32. Will
Chapter thirty-two
Will
As you wish
I lounged back on the thin mat we’d purchased from one of the shops in the market square. All the items—sleeping bags, padding for under them, water bottles, portable fans, etc.—were crazy overpriced for what they were, but since we’d needed them, we couldn’t exactly pass on them.
I could just picture the sort of complaints Nana would rant about in the morning after sleeping in such conditions, though.
The tent had come equipped with some basics. There was a small chair near the door, a garbage can and recycling bin, and even a small, covered basket to store belongings in. Hell, there was even a decent-sized mirror propped up in the corner of the tent.
A couple of water droplets dripped down on my fresh shirt since apparently towels were something we couldn’t purchase here, but I’d wanted a shower so desperately that damp clothes were totally worth it.
The flap opened then, and a freshly showered Arthur slipped inside. He’d taken longer to shower, mostly due to his copious amounts of hair, and I’d left him to finish while I’d returned to the tent.
His clothes, a shirt with bursts of tie-dye and his joggers a plain gray, stuck to his damp skin. He crossed the small space to sit on the second mat we’d set up beside my own.
“Did you see they have an archery contest in the morning?” he asked, pulling his bag of belongings closer. He dug through and retrieved a hairbrush and some ridiculously expensive hair product I’d purchased for him at some point on our journey. I didn’t think anything I put in hair deserved to be more than 10 bucks, but the saleswoman who’d stopped us at a random shopping center along one of our drives said differently.
This had become our nightly ritual ever since.
He sat between my parted legs while I sprayed the product into his damp hair. But only a little bit since we’d learned that too much left his hair with a greasy feeling. So I only spritzed the locks a few times before grabbing the brush and softly detangling his waves.
Arthur groaned softly as I ran the brush through his hair, loving the light scratch of the bristles against his scalp. It calmed him, and sometimes, I even thought I caught the slight hint of his beast’s purr.
With Arthur’s hair untangled and silky, I brushed his damp strands aside and pressed a kiss at the nape of his neck. He shivered, and I grinned against his skin as my fingers reached around him to pull off his shirt.
The others were out and about, leaving Arthur and me some much desired time alone. Gerry and Otto were checking out the market and my parents and Nana were at one of the many knighting ceremonies taking place.
And though I’d originally planned to check out one of the events happening right now, that all changed the moment I’d seen Arthur return from the showers, droplets of water trickling down his skin and sticking his clothes to his body.
Besides, memories of the way he’d taken down Hal had been hovering in my mind all afternoon, and I was desperate to have him.
Tossing his shirt aside, I trailed kisses down his spine, loving the way he arched and squirmed under my touch.
Gently, I urged him to lie down on his stomach, and he did so with shallow breaths, like he knew exactly what I had planned for him.
His pants were in the way of what I wanted, and I yanked them down his legs with little finesse.
Arthur laughed as I cursed at his clothes when they got caught around his ankles. But then they were off, lost to the tent floor, and I had the best view of his bare ass. Softly, I trailed a single finger down the crease, and his cheeks flexed. I massaged them, urging him to relax, and after a minute, his tension seemed to melt away.
I didn’t want to risk summoning lube and making another big mess, so I grabbed my bag and dug around until I found the bottle.
Arthur watched with hooded eyes, his left cheek resting against the back of his hands as I uncapped the lube with a flick of my thumb and squeezed some out onto my fingers. Then, slowly, I stroked them over his hole.
He sucked in a fierce breath, some of his earlier tension returning to his body. But I didn’t push further, keeping my movements gentle.
“Is this all right?” I murmured, meeting his emerald eyes. I only wanted to make him feel good, but if it was too much, especially after earlier, I’d stop. “Or do you want me to stop?”
Just because he’d enjoyed being fingered before didn’t mean he’d always want me to touch him.
“It’s still just a surprise to be touched somewhere so... vulnerable. But don’t stop,” he whispered, gaze holding me prisoner. “Please don’t stop.”
Then his hips began to rock.
It was slow at first, hesitant. But the moment I slid my index finger inside, just to the first knuckle, he stopped.
“Is this okay?” I whispered, pausing as I wondered if he was sore from our window escapade at the hotel.
“Aye.” He wet his lips, and when he met my eyes in the mirror this time, his voice came out guttural. “Deeper. I promise, I won’t break.”
My head swam, my desire to take this slow and listen to his demands warring. But as much as he seemed to want to speed things up, I was the experienced one here and knew we needed to take things slow. “Then you won’t mind a little edging.”
His brows furrowed. “Edging?”
But instead of replying, I pushed my finger deeper inside him, searching for that spot he liked so much.
Arthur’s mouth parted, his nostrils flared, and his eyes widened with lust as my finger put pressure on his prostate.
I grinned, stroking the spot again, and was rewarded with a deep moan.
With leisurely movements, I pumped my digit into him, listening to his lusty grunts, eyeing his desperate grip on the obnoxiously thin, yet expensive, pillow as I made sure to rub his prostate over and over. And when I added a second finger, he bit the pillow to muffle his shout of pleasure.
I worked him open with careful stretches of my fingers, and by the time I was three fingers wide, he was damn near writhing on the mat.
