Chapter 23 #2
His expression tells me that he doesn’t believe a word I say, but when my hand slides into the back of his pants, he doesn’t stop me. His lips press against mine and my finger rubs over his hole while I question whether I have lube anywhere close.
“Quill, get me lube.”
And off Quill runs while Riley stops kissing me long enough to gawk at this situation. “You taught your… creature to do lube fetches like people teach their dogs to do a beer fetch?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about but yes, he will return with…” I look over as Quill returns with an ear of corn.
I take it out of sheer confusion. “No… dammit, Quill. Lube!”
“What the hell have you been doing with the corn?” Riley asks in horror. “I ate some of that…”
“I haven’t done anything with the corn!”
“Where did it go before it went into my mouth?”
“This one still has the husk on it, so you should be safe,” I tease.
Quill returns, thankfully this time with the right item, and then stares expectantly as I realize that all along, he just wanted me to husk the corn so he could eat it. I hurriedly do so and pass it off to the pleased creature.
“See?” I ask, flashing the lube at Riley. “A breeze.”
“A breeze that left me confused and a little disturbed.”
“I never fucked the corn. I just… want to put that out there.”
“Just you, me, and the corn.”
I start laughing while he tries his hardest not to grin. “The corn is gone; Quill ate it.”
“So it’s like a threat… like this is what will happen to me if I don’t do as you wish,” Riley says.
“Quill says he’s sorry for bucking you off. He didn’t know who you were to me.”
Riley’s quiet for a moment, watching me. “And what am I to you?”
I hesitate because I still don’t understand how exactly to answer this question, so I simply say, “You’re Riley.” And then I stare at him while wondering which expression he’ll make. He just looks back at me for a second before shrugging.
“Hmm… I guess being Riley isn’t half bad,” he says.
“Not when the only person I want to fuck is Riley. And the only person Riley wants to fuck is me.”
His eyebrow shoots up. “You’re a really confident person, aren’t you?”
“Please, tell me, have you ever met anyone you’ve had better sex with than the god of love?” I push his shirt off and kiss a line down to his chest.
“And war.”
“I seem to be failing at the war part, so… let’s scratch that for a bit. Maybe my true calling all along was the love part.”
“We’re not having sex with how wounded you are.”
“My wounds have healed, so shush those pretty lips.”
“‘Pretty… lips’?” Riley’s eyebrow rises even higher.
I kiss those pretty lips because I feel like if I don’t force them to do something, he’s going to keep talking, and then I’m going to have to deal with his sass. I squeeze some lube onto my fingers and slide my hand down into his pants.
“We’re not having sex,” he says as he pulls back.
This is apparently a problem he doesn’t want to forget. “But I can still touch you, right?”
“I don’t know. Depends how sex-like the touches become.”
I guide him down onto his back and trail kisses down his torso, pausing to suck on his nipple before continuing my journey.
He reaches down in some sad, half-hearted attempt to stop me when I shimmy his pants off and throw them.
I push his legs up while he murmurs something about me being hurt, even though the wounds are nothing more than reddened scars at this point.
And even those should be gone before long.
But when I reach his cock, it’s quite clear it has nothing more to say about me being too hurt to do anything. And by the time my tongue wraps around the head of his cock, he’s forgotten most of what he was saying.
My finger slides past his balls before running over his hole while I push one of Riley’s legs up.
I kiss and suck on his thigh as his cock brushes against my face, eager for more attention than my mini tease.
Slinging his leg over my shoulder, I slide one slick finger in and use my other hand to fist his hard cock.
When my hand runs up it and my mouth wraps around the tip, he closes his eyes and groans.
I notice Kit is asleep, and I find that Riley being uncertain where I’m going to touch next appears to cause him pleasure.
Slowly, I slide my lips off him and watch him closely before taking him deeper into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers as a second finger joins the first. My own cock is aching for attention, but I kind of feel like he has a sixth sense where he’ll notice the second I whip it out and try to warn me off again. I need to wait until he’s putty in my hands.
My fingers press up against his inner wall, and his hand digs into me while he moans; I appear to have found that sweet spot.
He’s lost to sensation, loving every touch so much that when I roll him onto his stomach and pull his ass up into the air, he’s still going with the flow. I push my pants down and pull my dick out. I’m too afraid to pull my pants all the way off or he’ll realize what I’m doing.
Despite my best efforts, Riley appears to have regained some clarity. “You are not listening,” he growls as I spread lube down my thick cock.
“I’m listening to everything you have to say,” I assure him while I take an ass cheek in each hand and squeeze them lightly so I’m treated with the sight of his tight hole. “I’m listening very well.”
“You are hurt,” he says as the head of my cock nudges against his entrance, smearing lube over it.
“I don’t even recall that.”
“I sat by your bedside for days. Shouldn’t you bathe or something at the very least?”
“I’m a god; gods don’t have to bathe.”
“Shouldn’t you lie down and recover? You could barely move your hand like two hours ago and now you’re going to fuck me into oblivion?”
“That’s the plan,” I promise him while my cock slides across his hole again, just waiting for my mate to allow me to feast.
“If you hurt yourself, don’t come crying to me to patch you up,” he says, and that’s all I need to press the head of my cock against him. He tucks his head and moans as I slowly push inside.
“Oh fuck, I forgot how big you were.”
“Is it too much?”
