Chapter Seven #3
“You fucked me to orgasm in front of your court,” William said. “Maybe I should force you to come in a way that’s equally humiliating.” He sounded like he was only contemplating it now. Iver didn’t buy it. William had been thinking about this all night.
“And what would that entail?” Iver asked, stretching on the sheets, pushing his hips toward William, trying to get his fingers inside.
“I don’t need to fuck you to make you come.”
Iver moaned as William’s fingers ran round and round his opening. “I’m aware.” A skilled mouth on his cock or a couple of nimble fingers on his prostate would do.
“Not quite. I don’t need to rub and prod you to make you spill. And,” William added when Iver huffed, “I don’t need to suck you either.”
“Then how do you think you can make me come?” Iver asked incredulously.
William gave him a knowing look, then picked up the faerie oil and dribbled a small quantity onto his thumb pad.
He set the digit against Iver’s entrance and traced his rim.
The familiar heat and tingling descended onto Iver, but he had no clue what William was up to.
In two hundred years of sexual encounters, Iver hadn’t come across anything William could be referring to.
Then again, Iver hadn’t been particularly active.
He’d fucked the occasional man, found someone to suck him off, but never the same person more than once.
None of those encounters had been memorable.
“How does this feel?” William asked, mischief lacing his words as he circled Iver.
“Nice.” It certainly wasn’t spectacular or orgasm inducing.
“Hm.” William pulled his thumb away and returned with two fingers. They breached Iver’s stretched hole, though it was still a tight fit. William inserted his digits to the hilt and spread them, scissoring Iver’s walls apart. “And now?” An impish grin split his face.
At first, Iver didn’t know what he meant, but then he felt it. The growing strain on his parted insides was excruciatingly blissful. Following its natural inclination to close, his hole tried to narrow, but William held him open.
As his insides stretched, tension spilled over into his prostate. Another man might’ve given Iver a quick stretch, but William stayed, didn’t withdraw or lessen the strain.
“Now you feel it,” William said.
The forceful parting of his insides put unexpected pressure on Iver’s core. It was as if a delightful force was pushing down on his most sensitive spot, fanning his desire to unknown heights.
As William stayed in place, tension built. Iver’s entire body responded. Sweat ran down his brow. His nipples tingled. His balls ached, pulsing overfull against his base.
“Yes,” Iver said. “I feel it.”
William’s expression said Iver didn’t know the half of it.
After a minute, his inner walls were throbbing against the invaders holding him apart. William’s parted fingers spread him wider than a cock ever had. Iver’s hole shuddered as it tried to squeeze shut but was denied over and over.
William’s free hand stroked Iver’s thigh. “I like this—you open and exposed. Vulnerable.”
That was how it felt. Iver might’ve fucked William in front of an audience, but drawn apart, he’d never felt more defenseless.
Need coiled in the empty space William created with his fingers. Iver longed for something to fill it, preferably a fat cock. But if William was to be believed, he wouldn’t get anything.
A surge of tremors ran through his hole, making his walls flutter against William. His insides pulsated, fighting William’s immovable digits.
“I’ll make you come like this, spread wide for me. Quivering. And I won’t have to do anything but hold you open. You’ll come hard and fast, unable to stop it.”
Iver groaned, liquid oozing from his tip, adding to the mess on his stomach.
“You liked that,” William said with satisfaction. “Good thing you’re not the only one who enjoys talking dirty. God, I can’t wait for you to come around nothing, desperately clenching, your hole finding no resistance but my fingers keeping you apart.”
Iver, for the first time in a century, was losing his mind with lust. He was vulnerable, physically and emotionally, when he let someone penetrate him.
That was why he hadn’t allowed it. He’d thought he would be fine within the safety of a marriage where everything was laid out in a contract, a restrained bond in place, but he’d forgotten just how helpless a few strokes to his prostate left him.
Arrogantly, he’d assumed that the years had hardened him.
It was why he’d agreed to wrestling for dominance, to being taken afterward.
He’d thought himself untouchable, but he wasn’t.
Not with William scissoring him open. And now he was about to have his first anal orgasm in a hundred years. He wasn’t ready, and he couldn’t wait.
If William were at least fucking him… But no, he was barely touching him. William had been right—it was deliciously humiliating to come like this. Iver’s insides quaked in ecstasy.
He cursed under his breath, desperately trying to hold onto his dignity, but his body was betraying him, his anal muscles undulating in waves.
His hole tensed, his insides straining as the lust in him grew until it could no longer be contained. In this moment, William owned him.
He shouted as his orgasm ripped into him.
Light exploded before his eyes. He contracted rhythmically around those unforgiving fingers, crying out as the convulsions wrecked him.
His balls shuddered; his cock spat ropes of cum.
They drenched his torso. He twisted and thrashed, every twitch making him buck, straining against William’s power over him.
Iver quaked as he emptied, another tidal wave of blissful contractions hitting him as his orgasm threatened to slow.
His hole, despite its continuing climax, cried out for more.
He whimpered when William pulled out, removing the only shreds of resistance his spasming channel had. Blind with pleasure, he didn’t see or hear what William was doing.
Iver shouted his approval when a bulbous cockhead, lubed with fresh faerie oil, pushed against his relentlessly winking hole.
William forced his way past Iver’s constricting guardian muscle, conquering him inch by inch.
Then he was crammed inside of him, his cock squished against Iver’s gland, and Iver lost it.
He came once more, harder than before, rapturously convulsing as finally, something firm pressed into his prostate. Every part of him rejoiced, his climaxing body praising the hard cock filling his hole. Oh, how he’d missed this.
Euphoria washed over him, and he wrapped his arms around William’s neck, pulling him close. His hands sinking into William’s thick curls, he buried his nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling man and sex and strength. He moaned, his hole going on a rampage around that magnificent cock.
When he thought it couldn’t get any better, William fed him one last inch, and Iver exploded all over again, the faerie oil replenishing what he’d expelled. Reduced to nothing but an orgasming bundle of emotion, he clung to William. He was never going to let him go.
Iver snarled when William pulled back, only pacified when he tunneled back in, his length grinding over his prostate.
William fell into a rampant push and pull act, every thrust sending sparks through Iver’s hole.
He couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began; his sole purpose was to clench on that divine cock, drawing rough, impassioned groans from William as he pistoned into him at superhuman speed.
He writhed under William, clawed at him.
Kissed him. William’s movements grew erratic, his climax approaching.
He plundered Iver’s hole, and when he shoved in to the root, a hoarse gasp tore out of him.
The first shot of cum splattered Iver’s insides.
William’s seed flooded him, and he came once more, going rigid as his hole tensed and relaxed around William.
Every convulsion was an act of worship, provoking wanton sounds and splashes of release from William.
With a raw grunt, William shot a final gush down Iver’s hole. He collapsed on top of him, his damp breath kissing Iver’s ear, his body a heavy and welcome blanket. Iver ran his hands over William’s back.
Had sex ever been like this? Iver had enjoyed penetration back then, but he had no recollection of it feeling so rapturous. He’d have to be careful if he didn’t want William’s skill in the bedchamber to lower his defenses.