Chapter 7 #2
“Aye,” I rasped as he shed his clothes with shaking fingers, fumbling buttons and laces.
He took longer than I had to remove all his starched layers but, damn, there was something satisfying in the reveal.
As linen and leather hit the bed, I feasted on the sight of broad shoulders and hard muscle.
A rippling stomach and thick thighs. His ass was even thicker, the taut globes so pretty and round as he went to his hands and knees and nuzzled my groin.
His cock blushed as prettily as his face, his shaft long and slightly curved. Moisture swelled at the slit. He thrust his ass higher as he kissed and licked my dick before looking up, entreaty stamped on his features.
Oh, yes, my Albie knew what I liked.
Spearing gentle fingers through his soft hair, I guided his mouth to my cock. “Go ahead, love.”
He moaned as he closed his lips around me and sucked. He didn’t wait, just took me straight to the back of his throat, so willing and eager that I staggered a little, my fingers clenching in his hair as I steadied myself.
Hot, wet suction surrounded my cock from root to tip.
The bedchamber narrowed to Albie’s tongue and the tight clasp of his throat.
Lightning shot up my spine, and I groaned, jaw hanging open as I watched him.
Like everything else he did, he’d worked hard at learning this task, studying what pleased me and then perfecting it.
And, gods, he was perfect, his blond head bobbing and his hot tongue swirling hard and wet over my shaft, my head, my slit. He gave me hints of teeth that loosened my knees, then followed his bite with apologetic sweeps of his tongue.
It was too good and too damn much. Because I wanted a lot more from him than his mouth.
Grasping his jaw, I forced him off my dick. Then I dragged his head up until he was fully on his knees. “Get me wet,” I ordered, thrusting my fingers into his mouth.
His eyes drifted shut behind his spectacles as he sucked obediently, his pink lips stretched wide around four of my fingers. Our cocks brushed and bumped together, mine glistening from his attention.
“You want all of these, don’t you?” I asked, pushing my fingers just a little too far into his mouth. He gagged but held my wrist, keeping my fingers deep as he nodded.
When I finally pulled them out, he gasped, “All of them. I want all of them.”
I yanked his hips against mine and kissed him because I couldn’t help it.
He made a needy sound, and I swallowed it, slicking my tongue against his as I gripped his ass and worked our cocks together. He shuddered into my mouth, soft moans slipping from him.
“So greedy,” I whispered against his lips.
“Wanting all these fingers at once, sweet Albie.” Slipping my hand between his cheeks, I traced one damp fingertip around his hole.
We breathed together as he panted and rolled his hips, caught between the promise of pleasure in his ass and the hot glide of my cock against his.
“Tavish…” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. He nipped at my lips, stealing kisses as he rutted against me. “Please…”
I pushed a finger inside him, and the muscle clamped hard. “Please, what?” I asked roughly. “Tell me, love.”
“Don’t go slow.” His voice broke on the last word, the delicious crack shooting straight to my cock. Moisture slicked us both, and he worked his shaft harder against mine. “Give me more.”
“This?” I asked, pushing another finger into his heat. He clenched harder, and our mingled groans vibrated our chests.
I rocked my hips against his, my balls swollen and aching. Pulling my fingers from his cleft, I spit into my hand. I used my other to pull his cheek wide, and I held his heated gaze as I worked my saliva around his opening.
“Need to get you ready for me,” I told him, waiting for the muscle to relax before I pushed back inside. “Nice and open, aye?”
“Aye,” he echoed, pleading in his soft brown eyes. His breath stuttered as I fingered him, then stuttered again when I withdrew and rubbed big, firm circles around his rim, teasing and stroking until the muscle quivered against my skin.
“Such a hungry little hole,” I said, easing three fingers inside. I pumped them slowly, the soft, wet smack of my saliva in his asshole so very filthy. So I did it more, thrusting deep and using my grip inside him to yank his hips hard against mine.
He dropped his head back, his lips parting on a sexy, breathless moan.
I bent my head and scraped my teeth over his pulse as I sank my fingers deeper and found his gland. When I stroked it, he jerked and cried out, his cock swelling between us.
