Chapter Seventeen #2
Cador’s nostrils flared as he neared. He rubbed himself through his breeches, his cock hardening under Jem’s eyes. “You want this?” he asked, his voice going hoarse. He cleared his throat. “Poor innocent little prince lost in the forest. You’ve found more than you bargained for, hmm?”
Jem nodded. His fingers twitched at his sides. He wanted to yank out Cador’s prick and swallow it whole. His own shaft swelled, trapped by soft fabric. He thrummed with desire and even better—anticipation.
Cador dropped his hands to his sides and ordered, “Take out my prick.”
Eagerly, Jem released it, loving how big the flushed head looked in his hands. He should have waited for more commands but sucked it into his mouth, moaning and swallowing a bitter drop of fluid. Reveling in the fact that Cador was hard for him so quickly.
No, a marauding woodsman who’d captured him. It was a game. It was safe.
“What a pretty little whore you are,” Cador murmured. “No idea what you’re in for.”
A thrill spiraled through him. He sucked harder and deeper, his lips stretching over the hard cock in his mouth. Try as he might, he couldn’t think of Cador by another anonymous name and surrendered to it.
“So eager for me.” Without warning, Cador gripped Jem’s hair and thrust.
Choking, Jem coughed and sputtered, swallowing and trying to breathe. He moaned again, rubbing himself as Cador fucked his mouth. His scalp burned, but the flare of pain when Cador pulled his hair only added to the pleasure.
“Mmm. You’re no innocent. You love it, don’t you?”
Eyes watering, Jem nodded, spit dribbling from the corners of his mouth. Cador pulled out and rubbed his wet tip over Jem’s swollen lips. “Should I come down your throat? Or should I rip down your breeches and fuck your arse? Fuck you until you’re so full of my cum—”
With a groan, Jem spun to his hands and knees in the fallen leaves and dirt, yanking at his buttons and pleading. “ Please .”
Cador was on him in an instant, teeth on his neck, a chuckle in his ear. “Since you asked so politely…” He tugged Jem’s breeches to his knees. “Spread your legs for me.”
He did, as much as he could with the material binding him. He gasped as Cador roughly grabbed his arse cheeks apart and spit on his entrance. “It doesn’t matter,” Jem muttered. “Do it.”
It was easier with oil, but Jem bore down, desperate to be filled and find peace. He was shameless, letting Cador fuck him out in the open. He thought of the last time they’d done this outdoors, when he’d felled the boar and he’d felt so powerful and loved.
A sob welled in him, and he ruthlessly choked it down. This couldn’t be about love. He couldn’t allow it. This was only pleasure and release, a game. This wasn’t them. This was what he needed. To be taken. Consumed.
He dug his fingers into the soft leaves and earth, little whimpers and moans escaping as he was fucked, Cador’s big hands wonderfully rough on him, one fisted in his hair, the other bruising his hip.
“So good,” Cador mumbled. “I want to fuck you forever.”
Jem’s heart constricted, then soared. Yes, forever. He shouldn’t want it, but surrendering was too good to resist. “Yes, yes.” His cock was like iron. He needed to come, but if he moved a hand to touch himself, he’d end up on his face in the dirt. “I need…” he begged.
Cador thrust powerfully. “I know what you need. I’ll give it to you. No one else. You’re mine.”
Jem couldn’t hope to speak now, all cries and moans and sweat-slick body straining. As Cador moved back, he wanted to sob once more and beg him to stay inside. But Cador did, sitting on his heels and hauling Jem with him over his lap.
With a loud rip, Cador tore Jem’s breeches and undergarments right in half, and they groaned in concert as Jem sank down fully, his back against Cador’s chest, their silk shirts damp and sticking. Jem was splayed wide, knees not reaching the ground, the legs of his ruined breeches dangling.
He was incredibly full. He could only gasp for breath, feeling like Cador was inside him so deeply he would rend him in two. But no, Jem was whole, and it was perfect, pain and a soul-deep pleasure combining. Resting his head back on Cador’s shoulder, he moaned.
Cador slid his hands beneath Jem’s shirt to twist his nipples, sending shocks straight to his bollocks. “Tell me what you need.” His whisper shivered over Jem’s ear.
And these words were no game, no command or arrogant demand. This was a plea. With Cador filling him completely, his hands spread over Jem’s chest, not teasing now, but merely holding, it was all too real.
Shuddering, Jem’s eyes burned. He needed Cador so badly. To be able to trust him again. To forgive. He clutched at Cador’s hips. He was going to break. He wasn’t ready. If he asked Cador to stop right now, he knew Cador would.
But Jem couldn’t do it. He would become hollow. He’d surely shatter into a million pieces. There was no going back. Only forward. He swallowed, his throat bone dry. It didn’t hurt anymore where Cador’s cock was buried inside him. He squeezed around that iron flesh.
“I need you. Only you.”
With short, sharp thrusts, Cador fucked him, stroking Jem’s leaking shaft, the fire blazing through Jem erupting into an inferno. His cries echoed through the trees as he came, Cador grunting, their skin slapping where his groin met Jem’s arse.
As Cador found his release, he buried his face against Jem’s neck, his lips soft and breath hot, stubble perfectly rough.
Jem would barely have to turn his head to find Cador’s mouth and kiss him once more.
It had been so long, and it was such a simple pleasure.
Could he forgive his husband and allow this?
Had he already?
Just as he leaned closer, seeking that sweet kiss, their lips a whisper apart, Cador went rigid. Jem blinked at him in confusion, following his horrified gaze. Cador stared down at his own hand, the wings of the dillywig branded on his palm speckled with blood.
“How?” Cador stared at his hand, then Jem. “I hurt you!” Horror creased his face. No, more than that—self-loathing. “How?” he repeated.
Jem hadn’t even realized. He touched his scalp, his fingertips coming away with a faint smear of red. Heart thudding, panic took over. He shook his head violently. “It’s nothing! You didn’t hurt me!”
Cador caught Jem’s hand, peering at the incriminating blood. His brow furrowed. “I didn’t think I pulled your hair that hard.” He sounded absolutely wretched with guilt. “I’m sorry. Gods. I hurt you.” He reached for Jem’s head.
Jem lunged off Cador’s lap and softening prick, then scuttled back like a crab. “Don’t!”
Dropping his head, Cador fisted his hands. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to, I swear it.”
“You didn’t. It’s—I’m fine! Don’t—” he broke off. What was that sound? Snapping twigs, leaves rustling—footsteps. “My breeches!” He scrambled, praying the material would somehow hold and cover him, but it was no use.
Someone was coming, and he was half naked, arse and cock completely exposed. The remnants of his breeches hung from each leg, his light undergarments on the ground.
On his feet, Cador yanked up his breeches and spun around, searching the clearing as if somehow a new pair of trousers or at the very least something to cover Jem would magically appear. Then they whirled together to face the intruder, Cador pushing Jem behind him.
Pasco appeared, and Jem cursed the gods to eternity and back.