Chapter 23 - Arwyn
ARWYN
Hector Briar devoured me, and I submitted to him willingly.
His soft mouth crashed into mine, our lips melding as one in milliseconds. I melted beneath him as his tongue darted like a vicious serpent, tangling with mine. I was full of the taste of him—open skies, summer breeze, and a sweetness that could’ve made even the ripest of apples jealous.
I held on to him with such contention that if the universe decided to split us up in that moment, it would’ve failed.
I hardened instantly. My cock throbbed with a desperate need, pressing out against the tight embrace of my boxer shorts.
To my pleasant surprise, aided by the press of my hands against Hector’s lower back, he arched into me.
His body rubbed and writhed over my hardness, teasing cum to leak out of my tip from the use of his mouth and the promise of his body alone.
Touch starved from months without him and I was ready to combust from a single kiss.
Somewhere beyond the euphoria, I recognised the telltale crack of wood. In the next few seconds we’d gone from lounging in a chair with Hector strewn atop me, to sprawled on the ground, surrounded by the remains of said chair that’d snapped beneath our combined weight.
“Uh oh,” Hector gasped, lips bruised pink from the vicious kiss. His infectious smile grew as he looked around at the damage we’d already caused. “I think we’ve made a mess.”
Not nearly as messy as what we’re about to create.
“You could burn the pub down to ash and cinders and I wouldn’t care,” I replied, meaning every word.
Hector’s eyes narrowed on me, full of wanting and desire. “Am I that good of a kisser?”
“I don’t think there are enough words to eloquently describe just how fucking good your lips are against mine,” I answered.
Hector positioned himself atop my groin, straddling his legs on either side of mine. There was no doubt in my mind that the added pressure he gave to his arse as it sat directly atop my stone-hard cock, was deliberate.
“Spare your voice and write me a poem,” Hector said, a sly smirk playing at his swollen lips. “I want that answer immortalised.”
“When my hands aren’t full, maybe I will. But for now you’re going to just have to listen to me. You, Hector Briar, are everything I have ever wanted.”
Slowly, with the poise of a lion marking their prey, Hector leaned over me. His blonde hair hung in curtains beside his face, arms shaking as they fought to hold him up. I leaned my neck off the floor, wanting to close the space between our mouths again.
Hector stopped me with a single scolding look. “What’s the rush?”
I dug my fingers into the soft skin of his thighs. “I think you already know the answer to that, you wicked little witch.”
Hector ground himself on me, spurred on by the title he once favoured. “Maybe this isn’t the right time, or even an appropriate time considering Romy and Kai are trying to rest upstairs,” he whispered, devious gaze boring into me. “But would you do me the honours and…”
I didn’t even need him to finish what he was asking of me.
“It would be my honour, Hector.” My nerves and excitement got the better of me.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask of you,” he replied.
From the way he rocked his arse back and forth atop my cock, I thought I knew exactly what was coming from his request. I slid my hands up to rest them on either side of his hips, keeping the momentum up. “I have a pretty good idea actually, but ask away if that makes you feel better.”
As Hector pondered my bratty tone, I ran a tongue across my lower lip, delighting in the taste of him. I’d missed a note before—vodka hissed beneath the sweet note of cranberry juice. It was fresh and sharp, two contrasting tastes that worked perfectly.
And I wanted more, so much more. I wanted every inch of him… nothing spared.
“Make love to me, Arwyn,” Hector commanded, eyes not blinking for a second. “I want you to claim my body and do with it as you wish.”
If it was even possible, my cock grew larger… harder. I groaned, balls aching with the need of release. There was a chance I wouldn’t even make it to the ‘naked’ stage without coming, hands free.
“Say something,” Hector persisted, reminding me I was just staring up at him like a weirdo.
I cleared the pesky lump in my throat his words conjured. “I don’t think I can begin to explain just how much I have craved to hear such sentiments leave your pretty little mouth, Hector.”
