Chapter 13
Thirteen
SIMON
I wasn’t sure why Feigrind was suddenly changing his mind about sex, but I wasn’t about to turn him down. I was bored out of my mind, and I’d always thought he was sexy. I’d have to be insane to turn him down.
I did feel his trepidation, though. He wasn’t the only first timer I’d dealt with, and I knew when to push and when to back off. I didn’t want to just take control and overwhelm him—I wanted to make it good for him. So I started slowly, trailing my tongue over the seam of his lips, asking for entry. He didn’t strike me as a complete virgin, so I didn't need to hold back on this part. I stroked my tongue over his, giving as good as he gave me. He relaxed slowly but surely, sinking into it, and groaned when I pushed closer and let him grind his cock against my hip. I was itching to get my hands on that gorgeous specimen, but I held back. This needed to be at his pace.
Waiting for him to give me a sign that he was ready for something new was key, and when he started rocking his hips, I followed his lead, shifting to align our cocks. He grunted in surprise, then did it again, letting out another groan of approval. That’s it, handsome. Don’t think. Just feel.
It felt good for me too, and a part of me wanted to just lose myself in the sensation, but after days without any release, I wasn’t interested in a quick frot. I wanted to get fucked, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got him inside me or he had enough.
Breaking off the kiss, I tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t get overwhelmed right now, but it was so hard to focus when he was rocking against me in just the right way. Determined to get the upper hand, I pushed on his shoulder like I had before, encouraging him onto his back. For a second, it seemed like he wanted to ignore me, which made me grin, but eventually he gave in to my demands and rolled over.
Swinging my leg over him, I straddled him, this time sitting on the ridge of his cock. His breathing stuttered and his hands moved to my hips, flexing slightly like he wanted to move me, but was unsure of himself. I gave him what he wanted, undulating my hips and smirking when he groaned again. While he was distracted, I pulled off my tunic and tossed it aside. It’d be the first test for him. I was missing a few parts for him to pretend I was a woman. I wasn’t hairy like some men, but I definitely wasn’t a woman.
Feigrind looked me over, his gaze like a hot touch along my skin. He didn't look disappointed with what he saw. I’d be pissed if he was. Grabbing his hand, I pressed it to my chest, encouraging him to touch.
“The sensitive spots are pretty much the same. Follow your instincts.”
His brow furrowed a little, and he sat up, keeping one big arm around my waist, so I stayed where I was in his lap. He caught my lips in another kiss, then drew away to watch as he slid his hand over my skin.
“You’re so soft,” he murmured.
“I’d be softer if I had my products,” I grumbled, mostly to myself. But then he frowned and shot me a questioning look, so I explained. “I use products to take care of my skin and hair. I don’t like the bar soaps most commoners use.”
He hummed, dropping his gaze back to his hand. It wasn’t important right now. I’d bitch about it more later. After I got that gorgeous cock inside me.
His thumb brushed over my nipple, and I sucked in a breath, rocking my hips automatically. His eyes jerked to mine, curiosity overtaking his face. He did it again, this time a little more firmly, watching my face to see my reaction. I bit my bottom lip to encourage him. I liked the touch, and I was always pretty sensitive. Lots of men liked that about me;.they liked a responsive partner.
Feigrind dipped his head, flicking his tongue over my nipple, and a moan escaped me. I felt his arm tighten around my hips, drawing me just a little closer as he did it again.
Carding my fingers through his hair, I held him there, giving him little moans and murmurs of encouragement to keep him going. He switched sides, growing more confident, and I gasped out loud when he brought teeth into play. I shuddered in delight. I liked a little biting, as long as it was done right. I never liked pain play. It wasn’t my thing. But if he didn’t stop, I was going to lose my mind.
“Off,” I demanded breathlessly, tugging at his hair. Time for the next test. Nipples were all fine and well, but he’d truly notice the difference when I took off my pants.
He let me push him onto his back, his eyes dark and lust filled as he watched me slide down his body to the ties of his pants. His breath caught when I untied them with my teeth, and I gave him a sultry grin as I pulled them over his hips.
Great goddess, he had a beautiful cock. Long and thick, and drawn up to his belly. He was definitely enjoying what we’d done so far. I trailed my tongue along his length in a quick tease, enjoying the lusty groan that came out of him in response. If things went well, I’d teach him everything he needed to know about giving the perfect blowjob. That wasn’t what right now was about, though, so I gave the tip a quick kiss and pushed away to stand over him.
He watched avidly as I untied my pants. I rolled my hips, pushing them down a little at a time to tease him some more. He wasn’t wrong when he called me a brat. I owned that in my private life. Only when I was working did I put that aside.
