Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
T he smart thing was to pull away. Nate knew that, but he seemed incapable of taking that step back. Rohan’s tongue slid against his, fucking his mouth. Instead of breaking the minotaur’s hold, he reached for the hard length pressing against his stomach, running his fingertips over the hot flesh, before finally grasping it. His breath caught, even though he’d known his fingers wouldn’t meet.
“Last chance,” Rohan said.
Nate’s heartbeat quickened. “It’s not going to fit.”
Not today, anyway, but he could work up to it.
Rohan laughed, that low rumble that now made Nate’s toes curl against the wood floor. “I never said I was going to fuck you. Not yet, anyway.” He pushed the robe off Nate’s shoulders, and it slid to the floor, leaving him naked.
This was very different from being naked in the bath.
This time, Rohan intended to do a lot more than look. And so did he. He wasn't tied to the bed, and his hands were free.
“Humans are more delicate than vampires and elves,” Rohan finished as he stripped off his own robe and cast it aside.
Nate dropped to his knees and glanced up. Once again, he was struck by Rohan’s size. The minotaur towered over him. His thick thighs bracketed his cock, which bowed under its own weight, reaching for Nate’s mouth as though it wanted to be licked.
He ran his tongue around the head and over the slit. Yeah, it wasn’t going to fit in his mouth, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. With one hand, he stroked the shaft, and with the other, he cupped Rohan’s heavy sac. Memories of cum splashing onto Rohan’s chest filled his mind.
The thick white strands as they’d landed on his chest…
Rohan’s fingers threaded into his hair, cupping his head as he licked and sucked on the head. “Do you want a taste?”
Nate nodded, lapping at the slit.
Rohan gripped his cock, his fingers wrapping all the way around as he gave himself two firm strokes. Pre-cum beaded out of the tip. Nate lapped it up as Rohan watched.
“If we had more time, I would let you continue until I came. I want to see you swallow everything I spill.” He gave himself another stroke. “From the moment you sat at my feet, I have wanted you like this.” He held Nate’s head as he pressed the head of his cock into Nate’s mouth.
With his jaw stretched wide and his head held tight, there wasn’t anywhere for him to go. And there was nothing he could do. He made a noise as he stared up at Rohan.
The minotaur’s eyes were dark with lust. He gave his cock another couple of strokes, and pre-cum spilled onto Nate’s tongue.
“That’s it. Swallow. And I’ll let you go.”
He did—what else was he going to do—and Rohan released him, his cock slapping the side of Nate’s face. Rohan smiled, then reached down and picked him up.
Nate let out a gasp, not used to being thrown around with such ease. But before he could draw breath, Rohan sat on the sofa, positioning Nate on his lap with his legs spread. Rohan’s cock rose up in front of him. Dark and ruddy, the head slick with spit. For one heartbeat, all Nate wanted to do was attempt to sink onto it, even though it would be a monumental mistake.
Rohan wrapped his arm around Nate’s chest, holding him close as if to stop him from doing something stupid. Then he wrapped his other hand around both dicks and stroked, giving Nate a front-row seat to the show.
“Mmm. You look good spread out like this.” Rohan moved his legs apart, spreading Nate’s thighs further.
Something tickled the back of Nate’s upper thigh and he flinched.
“Tail,” Rohan said as he pinched Nate’s nipple.
Rohan’s tail traced over his ass cheek, finding his crack and then his hole. Nate drew in a breath as the tip of Rohan’s tail teased his rim. Rohan’s hand swept over the head of his cock, swiping up the leaking pre-cum and slicking his strokes. He adjusted his grip so Nate was barely being touched.
Nate reached down to help.
“Put your hands around my neck.”
Nate hesitated, and Rohan pinched his nipple again.
“Ow.” He squirmed but couldn’t escape.
“Hands.”
“Fine.” Nate lifted his arms and held the back of Rohan’s neck, the ends of his hair brushing his fingers, but Rohan didn’t adjust his grip. He teased the head of Nate’s cock with his thumb but offered no relief. Nate rocked his hips, desperate for more, his cock sliding against Rohan’s much larger one. Watching Rohan slide his hand over his cock, while his tail tormented his hole was almost too much.
