Warm palm cradling Lucian’s jaw, Shea stroked Lucian’s cheek with his thumb. “Mm…Y-you all right?”
Lucian nodded, licking up to press tongue to Shea’s tip, dig at the slit, and Shea moaned and twisted. Lucian stared at the rise and fall of Shea’s chest, at Shea’s parted lips, and the demands of c**k overthrew the flailing of mind. “Wondering if you want a taste of me?” he asked, the words dragging and heavy with the effort to keep them clear.
A groan was his first answer, but Shea took a deep ragged breath and released the death grip on the blanket. “My esurience to savor your arousal knows no bounds.”
Lucian chuckled, equally amused, delighted, and irritated at Shea’s ability to speak thesaurus. “Then you shall,” he said, rising, turning, and straddling Shea’s upper body, still strokin