“Oh! Tavish—” His passage squeezed me, and his pulse leapt against my tongue. “Tavish, I need…”
“I know what you need.” I withdrew my fingers and spun him around. Chest heaving, I palmed his shoulder and pushed him to his forearms. His spine was an elegant arch as he lifted his ass, his sack swaying between his legs and his hole open and glistening.
My dragon roared, possessiveness like a bonfire inside me. I brought my hands down on his ass, landing just shy of a slap. Kneading the muscle, I pushed his cheeks wide, lowered my head, and swiped my tongue over my prize.
Albie cried out. His muscle fluttered, and I growled as I pushed my tongue past his ring, licking inside him.
His cries rose, and his ass trembled in my hands as I dragged my tongue down to his sack and sucked each soft globe into my mouth.
Reaching between his thighs, I pulled his cock backward and swallowed his shaft.
“Tavish!” he begged, rocking against my face. In the corner of my vision, I saw him twist the sheet in his fist. He’d squeezed his eyes shut, and he panted like he’d run all the way from Edinburgh without stopping.
“Fuck me,” he gasped, rocking harder. “I need it.”
Aye. I needed it, too.
With a final lick over his cockhead, I rose and fetched oil from the table next to our bed.
Dumping a generous amount in my hand, I slicked my shaft before fingering more into his hole.
He moaned low and long when I pushed it deep and stroked his gland, his knuckles white as he twisted the sheets into knots.
His moans turned to sobs, and I squeezed his hip as I planted a knee on the bed and pressed my tip to his opening.
“I’ve got you, love.” Leaning over him, I kissed his shoulder. “You all right?”
“Aye,” he rasped, stilling as I worked my cockhead past his ring. I pulled back, fighting the urge to slam into him and take, take, take because he was so tight and hot around me.
But I’d die before I hurt him, so I clenched my jaw and took my time, my gaze locked on the mesmerizing sight of his entrance stretching wide around my shaft. His body yielded to mine, the ring of muscle relaxing. Oil slid in a glistening trail from his opening to his sack.
“More,” he urged, rocking back against me.
I gripped his hip with one hand, holding him steady as I eased deeper. Exquisite heat seared my shaft, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I clung to my control.
“Gods, you feel good,” I growled, watching muscles ripple across his back as he rolled his hips. His oiled hole spread wider around me, and I groaned as I traced a shaking finger around his taut, pink rim.
He moaned with me. Then he reached back and gripped my thigh. “You feel better.”
His spectacles were crooked, the frames nudged out of place to accommodate his cheek pressed to the bed. Sweat dampened the hair at his nape, the waves formed into little curls.
Tugging him up, I wrapped an arm around him, sealing his back to my chest. He rested his head on my shoulder, his face turned into my jaw, and I used my other hand to straighten his spectacles. His ass strangled my dick. His cock stuck straight out from his hips, the tip dark red with arousal.
“You’re all right?” I asked, kissing his temple.
He nodded, his breathless “yes” a puff of warm air over my jaw. His heart hammered against my palm as I splayed my hand over his chest before smoothing it down to his shaft.
Oil still coated my hand, and I stroked it up and down his cock, slicking him as I pressed my hips forward until my groin was flush against his plump cheeks.
He shuddered, nostrils flaring as he adjusted to the stretch. Hot, perfect heat suffused my dick. Albie kept his eyes closed, his thick lashes resting on his cheeks. Arm still slung around him, I pressed another kiss to his temple as I slid my hand to his nipple and pinched lightly.
He moaned softly, his ass clenching around my shaft.
“Good?” I asked as I teased and plucked at the taut peak.
Soft brown eyes met mine. He rolled his hips in a sultry, serpentine movement, and I forgot how to breathe as he squeezed his ass hard around my shaft.
“Keep going and don’t stop,” he said in a low voice.
A dark growl broke from me. Tightening my grip around his chest, I withdrew a few inches and then thrust back inside. We groaned together, and he clutched my forearm as I began to move in earnest. The thick, slick sound of his ass sucking at my oiled shaft joined our ragged breaths.
Pleasure rushed me in a blistering wave. I kept my arm around him as I quickened my thrusts, every roll of my hips driving me into his tight heat.
