21. Cass #2
I positioned myself between his thighs, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of him spread out beneath me. His cock was already softening slightly, but I knew that wouldn’t last long once I got started. Linden had the kind of recovery time that most guys could only dream about.
“I need to prep you,” I said, reaching out my hand. “Can you conjure more of that lube for me?
“Yeah,” he nodded, drawing the symbol in the air and filling my palm with sticky liquid.
“You’ve never done this before, right?”
He shook his head, and I could see the nervousness flickering across his features despite the love still shining in his golden eyes. “No. Not with a person. I’ve used my fingers though…” His cheeks turned bright red. “But I trust you.”
Those four words hit me harder than I expected. He trusted me. It meant more to me than I could express.
I warmed the lube between my palms before working a finger inside him slowly, carefully.
He tensed at first, but I kept talking to him, murmuring reassurances and praise as his body gradually relaxed around me.
Another finger joined the first, then a third, stretching him open with patient deliberation.
“You’re doing so good, big guy,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss his chest. “Just keep breathing.”
His hands gripped my shoulders, his nails digging in slightly as I worked him open. I could feel his magic responding to the sensation, flickering beneath his skin like it wasn’t quite sure what to do with this new experience. It was beautiful, watching him surrender control like this.
“Okay,” he said finally, his voice strained. “I’m ready. I want you inside me, Sparks.”
I positioned myself carefully, taking my time as I pushed inside him. He was tight, and I had to go slow to keep from hurting him. His entire body was tense, his breathing shallow.
“Breathe,” I instructed gently. “Just breathe. It’ll feel better in a second.”
And it did. I felt the moment his body accepted me, the tension melting away as he relaxed around my cock. His hands loosened their grip on my shoulders and instead started to roam across my back, pulling me closer.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “Oh god, Cass, you feel—”
“It’s good, right?” I smiled, starting to move in slow, shallow thrusts. “Just let me take care of you.”
I set a careful pace, watching his face constantly for any sign of discomfort. But what I saw instead was wonder. Pure, unadulterated wonder, like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. Like he was experiencing something he never thought he would.
Our magic crackled between us again, more subdued now, but building. However, that was nothing compared to the moans now escaping Linden’s lips. His legs, despite resting on my shoulders, were still shaking, his entire body quaking with pleasure.
“Oh god…” he groaned, throwing his head back as he bit his lower lip. “Fuck. That feels… so fucking good…”
I kept my pace steady and measured, not wanting to rush this moment. This was his first time bottoming, and I wanted to make it something he’d remember fondly. Something that would make him want to do it again and again.
“You’re taking every inch of me,” I murmured, leaning down to trail kisses over his pecs. “You’re perfect, Linden. So fucking perfect.”
His hands pulled me closer like he couldn’t get enough of me. I could feel his magic building beneath his skin, that golden glow intensifying with each thrust of my hips.
I increased my pace gradually, testing how much he could handle, watching for any sign that I needed to slow down. But Linden just kept asking for more, his hips rolling up to meet mine, his legs tightening around my shoulders.
“Harder,” he gasped against my lips. “Please, Sparks. I can take it.”
So I gave it to him. I fucked him with more force, my cock driving deep inside him with each thrust. The sounds he was making, those breathy moans and gasps, were going straight to my already rock hard cock.
The northern lights overhead seemed to pulse in time with our movements, like they were responding to the intensity of what was happening between us.
“That’s it,” I groaned, feeling my own orgasm starting to build. “Take it, big guy. Take all of me.”
His entire body went rigid beneath me without warning and his hole clenched around my cock as he came without even touching himself.
The sight of him losing control like that, because of me, sent me over the edge right behind him.
I buried myself deep inside him one final time and let go, filling him with everything I had.
We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, both of us gasping for breath. The northern lights were still dancing overhead, softer now, like they were winding down from their performance. I could feel Linden’s heartbeat thundering against my chest, gradually slowing to a more normal rhythm.
We lay there for a long time, just existing silently in the aftermath.
We didn’t have to exchange words to know how we felt.
Both of us, I was certain, could feel it.
There was a bond between us now that went far deeper than just hookups in the dorm rooms. This was something far more complicated and wonderful.
Linden’s arms stayed wrapped around me, and I made no move to pull away. As the cold started to settle in again, he reached back, pulling a large, thick blanket out and covering both of us. We shifted position until I was practically laying on his chest.
And there, under the stars in his grove, I drifted off, knowing that every silent wish I’d ever made had come true.