Chapter Eleven
Iver
Iver was dizzy with the force of his orgasm. He’d come so hard inside William that his hearing had dropped out, blood rushing in his ears. Overpowered by the sheer intensity of his climax, he collapsed onto William, wrung out.
And that was how William managed to break Iver’s hold on his wrists and flip them over. He put him on his back, water splashing, Iver’s cock slipping from his gloriously tight hole. Damn, he’d loved coming in that snug channel.
Exhausted, he panted, vision blurry as he looked up at a grinning William.
“Have I not worn you out?” Iver asked weakly, managing to lace his words with humor.
“You gave me the winter faerie fruit,” William said. He had seemed subdued by his orgasm, but he was already recovering.
How was he so energized when Iver was still catching his breath? But then again, it had been Iver who’d done all the work. William had lain back and taken it—taken it beautifully, every climax a euphoric surrender. A languid smile crossed Iver’s lips.
“Spread your legs,” William said, and Iver found himself obeying. He was too relaxed and fatigued to offer resistance. Let William take what he wanted to take.
Iver moaned when oil-slick fingers demanded entrance. He bore down, and William burrowed inside, first one, then two digits carefully stretching him.
The faerie oil brought his nerve endings to life, and within minutes, he was buzzing with renewed need. Only his cock was still flaccid, spent after the blindingly intense orgasm.
“We can’t have that,” William said with a frown.
Iver expected him to wrap a hand around him and stroke him back to hardness, but no. William curled his fingers in a beckoning gesture, dragging them across Iver’s prostate. He knew how to handle a man.
He rubbed Iver until he was pulsing and clenching around his deft fingers, his cock hardening. Sensitized by faerie oil, every small move registered with intensity. His balls climbed, his cock leaked, and he couldn’t wait to be taken.
When William was satisfied with his work, he withdrew and oiled his cock.
He pressed the slick tip against Iver’s entrance until it yielded and, throwing his head back, William buried himself inside with a feral groan.
The invasion stuffed Iver to the brim, stretching and straining his inner walls. There was no greater delight.
Every muscle in William’s gorgeous body was taut, and Iver trailed his fingers over his hard stomach, feeling his strength. His cock twitched in interest.
William rolled his hips, and Iver gave in to the pleasure. It washed over him in waves, each of William’s shallow thrusts triggering a surge. Soon, Iver was dropping strangled noises, his hole spasming in elation.
William, who undeniably had him under control, changed the angle, and when he dove in next, his cockhead smacked into Iver’s prostate.
“Fuck!” The shout flew off Iver’s lips.
“I can’t wait to dump my cum inside you,” William growled, “where it belongs.” Iver narrowed and gasped, precum pouring from his slit. William chuckled. “You like that. Such a whore for my cock.”
Oh, Iver was. As much as he enjoyed wringing orgasms from William, he liked being taken too.
William leaned over him, propping himself up on the marble on either side of his head. “I like it when you get all pliable. How easily you submit, taking me without complaint. Takes a strong man to go so weak for me.”
Iver clasped William’s waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin at his sides. He tilted his head back, eyelids lowering.
William was on him in a heartbeat, tongue slipping into his mouth as he massaged his cockhead into Iver’s gland. Under the twofold attack, something inside Iver opened up. Affection flooded him.
The bond surged. It yanked at its restraints, threatening to break free. Iver tore away from the kiss, fighting to bring his emotions under control. The bond had to stay closed.
William, oblivious to the danger they were in, gave an amused huff and gently bit Iver’s jaw. “So hot and cold.”
Iver couldn’t allow himself this intense affection for William.
He reminded himself that whatever he thought he had with William wasn’t real.
They were in a political marriage. And because they both had needs, their arrangement included sex.
That was all there was to it. They were trying to get along, and making each other come was part of it.
Iver couldn’t afford to grow attached to William. He didn’t even know what he and Silenia had spoken about the other day. Plus, there was the possibility that William was still hung up on his concubines. What if William had lied about the situation with Beatrice?
Iver couldn’t let his heart get involved, no matter how good the sex was. Developing feelings for William would be his ruin.
“Do you need me to stop?” William asked, genuine concern written all over his face.
Iver caught himself and forced a smile. “No, keep going.” He rubbed his thumbs in circles over William’s sides.
“You’re sure?”
Iver pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “I’m sure.”
Seemingly satisfied, William rocked into him, his cockhead bumping Iver’s prostate. Despite the heat of the water, goosebumps traveled across his skin. Why did William have to make him feel this good?
The next well-aimed thrust annihilated clear thought. Iver, unable to hang onto reason, surrendered to the onslaught of sensations.
He was full, so damn full, his hole rejoicing in getting plundered. Every time William hit his prostate, Iver clenched. He moaned and arched, his body readying for climax.
Panting, he stared up at William. That dark blue gaze turned him inside out. Iver’s stomach fluttered in pleasure. His balls sat taut and high, the need to spill churning in them.
William humped his gland, and Iver constricted. His cock lay trapped between their wet stomachs, and whenever William punched into him, Iver’s needy tip dragged along his hard abdomen. There was no holding on.
Iver compressed around William, and he came with a strangled shout. Cum shot from his cock, drenching their torsos as he unloaded. A string of cries fell off his lips as he rhythmically squeezed William’s dick, each contraction bringing him bone-deep satisfaction.
Above him, William let out a deep groan and went rigid.