Albie laced his fingers with mine, and I fell into a slow, steady rhythm. The bed ropes squeaked. Our labored breaths lifted around us. His passage relaxed around me, and I increased my pace.
“Aye,” he gasped. “Fuck me.”
I grunted my assent as I snapped my hips. His cock bobbed wildly, the shaft red with need. I plowed him harder so I could watch it swing.
“Tavish,” he moaned, squeezing my arm while his ass squeezed my dick.
I licked the shell of his ear. “I love how you say my name when I’m inside you.”
He reached up and tangled his fingers in my hair, then twisted his mouth to mine and sucked at my tongue. His spectacles slipped down his nose, but for once he couldn’t be bothered to fix them.
I scooped my hips, hunting for that spot inside him. When I did it again, he cried out.
“There it is,” I panted, pumping my hips faster.
My skin slapped hard against his. The bed protested.
I reached down and cupped his balls. “You’ve got a swollen sack, Albie.
So tight and full for me.” I squeezed lightly, then gripped his flailing cock.
“I’m sure our princess will want to get her hands on it. ”
He gave a hoarse cry, his ass clamping so hard I was certain I saw stars.
“You want that?” I growled in his ear. I stroked him faster as we both rushed toward release. “You want our mate’s mouth on you while I pound this thick ass?”
“Gods, yes,” he gasped.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you first and make you hold my seed inside. You won’t spill a drop, will you, love? You’ll stay nice and tight, my seed right where it belongs while our woman sucks this pretty cock of yours.”
Albie’s moan was deep and guttural, the kind of noise he made when he was on the verge of coming. His cock jerked hard in my hand, slick precome spilling over my fingers. I kept stroking, my own release cresting as I ground into his ass.
“We’ll take turns with her,” I panted, pressing my lips to his neck. Fantasies paraded in my mind, each one more delectable than the last. “You’ll watch me fuck her, and I’ll watch her ride you. She’ll be so tight around your cock, Albie. So hot and wet for us.”
“Yes,” he gasped, bucking in my embrace. “Gods, Tavish—” My name dissolved into a shout as his seed spurted hot and thick over my knuckles. I stroked him through it, my own climax barreling toward me as his passage clamped my shaft in rhythmic pulses.
“Fuck,” I growled, driving deeper, harder. “Albie!” I cried, my thrusts wild and uncoordinated. His channel gripped me like a fist, milking my cock with every push and pull. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and breathed in the scent of clean sweat and old books.
My climax crashed through me, and I clutched him tighter as I spilled inside, my hips jerking. Rational thought fled as I breathed against his neck, holding him and clinging to him at the same time. He stroked my arm as we both came down from the high.
We stayed that way for several heartbeats, our ragged breathing the only sound in the chamber. Then I pulled out and eased us down to the bed. He rolled into my arms and put his head on my shoulder. After a moment, he sniffed.
I froze, dread coiling in my gut. “What’s wrong? I hurt you?”
He shook his head. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Then why—?”
“It’s just…” He smiled against my shoulder. “We’ve waited for her all this time. And now she’s finally here.” He lifted his head, tears sheening his brown eyes. “I’m not sure it’s healthy for anyone to be this happy.”
My heart squeezed. We’d just found Portia. Tomorrow, we’d take her to the chronomancer, and I had no idea what to expect. But Albie was right. Portia was here. She was alive and well, untouched by the Curse.
I pushed damp hair off Albie’s forehead before straightening his spectacles. I wiped his tears, then traced a thumb over his temple, where I knew pain often gathered. “You deserve happiness,” I said huskily.
“So do you.”
“I felt really happy five minutes ago.” I reached down and squeezed his ass. “Overjoyed. Ecstatic. Ebullient.”
His brows went up. “That last is a big one. Do you have any others?”
“No. I only read one of your books.”
He laughed softly. Then he settled back into my arms. I kissed the top of his head, and I bit my tongue against the worries that tried to form on my lips.
But as Albie’s breathing evened into the deep rhythm of sleep, the worries persisted. Portia was ours, but for how long? She was determined to return to her own time. Albie was confident the chronomancer would be unable to help. What if he was wrong?
What if the chronomancer gave Portia exactly what she wanted?