Chapter Fifteen #2
He knew as he spoke the words that Cador wouldn’t truly do him harm. Trapped by his muscular body, touched by hands that could snap his neck like a twig, Jem knew with every thump of his heart that Cador would keep him safe.
Cador groaned, gripping Jem’s face and kissing him hard. “Little prince,” he murmured.
Jem’s heart soared with an askell’s wings. For the first time, that didn’t sound like an insult. He cried out at the searing thrust of Cador’s shaft, the thick flesh like iron as it impaled him.
And gods, it did hurt. Head back and neck arched, Jem squeezed his eyes shut. He took shallow gasps through his mouth, fighting the tears that threatened to leak.
His hole was stretched more widely than he’d thought possible. He was so full of Cador that he would surely be cleaved in two. Where Cador had devoured him before, now he would shatter him.
Yet Jem did not shatter nor break. He was bent practically in half, the bristle of Cador’s wiry hair at the base of his prick scratching the sensitive skin around his hole.
His seized lungs expanded, and he sucked in air gratefully, eyes burning.
Cador was seated in him fully, the entire length and girth of his prick inside.
Jem dug his fingers into Cador’s thick arms, feeling the tension in his corded muscles as Cador held himself still.
Lips ghosted over Jem’s face, pressing into the corners of his eyes, kissing gently as he murmured something Jem couldn’t make out.
When Cador captured his mouth, Jem tasted the salt of his own tears.
He gasped into Cador’s kiss, the burning pain in his arse easing. He squeezed his inner muscles cautiously. In response, Cador pushed a hand between them and grasped Jem’s shaft. It had gone soft, but it was the work of only a few slick strokes to unleash a river of fiery blood flooding south.
Against all odds, pleasure coursed through Jem’s veins like a surging tide from his bollocks.
With his arse stretched, his body deliciously full, and now Cador’s surprisingly nimble fingers teasing his cock, Jem forgot any lingering pain.
He asked, “How?” Then he cringed and waited for Cador to scorn his ridiculous question.
But Cador didn’t laugh at him. He only pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “You’re made for my cock. You’re going to come with me inside you,” he whispered. “Even though it hurts.”
He moved, only little nudges at first, still buried to the hilt inside Jem’s body.
Jem whimpered, but Cador nuzzled and kissed him, his patient tongue opening Jem’s mouth the way his cock unfurled his body.
Movements grew in tiny increments until he retreated almost all the way, only the head of his prick inside Jem.
Jem clenched at him, his own cock straining between their bodies, Cador’s clever hand still teasing it. Cador captured his gaze and asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“What else have you been doing?” Jem blurted.
Cador laughed, a rumble from his chest and cheeks dimpling. He looked younger when he laughed like this with true happiness, not the short, caustic barks of derision or grudging snorts. He looked beautiful , and Jem had to kiss him, pulling down Cador’s face to taste his joy.
When they gasped for breath, Jem begged, “Fuck me. Please.”
Cador wasted no time thrusting deeply. They cried out in unison, groans and grunts filling the air with a song of soul-deep pleasure. It still hurt, but that was nothing now to the bliss building in Jem’s bollocks, soaring through his bent body, in every bead of sweat slicking his skin.
Cador was flushed and sweaty as he fucked Jem powerfully—although not too hard, clearly still reining himself in, unwilling to cause Jem any true pain. Jem’s chest tightened, his heart too big, and he wanted to kiss Cador forever.
Yet all he could do now was be fucked, jerking with Cador’s thrusts, hands scrabbling at slick muscles, keening cries escaping open lips. It was better than he’d ever imagined. It consumed him body and soul, and he burned for even more. He needed to come. He needed Cador’s seed filling him.
Cador seemed to know, and where his hand had only been loosely fisting Jem’s shaft, now he stroked with renewed purpose.
“Come for me, my little prince. Fly.” He reached down with his other hand and pressed on the sensitive skin behind Jem’s balls.
The pressure of Cador’s shaft inside and his clever hands had Jem’s bollocks tightening before they erupted.
The world was soaring and endless as Jem came, crying Cador’s name, his spine arched and mouth open. Helpless, he shook and shuddered. As the pressure subsided into trembling aftershocks, Cador thrust with renewed vigor, filling Jem with his seed, his shout of pleasure echoing off the timber roof.
Pinned with Cador’s shaft still inside him, Jem wrapped his shaking legs around Cador’s waist. He’d finally done it. He’d lived his fantasies—although there were so many more he was already eager to explore. And if this was all a dream, he’d blissfully sleep forever.