Unfettered Vessel (Found & Freed: The Unfettered #6)

5. Chapter 5

Chapter five

Monty

T his is terrible. I can sense Pink standing just outside the boundary of my wards. His magic is raging, brimming and full. He is very ripe, yet for some reason, he is not approaching.

Does he hate me? Did I disappoint him so badly last time that he is dreading a repeat? Was my inexperienced fumbling truly awful?

Or, heavens forbid, despite his assurances otherwise, did I hurt him?

Oh goddess, this agony of not knowing is unbearable. As is this indecision over what to do. Should I open the door and invite him in, or is it better to continue pretending that I don’t know he is there?

This is impossible, and it is making me feel quite nauseous. But wait, what is this? My wards just pulsed. Pink has stepped forward. He is approaching.

He knocks on the door and never has a sound made me happier. I run forward and fling it open. Pink stares up at me in startled surprise.

Oh dear, I really need to calm down before I frighten the poor boy away. Gingerly, I step aside and beckon him into my home.

He walks through the doorway and freezes, bright eyes darting all around.

“You’ve remodeled,” he says as his gaze fixes on the double bed.

“Ah yes, well, I thought this was more practical,” I explain hastily.

My workspace and work table is half the size it was. A good portion of the van is now occupied by a double bed. The space above the cab is now used for storage. All things I should have thought of before. I am living here for the very purpose of emptying Pink. A bed that fits two and is easy to access, is a very fundamental tool.

“It is very thoughtful,” says Pink, and he looks genuinely taken aback.

Guilt twists in my gut. He shouldn’t be grateful that I have done the bare minimum for his comfort. It speaks volumes about how he is used to being treated. I hate it. Pink deserves better, so much better.

“Has it left enough room for your work?” he says anxiously.

Oh my heart.

“Yes! No problem at all!” I assure him. It is mostly the truth. It is a bit of a poke and a squeeze now, but nothing I can’t manage.

Pink lowers his trousers to his ankles and steps out of them. What is happening? I stare in complete and utter befuddlement. He gracefully picks up his discarded trousers, folds them and places them neatly on the side. He isn’t wearing any underwear. From the waist down, he is quite naked. I missed him taking his slip-on plastic sandals off, but I see them now, neatly placed by the door.

The only thing Pink is wearing is a faded cream colored tee shirt. I can see all of his slender, lovely legs.

A swallow gets stuck in my throat.

Pink walks over to my bed, climbs onto it and proceeds to adopt a kneeling position. Then he drops his head to the mattress, leaving his beautiful ass up in the air.

Oh goddess help me. He did all that with absolutely no preamble whatsoever. Presumably, it is a very clear message that he wishes to get on with things.

Hastily, I scramble forward while simultaneously trying to get out of my own trousers, socks and shoes. Somehow, I make it to the bed without tripping over.

I clamber onto the mattress and kneel behind Pink. His plain chrome butt plug seems to wink at me. Heavens.

“Same as last time?” I croak.

“Yes,” says Pink.

Okay. Remove the plug. Insert my cock. Thrust until he reaches orgasm. I have experience now. Albeit limited. I can do this, and holy hells do I know it is going to feel incredible. It is just a shame to be so functional about it.

“Actually, how does missionary sound?”

Oh crap. I can’t believe I just blurted that out. I have no right to ask anything of Pink. This is the position he chose, I should respect it.

“Sure,” says Pink easily, and he moves nimbly onto his back.

His beautiful eyes meet mine. I search them for any signs of discomfort or reluctance, but he seems calm. His magic is swirling, but this position isn’t making him feel shy.

“Are you sure this is alright?” I ask.

He blinks slowly. Then he shrugs. “One position is much like another.”

The look in his eyes is so despondent. The tone of his voice is so weary and resigned. Ice stabs my gut. I’m lanced by cold, bitter dismay and horror. The emotional wounds this wonderful boy bears.

Pink bites his bottom lip. “Are you sure you want to be this intimate with me?”

My heart beats against my ribcage in further outrage at Pink’s doubts, before my mind has processed the words. Oh my poor sweet boy.

“Yes, I am very sure. It will be my greatest honor,” I say.

I watch as a whole storm of emotions flow over Pink’s beautiful face, before settling on disbelief. Then he looks at me as if I am crazy. That is fine by me. I’m used to people thinking that of me. If it is what Pink needs to believe, then so be it. I can tell him how wonderful he is a hundred times a day, in a thousand different ways, and he can dismiss them all. But some of them will reach his soul and stick. At some point, he will believe it.

