Chapter 6
Chapter Six
MILES
He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. It was a cliche to think that, I knew, but it didn’t change the fact. He was Meadow, my Meadow that I already knew, but with all these gorgeous colors and shapes, like a painting.
His wings were shaped like a butterfly’s, but the color was kind of indescribable, like a bubble reflecting sunlight.
His ears were longer, the pointed tips peeking out of his vibrantly pink hair.
And there were markings around his body, just splashes of opalescent shine scattered randomly.
Over one shoulder, a hipbone, an ankle. So pretty.
And frankly, I was just happy that his secret wasn’t some horrible thing that would keep us apart. I’d take an immortal being with magical powers over that any day.
“Wow.” It was lame and unhelpful, but it was all I could think to say. I stood up, pacing around him to get the full view. His butt hadn’t changed; it was still smooth and tight and perfect. “You’re so…”
“Strange?” he provided, and for the first time ever, I could see a tiny bit of shyness emanating from his forest-tinted eyes.
“Really, really beautiful,” I finished. My hand rose up from my side, nervously hovering over one gossamer wing. “Is it okay if I touch? I mean, will it hurt you?”
“You can touch them,” he said. “They’re not as delicate as they look.”
Lightly and carefully stroking my fingertips over the top of one, I sucked in a breath at the silky softness. It was almost like a muscle, quivering as I moved my touch over it.
“Can you feel that?”
“They’re sensitive,” he confirmed, glancing back over his shoulder at me. “But it feels good.”
“Am I the only human?”
“The only one I’ve ever shown myself to, yes. As I said, you’re special to me, Miles.”
His response was so heavy and important and awe-inspiring that I felt overwhelmed.
“I’m so honored. I don’t know what else to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything else,” he said, turning and reaching out to grip the front of my shirt, pulling me to him, our lips crashing together.
Moaning against his mouth, I let him maneuver us into the bedroom as I wiggled out of my clothes, leaving pieces strewn through the hallway. By the time we heaved up onto the bed, we were both fully naked.
“How do you want me?” Meadow murmured against my ear before the tip of his tongue lightly rubbed over my skin.
Shivering, I swallowed hard. “I’d do whatever you want, but I…”
“Just tell me.”
“I want to top you,” I forced out the words, barely clamping down on the urge to add really, really bad. “Is that okay?” I wasn’t sure if being a 200-year-old magical being would have any influence on his sexual preferences.
With his face hovering just above mine, he perked up an eyebrow, grinning that gorgeous, wicked grin. “Why do you think I have that piercing where I have it, instead of my dick?”
Relieved, I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the insistent throb of my cock. “Good to know.”
I grasped at his hips, rolling us onto the other side of the bed so I was on top of him, obsessed with the sexy little purr of approval he let out against my throat. His wings were spread out beneath him, brightly shimmering against my dark bedspread.
He’d been facing away from me when we’d done stuff before, so having him spread out before me so I could see all of his lovely, toned body was amazing.
Kissing down over the rainbow heart tattoo on his collarbone, I curiously flicked out my tongue to cruise over his tightly beaded nipple.
His fingers rifled into my hair, gently holding my head in place as he panted.
I couldn’t stop touching him, with my hands and my lips, rutting my hips against his so our hot cocks could slide together.
Watching his lips part and his head fall back as he moaned felt otherworldly, like I was witnessing some celestial miracle.
I felt like I could become addicted to the sensation of evoking reactions from him, whether it was the breathy sounds he let out or the way his muscles tensed and quivered when I touched him.
As I moved down his body, I caught the metallic tang of his bellybutton piercing against my tongue. My cock twitched, thumping up against my stomach insistently, like it was reminding me that I was finally about to lose my virginity and not to screw it up.
When I hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, Meadow’s fingers gave the top of my scalp an affectionate little stroke.
“You know I wouldn’t deny you anything,” he reminded me gently. “I’ll give you everything you want.”
The power of his words and the way his bright eyes were hooded as he gazed down at me intensified everything, lighting a spark in my body that had my hips rutting into my bedspread and a tiny moan crawling out from my throat.
Carefully propping myself up so I could snatch open my bedside drawer, I dug around until my fingers closed around a small tube.
He’d informed me earlier that he was immune to human illness and disease, so I didn’t need to use one of the condoms I’d so optimistically purchased years earlier. At least I didn’t have to worry about looking like an idiot trying to put one on while he watched.
As I flipped the cap and drizzled lube onto my fingers, I glanced up at him, trying to read his expression.
His tongue flitted out to wet his lips before he shifted under me, pulling up one thigh so his legs were spread wide open.
His cock was stiff and flushed, leaking out clear droplets, a really surreal reminder that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Well, probably almost as much.
As I slicked lube over his hole with my fingers, I stroked over his other piercing with my thumb, bringing a pleasant shiver out of him.
“You like that part of me, don’t you?”
