Chapter 35 Hector
HECTOR
There wasn’t room for any thoughts as Arwyn drove his cock into me. The languid thrusts of his hips drove me wild with lust. It had been a while since he’d climbed into the bathtub with me, and we were still at it. Bodies, minds and souls connected on a level we’d never shared before.
Sex with Arwyn Hopkin was out of this world, but whatever dance we’d entered into this time was so different. Elevated, perhaps. Steady and gentle, as if I was a piece of fruit for Arwyn to savour.
And savour he did.
Arwyn practically carried me out of the bath, and positioned me over the edge of the porcelain lip.
He buried himself in me from the back, a low growl emanating from his parted mouth.
I watched my distorted reflection in the murky water, delighting in my front row view.
My mouth was open and panting, my thighs burning pleasantly from being kept in this position for a while.
I arched my back as Arwyn leaned down and planted soft kisses across my spine. His murmurings of sweet nothings warmed my skin. If my mouth wasn’t gasping with orgasms, perhaps I would’ve said something back. Instead, I did the only thing I could do with confidence—I used my hands.
My touch was the conduit to display everything I wanted to say. My hands reached back and gripped thighs of iron, nails sinking into flesh as if I could anchor myself to Arwyn forever.
“My love,” Arwyn sang in beat with his fucking. “My great love, my only love. You feel so fucking good… you have no idea… I’m mad for you.”
I’d long given up touching myself. My lack of personal pleasure was certainly sending me on a treacherous road to blue balls, but I didn’t want to risk finishing first. Honestly, I didn’t want this to end at all.
But if he spoke like that to me again, I didn’t think I’d need a helping hand to cum all over the side of the bath.
Apparently, Arwyn was suffering the same fate. He withdrew his cock from my arse suddenly, like a sword to its sheath. He spun me around to face him until the room blurred. I cried out at the hot pleasure of his exit, before the sound was captured by Arwyn’s lips.
He was starving, and so was I. Desperately. I wrapped my arms behind his neck, locking them in place. The floor fell away from me as he hoisted me up, his guiding hands encouraging my legs to wrap around his waist.
“How are you feeling?” Arwyn asked the second he tore his lips from mine. “Think you can keep going?”
Breathless, and damp hair a mess, I barely could get one word out, let alone a full answer. “Heaven. If that… makes sense.”
Arwyn chuckled softly, jewels of sweat beaded down his brown skin. “It does. Vividly actually.”
I cocked my head back as Arwyn dove into my neck, feasting on my skin. His teeth nipped dangerously, followed by the long drag of a tongue over newly tender flesh.
“Why… have you stopped?” I forced out, eyes closed as the euphoria of his devouring burned a fire in my groin. “I don’t remember telling you… to stop.”
“Simply taking my time, little kitty,” Arwyn eventually replied.
It was at the use of my nickname that I realised my nails were, in fact, wrecking his muscular back. I eased off, only for Arwyn to tell me otherwise. “Mark me.”
I dug my nails in deeper, leaving claw marks across Arwyn’s tattooed flesh.
“Good boy,” Arwyn moaned.
I couldn’t take it anymore. His praise practically knocked my head from my shoulders. I needed him… right then and there.
“Fuck me,” I counter-demanded. “I can’t bear to exist without you deep inside of me.”
Arwyn growled into my neck as the room shifted.
He carried me, effortlessly may I add, until my back slammed into a wall.
He shifted our bodies enough that the wall behind me acted as support.
Then the burning pressure of his hard cock met my arse once again.
This time, when he entered me, it wasn’t slow.
It was fast and hard, stopping only when he was a good nine-and-a-bit inches buried.
“Fuck,” I cried out, eyes wide to the word as pleasure rocked through me. “Oh, Arwyn. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
An indulgence rippled up my spine, spreading across my back like wings. Thank Hekate that Arwyn was holding me, because my legs wouldn’t have worked in that moment. This position was the gratification I needed. Each press of his long dick against my pleading prostate was enough to make me limp.
“My beautiful, confident, tight boy,” Arwyn said between grunts.
His focus was split between the enjoyment on my face, and his cock as it worked inside of me.
If I wasn’t drunk on sex, I would’ve counted the muscular mounds that protruded from his stomach.
Lined with tattoos, the dips and curves of his chest was enough to drive me crazy.
He was, as ever, a god.
My god.
“You like it?” I gasped, already knowing the answer but desperately needing to hear it from him.
