Chapter Twenty
“Oh, I know that look,” Fenwick said as I stepped into his office.
I decided to pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about. “I’ve come down to check on feed and store cupboard stock levels. See if there’s anything over and above the quartermaster’s usual order we need to consider?”
“We’re all good at the moment,” Fenwick said, a right dragon shit grin spread across his face. “You know it’s strange sometimes, you never know what it is that gets into a dragon.”
I frowned. “Is there something the matter with Salvadora?” Oh, lord had I missed something in my distraction?
“And sometimes it’s as plain as the expression on your face,” Fenwick near laughed.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Well I wasn’t going to admit to it.
Fenwick laughed, then looked up at someone at the office door. “How’s Dora, Jimny?”
Jimny came to the door and leaned on the jamb, he frowned. Then he looked at me and chuckled too. “Oh that explains it.”
“Explains what?” I demanded.
“Well yesterday, Dora was antsy, but today, she’s virtually preening.”
“Preening?”
Oh yes, Dora said inside my head. You lucky man.
Oh Gods.
I looked back to Fenwick.
“About bloody time,” he said.
“Yeah,” Jimny said. “There’s nothing better than being sucked off by a man you have to salute when he stands up.”
Fenwick looked up at him and raised his brows. “Well, there’s being sucked off by a man who has to salute you when he stands up.”
“I wouldn’t know.” Jimny walked over to the desk and leaned over, kissing Fenwick hard.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever tasted.” He pecked the stable master’s lips again and stood up.
“Oh, if you’re looking for stock to order, we need more Balnip root.
The pot I was just putting back has green spot. ”
“No, you’re alright,” Fenwick told me. “That was on the list I gave Ibrahim, I just haven’t got around to burning old stock. It’s on my to do list for today.”
I acknowledged that and waited. Looking between the two of them.
“Was there something else, Flight Sergeant?” Fenwick answered.
“Not really,” I grinned back at him. “Just thought I’d give the pair of you a chance to laugh at me some more. The Gods know I deserve it.”
“Maybe,” Fenwick said easily. “What you really deserve is to be happy. I’m glad to see it.”
“Of course, you could have got there sooner,” Jimny stated.
“Yes, I could have,” I agreed and stood.
“Have you discovered the blessings of olive oil, yet?” Jimny asked as we left the office together.
I paused and frowned at him. “Been cooking with it for years.”
Behind us I heard Fenwick laugh.
“Yes,” Jimny grinned, “but now you might want to play with it.”
* * *
My day shift over, I found Ang was neither in his office nor our rooms. So I headed down to the training room. The warmth of the air surprised me as I descended, and by the time I reached the cave, it was positively balmy. Sweat gathered under my clothes.
Ang had lighted only a handful of candles, so the room was dim.
I could see him easily, sitting cross legged and naked near the centre, in front of the iron pillar that reached down to the sea.
The way that pillar glowed red told me it was the source of the heat.
And the possible cause of that was Ang pouring a lot of electrical power into it.
“Ang?” I asked as I reached the bottom step. “Is everything all right?”
“Very,” he said. “Now you’re here. Get naked.”
I blinked at the abrupt demand but was more than happy to oblige.
The room lit up stark white as I undressed, Ang releasing another sustained bolt of lightning from his fingertips.
Naked was instantly freeing, though the heat became sticky on my skin as it prickled in anticipation. I carried the glass bottle with me.
“How long have you been down here?” I asked.
“Long enough to have depleted much of my excess energy. Remember I told you my magic responds to my emotions? You create a lot of emotion for me, I have to deplete it not to risk hurting you.” He turned, ran his eyes over me, his lips twitched seeing my readying cock.
“Much of the energy is returning now I see your magnificence again.”
I matched his grin. “What happened to controlling one’s emotions?”
“After what has happened between us, I did not think there was a need to.”
“Not privately,” I agreed.
He leaned back and I was offered the perfect view of his swelling rod. “What’s in the bottle?”
“Olive oil.”
His lips curled in a full smile. “I hear that’s very good for massages.”
