16. Zeth #2
That did something magical to him, because as soon as my finger circled his soft flesh, both of Amby’s hands clenched in my hair. He let out a ragged breath as he leaned over me, unraveling. “Yes…” he got out. “Push it in, please…”
How could I deny such a request? My own cock twitched in my hand as I pushed my middle finger slightly into him, then out. Over and over, until Amby moaned so loudly, I was sure if someone was standing outside, they’d hear him.
“Fuck, Zeth, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” He tried to pull out again, but I clutched his hips to show that I wanted all of him. He spasmed against me with a loud, guttural cry, and then claimed my mouth with a heavy thrust that filled me with his release.
He pushed me right over the edge. My mouth became sloppy as I lost my own seed, feeling it wash over my palm while Amby whimpered from above.
My mind drifted to a peaceful place, my muscles loosening in a way they hadn’t for years.
A moment later, Amby stilled and panted, leaning his hand on my shoulder to keep himself upright.
I let him go and melted until my forehead leaned against Amby’s stomach for support too. My body and soul glowed.
Amby panted heavily as he stayed on the wall, unable to move. Or at least, I hoped I did that to him, because that’s how I felt. Empty and floating, yet so incredibly full. And when Amby smoothed my hair back from my face, I felt even better, if such a thing was possible.
“I see stars,” Amby laughed. He tilted his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. His fingers lightly massaged my head, and I grinned like a fool.
My limbs were weak, so I stayed on the floor for a moment and took out my—or rather Amby’s—handkerchief to wipe my hand before pocketing it. I kissed his stomach and purred, “I hope I satisfied you.”
Amby took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up to caress my stubbly jaw. “I’m floating. Thank you.”
“Me too.” I met his affectionate gaze, and he smiled so widely that his dimple appeared. A sight more lovely never existed.
He lowered a hand, and I gratefully accepted the assistance to rise up on shaky legs. Once steady, I tucked myself back into order while Amby did the same, buttoning his shirt but leaving off his tie.
When Amby pouted, my heart constricted, because I realized he was holding in his next goodbye.
I didn’t want that pain again, at least not yet, so before he could say a damn thing, I grabbed his stubborn jaw and gripped him hard until he whined.
Then I kissed him deeply, ensuring he tasted himself on me.
I needed him to want more from me because fuck, I couldn’t get enough of him.
When we parted for air, Amby wrapped his arms around me and pressed his face against my neck to draw in a shaky breath.
My heart flipped. He was hurting too. He trusted me, and I was hurting him.
I felt horrible, but there was nothing I could do about our situation except pull him in tighter to bury my nose into his curls, treasuring the soft tickle of his hair against my cheek.
I would hold him all day, if that’s what Amby needed.
Dammit, couldn’t our situation change? If Amby gave up his dad’s plan of continuing his family’s bloodline, if I asked him for a courting kiss, he could be mine. It would be like a bonus, having him along with his family’s security.
I opened my mouth to ask him, but Amby spoke first.
“You feel so different now,” he said, as his hand pawed my upper arm. “Stronger, taller.”
“Then why do I feel weaker?” I asked like a fool.
“Weak in what way?”
“Well, just that as kids, we were invincible. We flew off barn roofs and rolled in hay stacks, but now…” Now I was scared to risk my heart.
And Amby didn’t dare step off his path. We were both in danger of breaking.
Our planned futures meant unhappy marriages and shared moments like this one.
I imagined waiting for Amby’s lovely eyes to meet mine across a party so we could sneak outside to be together.
I never saw myself as the cheating kind, but if that was the only way to keep him close, then I would.
I finally got out, “It’s just not the same. You know?”
“I know.” Amby’s fingers curled in my shirt around my waist. “Everything was easier when we were younger, wasn’t it? When we didn’t have… responsibilities.”
And that was it. Amby defined our fate with one word: Responsibility. He wouldn’t give up the Somerset legacy for me, and I needed to let him go in order to marry for wealth.
Swallowing, I shut my eyes tight against a wave of disappointment and nodded, glad to have him with me briefly.
I ran a palm over Amby’s hair and shifted to rub his back with strong strokes as we stayed together for a bit longer.
I could almost hear the thoughts swirling around in his lovely head, while mine just stopped.
Once we both relaxed, Amby moved his head and gently kissed my neck before he looked up at me. “Do you want me to help you clean the kitchen? Or I could go out and ask someone I know about the window.” He turned to the hole in the glass.
I glanced at the mess around me, then grabbed Amby’s hand. “Stay, I would love your help.”