“So pretty on display. Your needy little cock rubbing against mine. Are you going to make me come?”
“Yes.” He kept thrusting, grinding his cock against the much thicker minotaur’s.
“You want to wear my cum to dinner so everyone will know how much you wanted it?” Rohan’s thumb brushed over the head of Nate’s aching dick.
“Yes.” He’d agree to anything for another touch.
Rohan groaned as he came. Thick white ribbons splashed onto Nate's belly and chest, each stroke drawing out another stream.
What would it be like to swallow it all? Would he be able to? There was so much more…
Rohan released both dicks, and Nate whimpered. He never whimpered and begged. Or at least he hadn’t.
Rohan ran his fingers through the mess and brought them to Nate’s lips. He opened his mouth, sucking the slightly bitter cum off them without being told. Rohan did it again, giving Nate another taste. The third time he coated his fingers, he dipped them between Nate’s thighs. Nate expected to feel them against his hole, but the touch didn’t come. Instead, Rohan held his hip.
He was three seconds away from letting go of Rohan’s neck and finishing himself when something slick and firm pressed against his hole.
The tail.
It thrust in, fucking him, brushing over his prostate on each withdrawal and sinking deeper with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck.” Nate tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
Rohan smoothed his hand over Nate’s chest, smearing the cum over his skin, working his way lower over his stomach as his tail fucked him. It wasn’t enough…
“Please.”
“I'm getting there.” His cum-slick hand glided over Nate’s belly. “What do you want?”
“I want to come.”
“And my tail isn’t enough?”
“No.”
Both of Rohan’s hands caressed him, rubbing the cum into his skin. There was no need to wipe it off. Nate rocked his hips.
The tail slid out of him and was replaced with something thicker. One finger, and then a second, pushed into him, stretching his hole as Rohan grasped Nate’s cock. Displayed and open for the minotaur’s pleasure, there was nothing he could do. Rohan curled his fingers, and Nate fell apart with a cry.
Rohan caught the cum in his hand and licked his palm clean with a single swipe of his tongue. Then he gently turned Nate’s head and kissed him, his cum-coated tongue sliding deep.
Nate swallowed. Spent and breathing fast.
Rohan nuzzled at his neck. “You need to dress.”
“I can’t move.” And Rohan still had his fingers in his ass.
“Then I guess I can do whatever I want.” He fucked him with his fingers, making him groan as another trickle of cum escaped. “And when we are late, I’ll have to say how greedy you were.”
Nate made a small noise of protest, only to have it turn into another moan.
“I can’t wait until I have three fingers inside you, stretching you ready to take my cock.”
“You’re doing this deliberately so I can’t get up.”
Rohan chuckled. “You want a third finger now?”
“Yes,” he gasped. He wasn’t sure he could take a third finger…but he wanted to try. “Don’t we need to dress?”
“We do.” He lifted Nate off him and set him on his knees, face down on the sofa. His tongue swept over Nate’s cum-slicked hole and pushed in as though they didn’t need to go anywhere.
He gasped and squirmed, but Rohan had him pinned with one hand between his shoulder blades. Two fingers pressed back into his ass, fucking slowly, separating and stretching him. Then Rohan added a third finger.
Nate hissed. That was not like having three human fingers in his ass.
Rohan’s hand smoothed over his back as his fingers moved. “If I hadn’t come already, I’d hold you open and fill you. Press the head of my cock hard up against your hole so it opens even if it won’t let me in.”
Nate groaned, his cock hardening from the image Rohan was painting and the way he was tormenting him with his fingers.
“You’d sit at dinner with your ass full of cum and either hold it in or let it leak out.” Rohan pulled his fingers out. “Another time.”
Nate lay there, face on the sofa, dick hard and ready to go. Not quite sure how he’d ended up as the minotaur’s new sex toy or why he was enjoying it so much.
Rohan pulled him up and set him on his feet. He held him close and kissed his temple. “I am so glad I found you.”
“Same.” His words were muffled by Rohan’s chest.
Maybe it was because, for the first time in Nate’s life, he had no responsibilities.