Chapter 24 - Hector
HECTOR
Iwasted no time stripping every single item of clothing off my body.
Rushed fingers picked at the buttons of my trousers, hands fumbling to tear them off my legs.
In an ideal world I would’ve given Arwyn the time to undress me himself, but I wanted to eliminate any time that separated me from being filled by his hard cock.
And by the Goddess, was it hard.
I still felt the imprint on my thigh, my arse… anywhere my body had the pleasure of touching it.
The insides of my cheeks hadn’t stopped pricking with saliva since I first kissed him. I salivated just at the thought of what was to come. Arwyn had been my first kiss… something sacred I’d shared after I’d made a pact with myself to never lay my lips on a person.
He was worth the wait.
Arwyn took no more than a minute when he left me. He’d thrown himself up the stairs and disappeared into the shadows of the second floor. By the time he returned, a cool breeze worked over my sweat-glistened skin. But that wasn’t what sent a shiver over every exposed inch.
“Fuck me,” Arwyn gasped, gripping the bannister for support. “That’s a sight to behold.”
He’d stopped on the second to last step, wide eyes devouring me. If I’d closed my eyes, I would’ve felt every place his stare grazed.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him. “Stop eye fucking me and get down here.”
“Let me… I need… just…” Arwyn couldn’t get his words out, not as his focus was fixed to the soft curves of my arse. “This is a view that rivals any other. Don’t rush me as I take it in.”
I laughed at his response, finding it very endearing and extremely sexy. “Come to me, Arwyn,” I beckoned, curling a finger in encouragement. “You aren’t going to stand there for the rest of the night and just look, when you’ve got all of this to touch, taste… take.”
Arwyn took the final step down. I noticed the knuckles of his left fist were paled with tension, clutching a plastic bottle of magically conjured lube. KY-Jelly. The good stuff.
Well, fuck me. Apparently my control was pretty refined.
“Touch? I can do that. Taste?” Arwyn ran a thumb over his lips. “I promise more of that. Take? Baby, I’m going to take you to places of enjoyment you’ve never been to before. But believe me, I want to do more than all of that.”
It was my turn to be lost for words.
Arwyn took careful, poised steps towards me, until his body loomed over me. Bathed in his shadow, my stomach did somersaults at the promises lingering in his bright eyes. “I’m just wondering why you took your clothes off without me? I had plans to undress you with my teeth… slowly and surely.”
“No time.” I rolled over until my arse was pressed to the cold stone, and my elbows kept me upright. “I can’t wait another second.”
Arwyn let out a breathy chuckle. “Obviously not. Although allow me the pleasure to simply express my disappointment that I didn’t get to undress you myself.”
“Want me to get changed again?” I asked, making it clear in my tone what answer I wanted from him.
Arwyn shook his head. “Absolutely not. I like you looking like this.”
“Naked?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” I said. “But the longer you stand around looking at me, the colder I’m getting. So…”
Arwyn didn’t need to be told twice. With his spare hand he practically tore his shirt over his head, throwing it into a pile on the floor.
I got onto my knees and began unbuttoning his trousers.
My sure fingers had no problem freeing Arwyn from his clothing, nor did they fumble when I got him down to his boxer shorts.
Black material clung to his thick, muscular thighs. I ran my thumb beneath the waistband, noticing his equally thick member throbbing with anticipation. It was a serpent locked beneath the confines of a cage.
My mouth watered as I lowered the boxer shorts, freeing the beast Arwyn had hidden beneath it.
I couldn’t take my eyes of it as his cock sprung free, the sheer length of it almost knocking into my jaw.
I ran my nails over the neat patch of hair that crowned the base.
I wanted to run my fingers up through it, and then trace the veins that threaded over the perfect V-shaped muscles above it.
Looking up, I noticed even his chest had short, coarse hairs growing across it.
“My, my, my,” I began. “Your body is the same, but different. Such a beautiful man.”
“As you are,” Arwyn whispered, utterly fixated on me.
Cupping his balls with my cold hand, Arwyn released a pleasured moan. With my other hand I gripped the base of his cock, my fingers barely able to touch around its circumference.
If my tongue wasn’t heavy with desire, maybe I’d have given Arwyn one of my quick comments. But I didn’t think words mattered when the cum-kissed tip of his cock was so close to my lips that one right move and I’d be full of him.
Arwyn, perhaps noticing my hesitation, sunk his long fingers into my hair and held firm. He gazed down the swell of muscles across his stomach, tongue inching over his lower lip.
