeth clenched, beads of sweat dripping down my forehead as the feeling builds low in my abdomen.

And I explode, releasing into the back of his throat in long spurts. It’s an everlasting bliss, unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Staring up at me with intense eyes, he swallows every last drop, savoring the taste of me.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Stumbling backward, I tuck my half-hard dick back into my boxers and yank up my pants. This didn’t just happen.

There’s no way.

“There,” I dryly mutter while buttoning my jeans. “Now, let’s go.”

Still on his knees, he sits back on his heels. “Are you fucking serious?” he asks, wiping away the drool from his chin with the back of his hand while glaring up at me. “I just gave you the best head of your goddamn life, and that’s what you say to me?”

“I clearly wasn’t thinking straight,” I boldly tell him, watching his face harden. A wave of disappointment overwhelms me as I sink beneath his scrutiny. “We weren’t thinking—”

“Oh, you were,” he argues as he stands. “Only it was with your cock, and not your head.”

“I pictured some nice tits the whole time,” I try to convince myself. “Tits bouncing around while I fucked some hot chick.”

He laughs dryly, although no humor is intended. “I bet you did,” he smugly replies, spitting on the floor as he walks past me, harshly bumping his shoulder into mine. “Either way… it was my mouth you just came in.”

I grab the lantern from the table and follow him outside, struggling to keep up with his quick, irritated stride. “You don’t have to act like a dick now,” I accuse.

“I’m the dick?” he asks, sounding bitter. “You’re in denial, Jensen. You always have been. Wake the fuck up.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been struggling with your sexuality since we were kids,” he rushes out.

“I have not,” I argue defensively.

“Come on, man,” he snaps. “I get it. I’ve been giving you space to figure shit out. But you’re out of your fucking mind if you think that I’m going to just sit back and let you mess with my head willingly.”