Nathan’s brain was a mess of white noise and the constant, consuming, keening drive to keep Fury f*****g talking.
“Lick my balls,” Fury muttered, and Nathan teased one heavy nut with the flat of his tongue. Fury moaned, one hand squeezing Nathan’s arm and the other Nathan’s hair. “Back up to the head…oh…just under the…yeah…Ooh, f**k, look at me.” Nathan’s eyes rolled to meet Fury’s, and it took ages to get Fury into something resembling focus. “Teeth…” Fury commanded. “Take me all in and drag teeth on the way to the head.”
Nathan shuddered, full-bodied, and angled so he could swallow Fury to the root. He choked, then got control of the craving for air. Fury’s wail of delight fed a need so deeply seated in Nathan that he couldn’t identify it, only obey it, and he set the edges of his teet