When my pants slid down my legs and I kicked them aside, I tried not to let him see that I was holding my breath. I knew he could decide he didn’t like it, but I wanted him to want me. I wasn’t ready to stop.
Luckily, he didn't immediately pull away. He looked more curious than turned off, and when I sank back to my knees, he pulled me closer until I was hovering over him again.
“Like what you see?” I asked breathlessly. Never in my life had I cared so much about a man’s answer to that question. It didn’t matter when I was getting paid. It sure as hell mattered to me now.
“You’re beautiful,” he replied, running his hands up my arms and over my back. “Are you okay?”
I smiled at the question and leaned to kiss him. “I’m horny. Gonna help me with that?”
It was his turn to grin. He tugged me closer, until I was lying on top of him, skin to skin. He drew my lips back to his, devouring my mouth, and I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against him. Oh, yes. Without clothes was a lot better.
He broke the kiss, panting as he asked, “Now what?”
“That depends.” I nipped at his chin playfully. “Do you have any oil?”
I could go without—I’d used spit in the past—but I preferred not to. Especially when taking a cock as big as his.
Thankfully, he nodded and waved his hand toward the little chest by the table. “In there.”
When I raised an eyebrow at him, he flushed a little as he admitted, “I’ve been alone for a while. It makes it better when it’s just me.”
Imagining him oiling up his cock to jerk off made my insides burn. Goddess, the image was sexy. Some other time, I was going to make him show me how he got himself off. A little show just for me, for once.
I crawled off the bedding to search the chest, wiggling my ass enticingly as I looked. He groaned, which was a positive sign that he wouldn’t chicken out when things got moving. Excitement fluttered low in my belly, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from giving away just how eager I was. I was a professional, damn it. I wasn’t some newbie salivating over his first cock.
Snatching the oil, I crawled back to the bed, lying on my back beside him. He rolled onto his side, watching with furrowed brows as I oiled up my fingers and reached between my legs.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes glued to my hand.
“Prepping myself,” I replied with a smirk. “I need to stretch myself to take that gorgeous thing without any pain.”
He looked up, startled, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, shut up. Like a woman could take that without at least a little prep beforehand?”
He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. “It’s not the same.”
“No,” I agreed. “I’m not a woman.”
I wanted to keep reminding him of that, because when it came down to it, he’d said he wasn’t interested in males. I still didn’t know why he was suddenly changing his mind, and I didn’t want him pretending I was something I wasn’t.
He reached for me, running his fingers lightly along my length. “I know.”
Suddenly, I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted to breathe. I removed my fingers, shoved him onto his back, and straddled his thighs as I dumped a healthy amount of oil into my palm. He gasped and shuddered as I slicked up his cock, thrusting into my hand. It only made me want it more. I lined him up at my entrance and sank down, watching his face as his eyes grew large, and he groaned from deep inside his chest.
“Simon…” he gritted out, gripping my hips tightly.
“Yes…” I hissed, my eyes rolling into my head as I took every single inch of him. He filled me up until I absolutely couldn’t take anymore, then kept going, until I was a trembling mess on top of him, and he was buried to the hilt. Shit. Could his dick be any more perfect?
Lifting off a little, I tested the waters, dropping back down. My mouth fell open, and I moaned in delight. He hit every sensitive spot all at once without even trying. Lifting higher, I sank onto him again, a little faster this time, and he shouted in response. I worked myself into a rhythm, up and down his length, until I couldn’t see straight, and Feigrind was groaning almost constantly beneath me.
Without warning, he snatched me against his chest and flipped us, putting me on my back. I didn’t hate the position, but I preferred to be on top so I could control?—
My eyes flew open, and I cried out in surprise as he snapped his hips and hit my pleasure spot dead on. He took the sound as encouragement and did it again and again, hitting that perfect spot inside me each and every time. I writhed and moaned, completely at his mercy. It was shameful, I was supposed to be the experienced one guiding this little experiment, but I couldn’t see straight, much less teach him. I didn’t need to anyway. It was like his dick was made for me, hitting my pleasure spot no matter what angle he fucked me at. Lightning coursed through my system with every thrust, and I completely missed all the signs of my incoming release. It took me by surprise when it slammed into me so hard, my back arched off the blankets and furs.
“Feigrind!” I screamed, shooting cum all the way up my chest from the sheer force of my release. My body clamped down on his as it overtook me, and he shouted in surprise and bucked his hips, dragging out my orgasm until he finally flooded me with his release and collapsed on the bedding next to me.
It was only after I had a few minutes to breathe that I realized what had happened. I’d come completely untouched. That was unheard of for me. I always needed a hand to get me over the edge. But not with Feigrind. His perfect dick took me over the edge without even a squeeze to encourage me.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, eyes wide as I stared at the ceiling of the tent. What the hell had just happened?