The surging liquid in the center rocked the shaft against my tongue as I took him as deep as I could, holding him in my throat for a long moment before easing back, repeating the movement languidly. My brows shot up as a hint of unmistakable cherry flavor trickled down my tongue a few minutes later, thick and syrupy and delicious. Just as I was licking away a second beading drop from his tip, Red’s fingers tightened lightly against my scalp, his breathing on the edge of panting.