He leaned in closer, his blush lips just an inch away from mine. “If you’d like, I could put this pretty little mouth to work?”
A fire already burned in the pit of my stomach, but his question turned those flames into a world-ending inferno. “Yes,” I gasped, barely able to get that word out from the lump formed in my throat. “I’d like that. A lot.”
“Struggling for words?” Hector whispered, mocking my fumbling reply.
I shook my head. “No, I have an abundance I could share with you, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”
“Try. I dare you.”
Fuelled by the undiluted need in Hector’s blue eyes, I rocked up fast, spun his body around and laid his back out on the floor. He released a chirp of surprise that turned my need for him up to boiling.
“That’s better,” I sang, peering down at him. “Hector Briar, laid out on his back for me, now that’s a sight I can get used to.”
Hector was breathless from the sudden shift of positions. A small giggle escaped his parched lips, the sound enough to make me cum on demand. “I’d tell you to take a picture because it lasts longer, but I don’t think Bahmet has digital cameras in a place like this.”
“Let’s keep the demon’s name out of this for now, okay? I don’t think my boner will last if you mention it again.”
“Noted.”
Hector tried to reach for my face, to lay gentle fingers across my cheek.
Normally, I would’ve let him. Instead, I gathered his left wrist up, and then his right.
In my one hand he was so small and delicate, even though I knew that what lurked beneath his smaller frame was far from something to disregard.
Hector didn’t fight me as I gathered both his wrists up, guided his arms over his head and forced them into the cold stone ground. “Before we continue, I want to understand your intentions,” I said.
“Are they not clear enough already?” Hector asked, lifting his hips off the floor and forcing his groin into mine. “From the way your body is reacting to me I think you already know the answer.”
A growl ruptured out of the deepest parts of me. Hector smiled, enjoying every second of the power he held in that moment. “I need to hear you consent to me, with your words, Hector.” There was a slight shake to my voice, one that Hector noticed and enjoyed. “Plain and clear.”
If he told me that this would be nothing more than a passionate kiss, a slow step on the path from enemies to lovers, then it would be enough for me. However, if Hector said he wanted more… I would throw myself off into the abyss and let him have everything and more.
“So be it.” Hector’s eyes narrowed to sultry windows into his soul.
“I, Hector Briar, would like nothing more than for you to flip me on my stomach, strip me down to my skin, and bury your cock deep inside of me.” Hector spoke with clear inflexion.
Not a single syllable was wasted. “Does that work for you, Arwyn? If not, I know a little Greek. I could try to say it in—”
I pressed my lips back atop his, silencing Hector’s sarcasm.
His soft groan forged into my throat as my tongue explored his.
At first, the kiss was slow. It was soft and gentle, the other side of the coin we always seemed to flip.
I’d craved Hector in ways I couldn’t even begin to explain to myself.
Ways in which only his company would be enough to satisfy me.
But this, the proximity, the intense emotion that seemed to be shared from our mouths alone, was more than I could’ve ever believed possible.
His teeth nipped at my lower lip, drawing blood. I gasped, pain and pleasure forming one new and exciting emotion. I pulled back, enough to lift a thumb to my mouth. When I drew it, the pad was coated in bright red blood.
“What was that for?” I asked, secretly wanting more.
Hector looked seriously up at me, his smile no longer gracing that beautiful mouth of his. “Never lie to me again. Okay?”
“Of course I won’t,” I panted, feeling the weight of his request crash into me like the pounding of several fists. “Never. Ever. I promise.”
Apparently, that was enough for Hector. His smile returned, the devious and needing desire lighting those incredible eyes.
I didn’t know what I expected him to say next, but the words that came out were a pleasant shock.
“There is lube upstairs in the bedside drawers. I spotted it earlier. Turns out my subconscious didn’t only conjure my favourite drinks, but other necessities too. ”
I read the request beneath his words, pushed off him and stood. “I’ll be back in a second then.”
Hector rocked up on his elbows, hair dishevelled, cheeks flushed with the promise of life. “Hurry.”