Chapter 52 Peytor
Chapter Fifty-Two
Peytor
“Give,” I growled into his ear. “I’m going to give.”
Lex released my cock and suddenly stepped back, shucking his shirt and peeling off his pants as he went. I hesitated only slightly, not because of what we were about to do, but because of who I was about to do it with.
I hadn’t lain with a man since Finian, and the realization caused the breath to hitch slightly in my lungs as I watched Lex’s impressive cock spring free from the confines of his pants.
A flicker of hesitation, a moment of silence. That’s all it took for Lex to realize I was no longer present in this moment, that my mind had trailed down darker paths. Paths that had nothing to do with the man in front of me and everything to do with the one who left me.
“Peytor?” Lex asked, voice hesitant and quiet as he slowly approached, hand splayed outward as if afraid I would run.
My eyes darted around, and I gulped audibly as Lex’s palm landed lightly on my shoulder, fingers squeezing and grounding me in this moment.
“Peytor?” he repeated.
I squeezed my eyes closed before releasing a large breath and opening them once more to see Lex’s gaze full of concern. Instantly, I relaxed. Embarrassment and relief warring for domination as my cheeks blushed for reasons other than my arousal.
“Where did you go just then?” Lex asked, hands caressing my arms.
“I’ve only been with Folami since—since Finian died,” I whispered. Lex’s eyebrows rose fractionally.
“I see,” he said. “Would you like to stop? Is it too much?”
I shook my head slowly, then again a bit faster and more assured. “No.”
Lex hummed, continually stroking my arms. “Okay. But if it gets to be too much, you need to tell me. Do you have a safe word?”
“A safe word?” I nearly choked on my spit.
Lex’s lips twitched briefly before sobering once more. “Yes, they’re very important. Especially when we’re dealing with past traumas and potentially multiple partners . . .”
His words trailed at the end, and my cheeks heated as I conjured all sorts of filthy images of the four of us together.
Lex smiled knowingly. “How about you just say his name? Finian, was it?”—I nodded—“Then I’ll know to stop if you say Finian.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Now, I think it’s time you let me finally see what you’ve hidden beneath those clothes, Lord d’Aelius.”
The honorific, while incorrect, shot a bolt of molten heat through my veins, causing my cock to strain against my pants once more. I gulped and slowly released the fastenings on my pants to give my erection room to breathe while I worked at shucking my shirt.
Lex’s palms left my arms just long enough for my shirt to come off before landing on my heated, bare skin.
Instantly, goosebumps spread down my arms, and my nipples pebbled with the contact.
His callouses rasped against my skin as he smoothed his hands up and down my arms and chest with long, dragging strokes.
“Pants,” Lex rasped lowly, eyes fixed on my flexing abdomen and the stripe of darker hair that disappeared into my waistband. I looked down, carefully cataloging the differences in our bodies, and audibly gulped when I saw his sizable erection dripping precum as it twitched beneath my gaze.
“Let me see you, feel you.” His whisper was all the goading I needed to quickly unlace my pants. My knuckles occasionally brushed the soft, wet head of his cock, both of us panting and shuddering at the sensation.
In short order, my pants were unlaced and pushed to the ground. I hurriedly stepped out of them, flinging them waywardly away, standing naked before Lex.
His gaze hungrily combed my form, snagging occasionally on points of interest like the small white scars from the mines until he stopped completely at the sight of my dick.
“You’re much thicker than I anticipated,” he admitted. Proudly, I gripped the base of my erection and stroked root to tip, pushing a bead of precum out. I gathered it in my palm before spreading it down my shaft, lubricating myself.
I husked a short laugh while I watched Lex stroke himself in time with the cadence of my hand. “You’re longer than I thought you’d be. Prettier, too.”
Lex smiled roguishly but said nothing as he took a small step forward until the heads of our cocks barely brushed.
I sucked in a breath, heart pounding with the innocuous touch.
“How do you want me?” he asked. “On the floor? On my hands and knees? Bent over the desk?”
Each of his suggestions conjured carnal images that nearly had me coming in my hand. I stopped stroking with a pained groan and threw my head back, eyes closed.
“On your back,” I rasped to the ceiling. “Knees against your chest.”
I felt rather than saw Lex moving and nearly shouted when I felt his warm, wet mouth encircle the head of my cock. My eyes flew open in shock, only to lock onto his chocolate irises, staring up at me with wanton lust and desire.
Lex’s head bobbed up and down my erection, his nose brushing my pubic bone, and his tongue caressing the underside of my shaft with each stroke.