“Will,” he rasped. “No more teasing. Please .”
And how could I deny him when he begged so beautifully?
“Will you fuck me this time?” I asked, sounding more than a little desperate myself.
His eyes darkened impossibly further. “Yes. I want that.” Then he twisted beneath me so his back lay on the mat. “I want to look at you when I take you.”
I grinned down at him. “As you wish.”
He laid his head down, his blond hair cascading over the pillow like strands of golden silk. He was so damn striking my breath caught in my lungs.
“Will?”
“Yes, Arthur?”
“Kiss me?”
And who was I to refuse?
My lips devoured his moans as I ground against him, slicking our dicks with lube before we slid so deliciously against each other. I sucked on his tongue, eliciting a growl from his throat, and I reached behind me with lubed fingers to open myself up.
My fingers stretched me one at a time, and Arthur watched every shaky inhale, basked in every moan. And after slicking his fingers in lube, he pulled my hand away only to replace it with his own, making me groan with pleasure.
His fingers explored me, opening me tenderly and curiously. Sweat gathered along both our brows by the time he’d stretched me with three fingers, and I couldn’t take any more.
“Inside me. Now.”
Arthur grabbed the base of his dick in one hand while anchoring his other on my hip. His cock was hot and smooth as it pressed against my entrance, and when he pushed past the ring of muscles there, he gasped.
“You feel amazing,” he choked out, thrusting slightly with just the tip of his cock.
I grinned, wiping a stray bead of sweat as it trailed down my face. Then in one fluid motion, I dropped. The burn was intense, and I almost regretted it before I saw the look of rapture on Arthur’s face.
I’d never seen anyone look as though they were in such torturous pleasure.
It was a good look on him.
I fisted the pillow on either side of his head, breathing through the near-uncomfortable fullness of his dick inside me.
Arthur distracted me with kisses, sucking and biting at my lips in a frenzy. Red sizzled between us, and I actually enjoyed the little nips of pain as his curse paced beneath the surface.
When the burn subsided, I gave a test rock of my hips, moaning at the full feeling of being stuffed with his cock. Arthur seemed to agree, writhing beneath me, desperation on his face when I lifted up and dropped back down.
“ Will ,” he moaned, green eyes glassy with need.
“You don’t need to hold back, Arthur,” I breathed as I rotated my hips, clenching him tight and relishing in the way he gripped my hips in a nearly bruising grasp. “Take me. Make me yours.”
He didn’t need any more convincing after that.
Arthur rammed his hips upward, thrusting in deep with a whimper of pleasure. I sucked in a gasp as he pistoned in and out in wild abandon, taking me with a ferocity that I fucking loved.
I gripped his shoulders to keep myself upright, letting him guide me by my hips to move up and down his hard length.
“Look at me,” he growled, frantic eyes seeking mine. When our gazes collided, he devoured every inch of pleasure etched into my face.
My cock bobbed between us, and I snatched up the lube to coat my hand and dick once more. When I reached down to jerk myself off, one of Arthur’s hands knocked my arm away.
My mouth opened to whine, but any complaints died on my tongue when I met Arthur’s scarlet stare. Red sizzled along his arms, across his cheekbones, down the strands of his golden hair.
“Arthur?”
“Mine,” he growled, voice guttural with his beast. In a sword-calloused fist, he moved his hand up and down my cock in fast strokes from root to tip, not allowing me to slow as he kept pace with his hips.
It was so fucking hot, and that heat built inside my lower stomach, sending tingles racing throughout my body as I braced myself on his hairy pecs. It didn’t take me long before I was shouting out Arthur’s name, and he gave a gravelly cry beneath me as I squeezed tight around his girth as I came.
My cum striped both of our hands and his chest, and when my cock was wrung dry, he lifted our hands to his lips and sucked my release off our skin. Still pounding me at a punishing pace.
I couldn’t look away as his tongue darted out to catch a drop of my cum, riveted as he moaned at the taste of me.
Then he came, his mouth wrapped around my pointer finger as he sucked it provocatively. His muffled groans of pleasure vibrated through me, and the pulse of his cock inside me had my own jerking in a valiant effort to harden at the eroticism of it all.
When his cock had finally stilled, Arthur released my finger.
The curse had cleared from view, and his green eyes sparkled as a warm smile lit his face. “I love you.”
My mouth slipped into a smile of its own. “I love you too, Arthur.”
We kissed for a long time after that, basking in the love we felt while in each other’s arms. But as the light waned, we’d finally rolled out of bed to find something to eat. Arthur had watched me with hunger as I bent forward to dig around in my bag for clothes, and I might have wiggled my ass at him as a tease.
After another shower, we dressed in fresh clothes and joined the others at a bonfire set up in the center of the grounds. By the time we’d arrived, live music played and people danced merrily around the flames.
Arthur seemed a little restless with all the noise, and I grabbed his hand in mine. But when I’d asked if he wanted to leave, he’d refused.
“I’d like to dance with you and celebrate retrieving the last Treasure,” he’d said, tugging me toward a vendor selling large tankards of ale.
We drank and sang and danced long into the night, relishing in being here together.
And I didn’t think things could get any better than this.