“Very, very much,” I answered. “I like every part of you.”
His muscles were hot and tight, clamping down around my fingers as I spread the slippery substance into him.
Just the feel of that velvety channel pulsing around my fingers was building throbbing pressure in the base of my dick, but I kept spearing into him until the tight squeeze was just a bit more lax.
I smeared the excess lube onto myself, consciously avoiding more than a single stroke so I wouldn’t blow my load before I could even get inside him. Positioning my engorged head at his hole, I flickered my gaze up at him one more time to make sure, relieved to see him give a subtle nod of his head.
The incredible heat engulfed my cock as I pushed in, bolts of pleasure erupting at the base of my spine, forcing a low groan out of me. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I sank in inch by inch. By the time my heavy balls were pressed against his ass, they were already aching and pulsing.
Barely shifting my hips, I retreated just enough that I could drive my dick back into his perfect body. His muscles clamped and rippled around me as my swollen head nudged his prostate, and I had to freeze, stilling my hips and shivering at the warning throbs in the base of my cock.
Panting, I gave him an apologetic look as I stilled. I hadn’t expected it to be this overwhelming so quickly.
“I can help,” Meadow offered softly, reaching up to lightly pet my hair.
“I, uh, I think anything you do at this point is only going to make it worse,” I admitted.
“Trust me.”
“Okay.”
Lightly dragging his hands down over my shoulders, I felt his fingers press into the small of my back. A tingle bloomed there, then spread and disappeared so fast I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it. Then he grabbed my hips, pulling at them.
I groaned, hanging my head a little. “Meadow, I seriously can’t move right now.”
“Trust me,” he repeated, shifting so his perfectly smooth thighs were clamped around me.
Shuddering, I did as he asked and started pumping my hips into him, expecting an orgasm to crash over me right away. To my shock, I could feel the build-up, the telltale rippling of my abs, but the release didn’t come. I was trapped in the permanent ecstasy of the moment before the fall.
Moaning, I braced one hand on the pillow next to his head as I rocked into him. I could tell what he’d done, but it didn’t stop my body from desperately craving that next step, the actual climax. Chasing it, I plunged into him over and over, so hard and fast my headboard started rattling.
“Miles!” He whimpered out my name, arching up into my thrusts, his short nails digging into the flesh of my back.
The fact that I was actually pleasuring him drove me on as much as the mind melting pulses that looped over and over in my core.
I couldn’t stop groaning. The need to keep plunging into him felt as critical to my health as breathing.
I started to feel like I was melting inside him, becoming more and more frenzied.
“Come with me?” he gasped out, the inquisitive note in the words letting me know that he was going to lift whatever spell he’d put on me and let me actually come.
“Yes,” I managed to grit out between my teeth. “Yes, yes, oh god, yes.”
I felt the velvety clamp of his muscles pulsing around me, heard him cry out, and felt his thick spurts of cum splash up onto my chest, and still couldn’t stop bucking into him.
Throwing his head back onto the pillow, he moaned out my name again, and it was the best thing I’d ever heard in my life.
Lightning bolts shot through my veins, striking into my balls as I was finally thrown over the peak.
Hot, aching pulses of my cum sprayed out to bathe his insides for so long that I thought I would die, his spasms drawing it out and milking me dry.
When I could finally breathe and think, and my heart wasn’t slamming against my ribs, I shuddered, my cock still twitching even as it softened in him. I gripped his taut ass cheeks, holding him close so I didn’t have to pull out yet. It felt way too good in there.
“Meadow, that was…” I trailed off, letting out a huge breath.
He chuckled, wriggling into a more comfortable position under me when I dropped my body weight onto him. “Yes, it was.”
“Is it always like that? With a faerie, I mean?” I added on. I wasn’t under the impression that regular sex was usually that good. I’d heard all kinds of horror stories from Allan.
“No, because other faeries aren’t me,” he responded, an amused and naughty tone dripping from his words. I wasn’t just the luckiest guy in the world, I was the luckiest guy in two worlds.
He let me wallow in him for a little while before we did some halfhearted cleanup in the bathroom.
“I know we need showers,” I said. “But I’m so tired.”
We’d gotten home late from the party, and the best sex ever in recorded history had definitely tuckered me out.
“We’ll take one together in the morning,” Meadow promised me, not so gently nudging me back to the bedroom. He must have been tired too.
“Hey!” I cried out as I passed my window, automatically pulling the curtain aside. “It’s finally snowing!”
Coming up next to me, he gazed out at the falling flakes for a minute before resting his head on my shoulder.
“Tomorrow should be lovely,” he said, a wistful lilt in it that had my heart melting in my chest.
“Any day I get to wake up with you is going to be lovely,” I responded, overjoyed when I was rewarded with his hands on my cheeks pulling me into a hot, slow kiss.
We snuggled under my thick comforter, his warm presence at my side once again lulling me into a deep, restful sleep.