“Fuck,” I muttered, winding his darker hair through my fingers and pulling slightly. “Fuck, that mouth.”
Lex hummed and took me straight to the back of his throat, swallowing around my length.
“Shit, you don’t have a gag reflex,” I remarked with awe. Lex chuckled, the sound vibrating along my cock and down into my balls.
I pulled his head off with a wet pop.
“No,” he said with a smile that crinkled the edges of his eyes. “Years of sucking Ilyas’ cock meant I had that trained out of me.”
“That’s fucking hot,” I blurted, much to Lex’s amusement.
“Just wait until you can watch me take him to the hilt while you’re buried in my ass.”
My cock jumped, heat rushing down my spine as I fought off an orgasm from the erotic visual.
“On your back,” I rasped.
Lex climbed to his feet with a chuckle before crossing the room to the small cot against the wall. There wasn’t much room to work, but it would be enough.
As soon as Lex’s back hit the cot’s mattress, he grabbed the back of his legs and pulled his knees to his chest. The motion spread his ass cheeks and exposed his hole to me completely. I was transfixed by him, by the confidence in his movements and lack of any hesitation.
He trusted me, wanted me, and that realization spurred me into action.
I knelt down so my face was even with his spread thighs.
Holding his lust-filled gaze with my own, I leaned forward and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.
Lex groaned, and his cock jumped as I rolled it around my mouth, caressing the skin with my tongue before letting it fall with a pop and repeating the motion with the other.
“Oil?” I asked, letting his other testicle fall from my mouth.
“In the desk,” he panted. I quickly crossed the room, opening drawers until I found a small bottle of oil. I uncapped it and thoroughly coated my dick as I walked back to the offering spread so beautifully on the cot.
I dipped my fingers into the oil before pouring a few drops on his puckered hole and slowly worked my fingers inside.
Lex moaned long and loud, throwing his head back against the mattress as I fucked my fingers in his ass.
“Gods, that feels so good,” he rasped. His asshole opened for me easily, stretching wide around my fingers enough that I was quickly able to add a third.
I twisted them inside, causing Lex’s legs to shake. My movements slowed as I brushed his prostate, not wanting him to come from this alone. He whined and pushed his ass against my hand, desperately chasing that feeling deep inside.
“Not yet,” I admonished, removing my fingers with a deep chuckle. “Let me fuck you properly first.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, sitting up enough to watch as I notched my head at the entrance to his hole. I pushed forward slightly, eyes widening at the feeling of his body opening and stretching to allow me inside.
“Oh, gods,” Lex whispered. “Oh gods, it burns, but it feels so good.”
We fell silent, our ragged breaths synching in the quiet space as I slowly fucked into his asshole. I groaned deep once I was fully seated, my balls pressed against the meat of his ass.
“This—this,” I panted, unable to find the words.
“I know, I know,” he said. “Move, Peytor. Fuck me, please.”
I couldn’t deny him anything.
My hips pistoned hard in and out, the sounds of wet sex filling the room as I felt his asshole tighten around me with each thrust. My hands grasped his ass, pushing him off the mattress so I could fuck at a deeper angle.
Lex released a garbled moan at the new sensation, a sheen of sweat building along his abdomen and brow the longer I thrust into him.
Our hearts beat erratically as one as I chased my release. “Are you going to come?” I gritted between my teeth, wayward curls sticking to my forehead from the exertion.
The Mage shook his head. “Not yet. I want to save it for you.”
His admittance was enough to send me over the edge; the telltale rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded my blood as fire zipped along my spine, forcing my cock to swell before releasing jets of cum in Lex’s ass.
I came with a shout and buried myself as deep as I could, grinding my hips against Lex’s pelvis in an attempt to get deeper.
My balls tensed and released as my orgasm ended.
With a sigh that was more a moan, I gently pulled free from Lex’s tight hole and watched with rapt fascination as cum oozed from the widened opening.
“Fuck, that’s my favorite part,” I admitted, slowly gathering some of my cum that dripped between his cheeks to push it back inside.
Lex grunted at the intrusion, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his dick spasm. My mouth twitched as I repeated the movement, slowly fucking my cum into his ass with my fingers.
His eyes were closed tight, lip caught between his teeth, as I brought my other hand to his erection and squeezed.
“Peytor,” he whined, and I wasn’t sure if he was asking me to stop or help him come.
“What do you need, Lex?” I asked, continuing to stroke both his ass and his cock.
His eyes flew open, blown pupils locking with my own. “You,” he rasped. “I need to be inside you.”