I just grinned. “I hear it’s very good for other things.” I moved to join him on the floor.
“No, don’t sit, yet.” He faced me properly, sitting back on his heels. “There is something I would like to try if you are willing to risk it.”
I swallowed, loving the way his eyes had darkened with desire. “I’m willing.”
“Put the bottle down. Broken glass is not welcome when we’re both bare foot.”
“Always so safety conscious, Flight Captain.” I put the bottle on the ground and straightened, offering a salute.
“Are you mocking me?” he asked.
Reaching out I stroked his cheek. “Just demonstrating the respect I have for you.” And realising that Jimny had been right.
His answering grin made my rod jump. That dragged his eyeline down and his breathing changed, quickened. “If what I do makes you uncomfortable, or hurts, say and I will stop.”
“I trust you.”
Those lovely long fingers moved towards my ankles but never touched.
I felt the warmth, tingles rising. My heart sped up.
I saw the faint flashes as tiny sparks of electricity jumped from his hands to my skin.
There was no pain, just a tingle and a tickle as he moved his hands up.
Our gazes locked, he moved up to his knees, and his hands rose to my hips.
I could feel his power pulsing through me, wave after wave of stimulation.
I breathed through it, loving it. Then I felt his breath on my erection and was nearly lost. I threw back my head, gasping for air, sweat dripping off me.
“By the Nine, Ang, you’ll make me explode.”
His laughter tickled almost as much as his movement. “Not yet.” The power touch stopped and he reached out and caught up the oil bottle. His hungry gaze met mine again. “Do you know how to use this?”
I sank to one knee and kissed him. Those lips tasted of salty sweat, the lingering musk of our nighttime, indeed morning time, activities. “Teach me.”
“Are you sure?” Ang asked.
I kissed him quickly again. “Very sure. With you, I want it all.”
This time he grabbed my head, kissing me hard, deepening the kiss as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, dominating me, mastering me in the most delicious, uncontrolled way. When he broke the kiss we were both gasping for air. “I’ve waited so long for you.”
“You have me now.”
I moved to all fours and heard his breath catch.
He reached out and I felt the trace of his fingers down my spine.
Excitement mixed with the incredible sensation of his controlled power buzzing from his skin to mine.
He rose to his knees again and leant over, his lips kissing my neck, then slowing, lips and touch danced down my spine and back up.
Even the caress of his long hair added to the melody of sensation playing through me.
My groan was pure need. “Please, Ang. Please.”
His warm chuckle melted my bones as he licked his way back down my spine.
Further this time, to my coccyx. I closed my eyes, both dreading and eager for what was to come.
He moved between my knees, I felt those hands cupping my buttocks, spreading me wider.
His primal groan made my balls tighten. Then I felt his breath blowing on my puckered hole.
I gasped when the warmth of his hot tongue pressed against the spot.
Dizzy with need I could feel the heat rolling off his face as the hard tip of his pointed tongue traced my ring. Then the hot width of it pressed over me entirely. I had never experienced anything like this before. It was sublime.
“You like this?” he whispered.
“Gods, yes!”
He shifted again. I felt the wet heat of his tongue on the underside of my balls, pressing up over the skin behind and returning to my ring.
“Ang,” I begged when he paused. “Please.”
“No need to rush,” he said softly. “I want to savour our time together.”
Then, I felt it, the first drip of oil. It fell at the top of my crack and rolled lazily downward. Ang paused and I imagined him there watching the movement of oil over skin. Then a second drop became a short drizzle, and I felt his fingers spreading it over me.
My heart hammered in my ears at the first press of his thumb over my hole. He was massaging me, rubbing the oil into the pucker.
I groaned at the slow sensual touch. I didn’t deserve such treatment, such adoration, but I adored it, adored him. A little more oil was drizzled onto me, then his digit moved, the pressure changed and I felt his thumb press inside, not far, not hard, but inside. My cock jerked in response.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes.” It was little more than a sigh.
“You want more?”
“Yes,” I begged.
