Chapter 3 #3
“Torin—” I begin, but I get no other words out before Kit leaps up and Torin catches her then guides her into my arms. And without wasting a moment, Quill scales the cliff with ease.
It’s so fast that I barely have time to cry about it before we reach the top.
I hurriedly jump off to get my clothes, and Torin shoves them on me like we’re extremely late for something.
I honestly didn’t know one could be this late for sex.
“Do you want me to get you off now?” I ask with a grin. It could possibly calm him a bit.
“Nope. I am good. Very good, in fact,” he says as he crams my right shoe on my left foot. He’s so fast at it that I don’t even have time to change it before I’m returned to Quill’s back. He puts his pants on, ties his shirt around his neck like some peculiar cape, and leaps on behind me.
“Don’t you dare run this thing back. If Quill starts running, my balls are going to suck themselves up into my body out of fear, and you’re going to have some struggles getting them back out.”
“Well, we can’t have that happen,” Torin says as his beast moves at a walk for the time being. And then a finger pushes the back of my pants down just a little.
“What exactly are you doing?”
“Nothing at all. Why? What’s wrong?” he asks innocently.
“You are not touching me on this creature!”
“I would never do that,” he murmurs while he peppers kisses down my throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His hand, which he’d wrapped around me to make sure I didn’t fall off and get trampled, slides into the front of my pants.
“Nooooo!”
Torin grumbles and his hand retreats just a little. “I’m desperate.”
“I told you I would have gotten you off.”
“Yes, but I want to bury my cock into your tight hole and watch you beg for more,” he whispers in my ear, and dammit does it do things to me. “We could fuck right now. I bet every step Quill makes would drive you down harder on my cock.”
“No! You are out of control,” I say as I grab his hands and pin them in front of me. He proceeds to pout for the rest of the ride, and I try my best not to notice the way his cock rubs against me with every step.
The second Quill reaches the palace, Torin pulls me off him and doesn’t even let my wrong-shoed feet touch the ground while he whisks me up the stairs and through the door. We barely make it inside before my pants are down, and he lifts me up and presses the head of his slick cock against my hole.
“Your pants are still on,” I comment, but he doesn’t care as he lowers me down onto him while I cling to his neck, and it feels fucking amazing when his thick cock opens me up. How did the anticipation of waiting so long make it feel so much better?
I moan as he thrusts into me before pressing my back against the closed door while I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. There’s really some irony to convincing him to get me home so we can fuck in bed only for him to fuck me against the door.
Torin plunges upward, driving his cock deep into me as he pins me against the door.
I’m not sure how much more comfortable this is than that rock, but it feels so incredible that I don’t say a single word about it.
He leaves me panting and moaning, cock dripping…
and then drops me on the bed and fucks me again.
I get so lost in pleasure that I feel addicted to it.
Every thrust of his cock, every caress from his hands just pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
And it feels so damn good.
When Torin is finally worn out and I’m not being drawn back in without hesitation, he presses in tighter against my back as I lie on my side.
My body is exhausted, but I feel so comfortable tucked in his arms. After the last time he came inside me, he never pulled out, instead seeming quite content with his soft dick where it is.
“You’re not falling asleep with your dick still inside me,” I warn. He pretends not to hear me and remains tucked against my back, while I’m over here lost in the sensation of his hand soothingly rubbing down my side, lulling me to sleep.
“It’s happiest there,” he finally murmurs, his breath on my neck a moment before he kisses it. “And then when we wake up in the morning, I’ll already be inside you and can fuck you again.”
And why does that sound so wonderful?
“You have some pretty big wishes,” I say, as if I’m not over here tempted by it myself.
“Maybe,” he replies before he adjusts a little, and I can feel him trying to press in deeper.
I close my eyes and drift a bit, but all too soon something pulls me out of the half-asleep state I was in.
I gently pull away from him, but he’s asleep and doesn’t notice or I’m sure he’d complain about it.
I step into the bathroom and realize that I feel strange.
I walk over to the sink and splash myself with some water, but my skin is extremely hot and my head feels foggy.
My hands, eyes, and legs ache, and Kit won’t stop looking at me in concern.
She glances over at Torin, like she wants me to alert him, but I shake my head.
“I’m fine, don’t wake him,” I reassure her.
Picking up a towel, I wet it before draping it over my neck. Then I crawl back into bed and tuck myself against Torin. He reaches out and grabs me, sliding me in close and holding me tightly against his chest without ever opening his eyes.