“No… feels good,” Riley whispers into the chaise his head is pressed against. I slide my hand up higher on his hip while I push myself deeper inside him. “I’m good, you can go harder.”
I look down to where my cock is completely buried in him and trace my fingers around his hole that’s stretched to accommodate me as he murmurs something I can’t hear. I lean over and suck his neck before possessively biting him.
“You’re mine, you get that?” I ask.
“It’s not very fair if I have to be yours, yet you get to prance around as the god of love collecting others to fill your harem.”
I suck the spot I’d bitten, at a loss for words. Why wouldn’t it be fair for me to keep Riley for myself and not share him?
My hand slides down his back as I sit up, my fingers trailing over the soft skin to his hips.
I don’t want anyone else to touch him like I do.
I’ve never cared if the people I had sex with had sex with others.
Hell, I often encouraged it… but not Riley.
No, I don’t want anyone else to see him like this…
anyone else to feel him like this. He should be mine and only mine.
I knew of gods who never shared anyone from their harem, so why shouldn’t I be able to make sure no one else can touch what I’ve decided is mine?
“Stop thinking so much and fuck me. I’m afraid you’re going to exhaust yourself before either of us get to come at the rate you’re going,” Riley says.
“I’m not… I wasn’t thinking.”
“Of course you were.” He shoves himself back and I feel the way he squeezes around me.
I groan while I draw back and slide deep into him, picking up a rhythm as I become focused on the sounds of his bliss. Nothing else matters. I just want to taste him and feel him and never share him.
Riley tucks his face against a pillow, hugging it tightly while I fuck him until pleasure has consumed him.
My hands roam his body, sliding over his smooth back, skimming down to where we’re connected…
I just want to touch all of him. And even when he’s close to orgasm, I squeeze the base of his cock, forbidding him to come until we can do it together.
He whines for release but it only seems to be making him more excited, and only when I reach my limit do I allow him to come.
Riley moans as his back arches, spilling into my fist just as I come deep inside him.
His breath is heavy as I pull my cock out of him before wrapping my arms around him and repositioning him so he’s seated on my lap, back against my chest. I kiss his neck while he leans back into me and closes his eyes.
“I’m so happy you’re back,” he whispers, like he can’t get himself to say it any louder than that.
But it makes me smile and kiss his throat again. My hand slides down his chest, careful to avoid the bruises that mar his beautiful body.
“You better calm that monster jabbing me in the back,” he says. “Aren’t you half dead? How can you still have energy to go again?”
I shrug. “Your body is addicting.”
“Not going to happen. I just forgot how sore I still am after that fight.”
Scooping him into my arms, I stand up, which startles him.
“Put me down! I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t pick up anything! Why are you the worst patient ever?”
I ignore him, well aware of the slight pain it caused, but my joy over doing so overrides all of that.
“I’m healing just fine,” I assure him as I head out of the library while Kit, now awake, scampers after us.
I don’t have to go far, but he sure puts up a fuss for most of it.
I’ve never seen anyone lack enjoyment while being carried by me before!
But then again, I’ve never met anyone like Riley.
I step into the room with the natural hot spring, and the sight of it does make him calm.
“You mean I’ve been bathing in that ridiculous tub and you have this?”
“I have a lot of things I haven’t shown you yet. And a lot of places I plan to fuck you.”
“You shouldn’t be trusted to even speak until you’re healed,” he says as I see Kit leaping into the hot spring. She floats off while I carry Riley in and sit down with him on my lap. I make sure to lock my arms around him so he can’t go anywhere.
“The minerals will promote healing,” I explain. “Hopefully they’ll help these bruises on your beautiful body go away.”
“My bruises? What about your damn wounds?” he asks, but I ignore that because it’s too tempting to hold him. And the hot spring will help me more than any of the human devices have.
“They’ve healed. You can look at them and confirm.”
“Maybe on the outside, but you were half dead hours ago! You don’t listen to anything I say,” Riley growls.
“You’re so feisty. Do I need to fuck the feisty out of you?”
“It didn’t work last time, and it’s not going to work this time.”
“That’s because we only went one round,” I murmur while my finger trails down his torso. His hand blocks it from going any farther.
“Nope, we need to save my poor body.”
“Poor, my ass,” I say before nipping his neck. I really think he’s being rather unfair here, but I force myself to listen… and in the meantime, I kiss and suck and nibble, which he allows me to do.
He closes his eyes and sinks into my touch. He’s asleep in minutes, and it makes me wonder if he didn’t sleep well for the past six days while I was unconscious. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone to fret over me like this. Far too long.
I hear Quill’s footsteps as he comes over to see what we’re up to. He leans over to nuzzle me before trying to take a bite of Riley’s hair.
“No, no, he’s sleeping,” I say, but Quill is quite determined to harass him. “Quill, I know it’s fun having a new person around, but we can’t harass him awake.”
Quill is only distracted by Kit who is busy digging everything out of a cupboard, and once she’s finished doing that, she climbs into it.
Quill hurries over to see what she’s up to and helps her destroy whatever he can.
And I’m left in this palace that has caused me so much pain, these empty halls that were once filled with joyous life, and this existence I once hated so much that all I could think about was how I could end it once Quill was gone.
But this time, there’s so much warmth tucked into my arms—a heavy body pressed against me that I vow to protect no matter the cost. I knew what the horseman would do to me when I turned my back to him, yet I would have taken that pain again and again just to avoid being without Riley.