Suddenly, Pink’s eyes go hazy and unfocused. His magic pushes against the prison of his body. Tendrils of it tingle along my skin, hot and insistent.

He really needs to be emptied. Right now. Thoughts about building up his self-esteem are going to have to wait.

His legs are already spread, so I shuffle forward. My hand reaches for his plug. Pink’s eyes clear and his focus seems to resume. His gaze locks on my shirt.

“Would you mind taking that off?” he asks.

My hands have never moved so fast. They have flown to my top button and now they are swiftly working their way down. I reach the bottom and peel my undone shirt off as quickly as I can.

Pink’s pretty brown eyes light up. It is enough to make me want to puff up my chest in pride. But we really must get on with things.

My fingers lightly take a hold of the end of the butt plug. I watch Pink’s face closely as I withdraw the plug as carefully as I can. He seems utterly transfixed by my chest and not at all bothered by what I am doing. That is a relief.

I dump the plug on the covers, out of the way. Pink’s gaze lowers to my cock. Color floods his cheeks and his eyes widen. I think he was going to ask if I needed a hand, but as he can see for himself, that isn’t at all necessary.

I take a deep breath and wrap my fingers around my hard cock. I line it up to Pink’s hole. Pink shudders, but I am pretty certain it is in anticipation.

“I…um.” I cough, and try again. “Would appreciate some direction.” I swallow. “I really would like to try to make it as good for you as possible.”

Pink’s eyes grow enormous. He licks his bottom lip with the tip of his very pink tongue.

“Okay. Just slide in slowly. Ease in gently.”

That, I can do. I clench my jaw and concentrate on doing as he asked. His oiled and loosened body opens up for me. It lets me in. It welcomes me into the hot, tight heat of him.

Pink’s eyes flutter closed. His head tilts back a little. I’m not sure he is breathing.

I sink all the way into him. Balls deep. We are joined. Our groins are flush.

Pink sucks in a breath. I can feel him relaxing more around me. Adjusting to my cock.

“And now?” I ask breathlessly.

“Pull out a little,” he pants.

I move my hips back.

“A little more.”

I draw out further.

“That’s it,” says Pink. “Now, slide all the way back in.”

I do as instructed and am rewarded with a soft, quiet moan.

“Perfect! Now do that again, but a little faster.”

My cock is throbbing. My hips are trying to take control. My animalistic lust wants to thrust fast and hard. It is demanding to fuck, to take up a primal, feral rhythm.

But I ignore it. I’m giving Pink what he wants. My urges can wait. If they are unsatisfied after Pink has peaked, I can use my own hand.

“Again!” Pink cries out.

I’m very happy to oblige. My body settles into the required rhythm. Pleasure surges through me. Warm pressure is dragging along my cock. I lose myself to the sensation.

Pink starts to moan. His hips begin to lift up to meet me. His head thrashes back and forth.

“Try,” he pants. “A different angle.”

I aim my thrusts to rub higher within him.

“Ahh!” he cries out. “Different!”

My hands are braced on either side of him. I shift their position slightly. I change the angle of my hips. I wish I had paid more attention to the study of anatomy, but I know roughly where the prostate is and I imagine that is where Pink wants me to apply pressure.

I try a few different angles. On my third attempt, Pink cries out and his back lifts off the bed.

“There!” he wails unnecessarily.

Grinning, I get to work. Now I have found the spot, I won’t miss it.

I thrust and thrust again. Pink moans, beautiful noises spilling from him. His head tilts all the way back.

Suddenly, he clenches tightly around my cock. All his muscles go rigid. I watch in awe as he writhes through his orgasm. It is such a beautiful sight that I barely notice my own peak.

Pink’s magic pours from him. I beckon it towards me and it rushes in eagerly. The sensation very nearly gives me a second orgasm.

Oh my. That was so much better than our first time. If sex keeps getting exponentially better, I really won’t be able to control my emotions.

I already know it is going to be very, very hard to not fall in love with Pink. But I’ve never failed a single thing and I will not fail in this. Pink needs me to keep my distance. So that is exactly what I am going to do.

I have carved the command on to the fabric of my soul. I am not going to fall in love with Pink.