The digit inside me began to move, not to deepen the touch, simply to ensure that he touched every part of me. I was so disappointed when he pulled away, but then I felt it, the intrusion of his finger. This time he pushed in deeper.
“Any pain—”
“The only pain is the waiting. I want you.”
He pushed his finger right up inside. I could feel his knuckles pressing into me on the surface.
A few thrusts like that and I could feel my need bubbling up.
He pulled his finger back until only the tip was inside me.
Then I felt added pressure. When he pushed in, two fingers were inside me. I had never felt anything like it.
He pushed in again, this time scissoring his fingers wide and together again.
He thrust and moved, touched me in places I didn’t even know I had, then he found the spot.
I whimpered with desire. His fingertips started to gently circle and bliss oozed through my body.
My own erotic electricity zinged up my spine.
I hadn’t thought this could possibly feel so good.
“Ang!” I was close, my back curved in readiness, but he pulled back.
“Soon,” he whispered. “Soon.”
More oil was dribbled over me, into me. A few more thrusts, then he pulled back. I felt stretched by the press of three fingers. I breathed through the pain, it was slight in comparison to the joy he was drilling into me.
I heard him move the oil bottle again, but felt no drizzle, he pulled out and his breathing stuttered as he oiled himself up.
This was going to be it, I was about to give myself to this man completely.
My stomach clenched. This was so new, I was nervous.
I didn’t know what would happen, but I knew I wanted to give him everything possible.
Glass scraped against stone as the bottle was put down.
I felt the pressure of his thumb over me again. It slipped inside much easier this time.
“More,” I begged.
A second thumb was pressed inside. I felt the pressure building as he stretched me with his thumbs, preparing me for his rod. I knew I had to relax to make this easier for us both, but it was difficult to do with the unfamiliarity and excitement building inside me.
Then I felt it. The hot tip of his rod pressing up beneath his thumbs.
I leaned into him, pressing my back down to give him better access, loving the groan that escaped him.
One thumb pulled back, the heat and boneless pressure of his rod just tipping inside.
The other thumb pulled back and the blunt end of him was pressed against me, but not into me.
“Ang. More. Please.”
“Try to push me out,” his words were gasped. The pressure behind me not abating.
“But I want you in.”
“Trust me.”
His hands held me close. I pushed down. I could feel him pressing up, pressing in.
“Relax.”
I did and we both cried out as my retreating muscles helped ease him inside.
The stretch was burning bliss. I had the tip of his rod inside me.
My first time. He must have lubricated himself well as I felt the presence of his flesh prod into me.
The movement was easier after the first inch. Then he stopped.
“That feels so good,” I told him.
“Oh, Sully.” There was a new note to his voice. The man who did not emote was breathless and raw with lust. “I have imagined this a million times. Yet watching my flesh disappearing into yours surpasses every fantasy. You are so beautiful. So tight.”
His hands caressed my buttocks, curling around my hips. “More?”
“Please.” I groaned eagerly.
He started slow and easy, pressing in a little way, allowing me to adjust, then pulling out, to press in a little further. I sobbed when at last I felt his balls touch mine. His whole length inside me.
“Sully,” he panted. “I have to…”
Then he started to move in earnest, pulling out and pushing in again.
Hard, high, and heavy. Every nerve caught fire, the burn incinerated all doubts.
The slurp and slap of our flesh, his heaving breathing, every grunt and groan that we both expelled, was music to my ears.
His fingers dug into my hips, guiding me and pulling me onto his hardness.
I felt him so far inside I could almost taste him.
My balls twitched tight to the repeated patting of his.
Then he cried out my name, thrust hard and deep. I screamed my own pleasure and his lightning arced over my head as he lost control and his hot stream filled me, and mine cast white rivulets over the floor.
His hand returned to my hip, keeping me pressed deep on his cock. I felt his tremors in the afterglow.
Then slowly, carefully, he lay his torso down over mine, kissing the back of my sweat slicked neck.
“You are mine now,” he whispered gently.
“Truly.”