“Like it?” Thrust. “I fucking love it. I’m made for this, made for you. And you take me so well, Hector.”
“I fucking love it too,” I echoed. “I love you.”
Despite the ache in my own muscles, the way my spine was curved against a cold wall, or the premature leak of cum seeping from my cock, I could’ve continued this forever.
But as the universe liked to remind me, luck wasn’t on my side.
Because I was minutes, perhaps seconds, from finishing and I’d yet to take hold of my cock.
Arwyn was magic in more ways that I’d imagined.
“Hell,” Arwyn swore, head thrown back in ecstasy. “I don’t want to disappoint but I’m not going to last much longer, baby.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve never been happier to hear that.”
“Struggling to take me for much longer, love?”
I giggled, sweat glistening across my forehead. “You’ve practically ruined my prostate, Arwyn. You’re breaking me—” I cried out as Arwyn drove deeper, harder. Apparently that was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Cum for me. In me. I want to watch you…”
“You’ve done so well.” Arwyn dusted the dampness from my forehead with a long finger. “I’m so proud of you.”
His words were loaded, but now wasn’t the moment to break them down. Instead, I leaned up as much as I could, grasped the back of his neck and pulled his mouth back to mine. “Kiss me.”
“Gladly.”
As our mouths clashed once again, I was hyper-aware that Arwyn had just taken my cock in his hand.
He continued to fuck me, his pace building into something I’d not felt before.
His wrist moved in tandem, jerking my cock in rhythm.
Our kiss deepened, tongues exploring so vigorously it was like we each were in competition to devour souls.
Our breathing shifted as the end raced towards us. Unconsciously, I tightened my arse around his shaft in beats, all to Arwyn’s pleasure. He cried out into my mouth, as did I into his. I felt the warmth of my cum gather in the pit of my very essence, before it was an unstoppable force.
Arwyn slowed in every manor of the word. His exhaustion wrapped around me, informing me that I was equally as spent.
We separated our kiss, and leaned forwards against one another as we finished together. Not even a second apart.
Arwyn filled me with his seed, whilst mine splattered messily over my stomach, and across his knuckles. Everything became sensitive to the touch. My insides scrambled, my cock aching and balls empty. He eventually slowed to a stop, laughing to himself over me, eyes fixed on mine.
“That was…”
“Heaven, I told you,” I answered for him.
His kissed me tenderly on the mouth, then the tip of my nose and each of my cheeks. His attention to detail was incredible as ever. “If I was a better man, I would do it all over again right now.”
“I’m glad you’re not then,” I replied. “I swear I think I’m not going to walk straight for a few days after that.”
“Then I consider my task complete. Five-star service.”
I small yelp exploded out of me as Arwyn withdrew himself from me. He lowered me to the floor, proving that my legs were useless because I almost fell over. Of course he caught me at the right moment, pulling me into his chest where he held me.
We existed in the middle of a room, the world outside now bathed black with night. How long had it been since the attack? How long since Arwyn had joined me in the bath before he turned my world upside down?
Fuck it, time didn’t matter. Only he did.
My growling stomach decided to ruin the moment.
“Let me clean you up, and then we find some food. Okay?” Arwyn whispered, thick arms clamped around me, refusing to let go.
“You don’t have to do that,” I replied, lips melded with his damp skin. “After what you’ve just given me, you’re the one who needs a break.”
“Fuck a break,” Arwyn said. “It’s my pleasure. It’s the least I can do. Now, are you going to refuse me, or can I get to work?”
I smiled, not caring for anything happening outside of the room, as I looked into the bright eyes of the man I would give up my soul for. “Do as you please.”
Arwyn growled, a spark of his need filling his tired eyes. “Careful. If you look at me like that, I might just have to take you again.”
“Take me? That suggests you don’t already have me.” I looked up, chin resting on the hardness of his chest. “Because let me make this clear, Arwyn. You have me. Body, mind and soul.”
“What about your heart? Is that mine too?”
“Really?” I laid a hand on his cheek, delighting as he leaned into it. “You took my heart a long time ago. It’s been yours.”
“Good, good. Just checking,” he said, patting my arse with the clap of his hand. “Now, let’s get you all cleaned up before Romy and Kai come to check on us. After all the noise we’ve just been making, no doubt they think someone might be hurt in here.”
I blushed at the thought. “I wasn’t that loud.”
Arwyn’s eyes narrowed as he slipped out with a breathy laugh. “Sure you weren’t. Sure.”
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