“Stick your tongue out for me,” Arwyn commanded.
His words sent a wave of heat through me.
I listened, extending the pad of my tongue beyond my lips.
“Good boy.” Arwyn grinned down at me, ear to ear. He took his cock out of my hand, following up with another command. “Now, put your hands behind your back. Don’t you dare touch me until I tell you to. Understand?”
Tongue still poked out, I nodded.
Arwyn guided his cock to my tongue and slapped the thick mound upon it three times. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes—”
Arwyn dove his cock into my mouth, stopping me from answers.
His tip smacked into the back of my throat, choking me. Tears of enjoyment poured down my face.
“Yes, you are!” Arwyn said for me. “Now, suck me, Hector. I want you to show me just how much your body craves me as you drain my balls.”
To confirm his comment, I closed my mouth around his shaft, tongue swirling on the warmed flesh, teeth careful to graze only enough. His grasp on my hair tightened, applying the right pressure between my strands and scalp.
“Touch yourself for me,” Arwyn said, looking down at me with eyes full of pride. “Let me watch as your pleasure yourself.”
Not wanting to prove I was anything but someone to be praised, I did as he asked. Truthfully, stroking my hard member was exactly what I needed to be able to take more of Arwyn inside of my throat. There was something about pleasuring myself that reduced my gag reflex to nothing but a myth.
Arwyn pumped into my jaw, making sure my tongue became familiar with the taste of him. Every now and then he’d use a spare hand and dust the tears off my cheeks, even lifting his thumb back to his mouth and sucking them clean.
As much as I wanted this to last forever, I was either going to finish myself, or reduce my jaw to dust if he fucked my face anymore. And apparently all it took was a thought for Arwyn to get on the same wavelength as me.
“That’s more than enough.” He withdrew himself suddenly.
I leaned forwards, breathless and raked with the promise of the orgasm I nearly gave myself. Tears leaked down my face from overexertion, which seemed to please Arwyn immensely.
“You were doing such a good job, darling,” he praised.
Darling? If there was a single word he could’ve said to make me explode, it was that one.
I cleared my sodden lips with the back of my hand, giving myself another second or four to catch my breath. When I was ready, and only when, I forced out my well-thought-out words. “Lie down on the floor.”
Arwyn’s dark brows rose in jest. “Not even a please in that sentence?”
“Please is the wrong choice of manner to use,” I said, gripping his thighs as I encouraged my numb knees so I could stand up. “Do it now.”
“What should I have said instead?” Arwyn tilted his head to the side, wrapping an arm around my lower back and pulling me close. His other hand gripped the back of my neck and squeezed. “Pretty please?”
“What you should’ve said was thank you,” I corrected. “Because when I’m done with you, you’ll be incapable of saying anything else.”
“Is that so?” Arwyn whispered, bending over enough to press his forehead into mine. “And dare I ask what you are going to do to me?”
“Lie on the floor,” I said, lips brushing his. “And find out.”
Arwyn didn’t need to be told again. Releasing me physically, but not from his attention, he lowered himself onto the cold floor of the old pub.
His hard cock flopped up onto his stomach, far surpassing his belly button as it lay in wait for me.
I spotted where he’d discarded the bottle of lube.
Quickly picking it up, I popped the lid open.
“Strawberry flavour,” I announced, noticing the label as I emptied three very large pumps onto my open palm. “My manipulation of this reality ran deeper than I thought.”
“I put you down for a banana-flavoured person,” Arwyn added as he stroked himself.
“Is that supposed to be a dick joke?” I asked, adding another pump and a half of lube into my palm because… well, Arwyn was the biggest man I’d ever taken inside of me. Goddess knew I’d need all the help I could get.
“Maybe,” Arwyn said with a wink.
“You have so much you need to learn about me,” I replied. “I’m surprised my choice of lube wasn’t already outlined on the list your father has about me.”
Arwyn winced. “Perhaps we don’t talk about my dad either… especially just before I fuck you.”
“Point taken.” I closed my eyes, envisioned the symbol for fire, and clung to it. My intention wrapped around the element, thrusting it out across the pub’s room until the hearth, and every single candle Romy had gathered, billowed in newly lit flames.
Heat bathed us in a wave.
Arwyn released a pleasured sigh. “That’s much better.”
He wasn’t wrong. The kiss of flame itched over my damp skin, sending every hair to standing. With the old magic still thrumming through my veins, I spun around until my back was to Arwyn.
“What are you doing?” he asked.