Chapter 29 #2
It breaks me that I took so long to get him out of that dungeon. It can’t be helped now. We can only build our future despite the past.
I give his prick a prolonged suck, but if I’m to speak, there’s no way around it, I have to stop.
“I will never let you lose trust in me. You’re mine in ways you never belonged to him. I want to be inside you. Can we…?” I slide my fingers between his ass cheeks and press the puckered hole, dizzy with how my cock pulses with need.
The supple flesh twitches, almost as if it wants to suck on the very tip of my digit, and Nate’s eyes gloss over. “No. I was never his. Only yours. Only you mattered. Please,” he rasps, rocking his hips against my finger, teasing me with their glide.
I look around, but there’s nothing on the table we can use. I have a lubricant next to my mattress. It’s a few feet away, behind the curtain, yet it feels like miles. I don’t want to be away from him for even a moment.
His words are making it hard to think. He belongs to me. He said it himself. I take deep breaths to steady myself but then make up my mind. It’s like he understands me without words, because when I back up to kneel, pulling him with me, he wraps his arms around my neck without prompting.
I guide his legs around my hips, and with a little help from my shadow pushing him off the floor, I get up with ease, holding on to him tightly.
I’m glad my pants are still on, because walking with them around my ankles would have been a feat of acrobatics.
I might have wings, but they wouldn’t have helped in this cramped space.
“Safe and mine,” I whisper, kissing his neck while he rocks against me and strokes my head.
We pass through the curtain, into the small space I’ve claimed as mine, and while the mattress is not the fine bed my promised deserves, this night is about our connection, not decorum. He seemed just as happy on the carpet.
I want him, and he wants me, but as we settle down onto the fine sheets, the wordless understanding we share rings loudest. That first kiss has been tentative, but we’re both fully present now, two people who’ve finally stopped pretending they’ll accept anything beyond this closeness.
“Take them off,” Nate demands, tugging at my pants.
“Not before this,” I say and turn on one of the blue-tinted lanterns I got him as soon as he voiced his dislike of swamplight. My belt clicks, pants lower, and then I’m feasting my eyes on the raw desire blooming on his features.
“Ohh shoot… you’re so handsome… I mean… everywhere,” he says, breaking into laughter as he hides behind his hands.
He’s so cute I can’t wait to put my cock in him and make him whimper. I love that about him. Even after what he’s been through, he hasn’t lost all his joy and humor. “Here?” I rasp and give my cock a pump while flexing my stomach muscles for his pleasure.
His eyes shine from between his fingers, and he opens his legs until I spot the sensual shadow of the crevice between his butt cheeks. “I bet it feels handsome too. You need to remind me.”
We’ve only made love twice, but I’ve been around him enough to hazard a guess of what he might enjoy. There’s a reason he’s attracted to my strength, that he likes being courted, and that he shivers whenever I pick him up.
I pull on his leg, then grab his arm and flip him in a move I’ve perfected over the years. He gasps as I lie on top, nestling my hard cock in the crevice between his ass cheeks.
“Oh… Perfect spot for my cock,” I murmur against the back of his head, slowly rocking my hips to give him a sense of what’s coming.
Nate pants, squeezes the sheets, and arches his back in an effort to rub his crack against me. “Yes… I really missed you. Tristan…”
Ohh, I love how pleadingly he whispers my name, almost as if it’s a prayer to gods unknown. So pliant. Such a perfect sun to my moon.
I grab the little bottle of lubricant from the side of the bed.
I did not dare assume it would come in handy, but a man can always hope.
When I pour the oil over his crack, he shivers under me.
I spread it first with my cock, then with my fingers, eager to delve into the heat of his body as I kiss his gooseflesh-covered back.
“It’s like your body was meant for me,” I say and slip half a finger into him with ease. He’s no virgin, we both know what we’re doing and what we want, but I still need to make sure he’s comfortable and not tense. I know I don’t need to worry when his hole greedily accepts two fingers.
I’m overflowing with so much lust my brain is cooking in my skull, and he only fuels the fever by rocking his hips back and forth. His puckered hole swallows the digits, sucking on them as he pulls back, watching me from behind the shoulder, as if he wants to say, ‘See? I’m ready for you.’
“I’m so turned-on,” he rasps, reaching between his legs.
I love how he can sometimes seem almost shy but then show me this uninhibited side of him to match my greedy nature.
I pull out my fingers and cover him with the full weight of my body, trusting he’ll tell me if it’s too much.
I press my slick cockhead to where my fingers have just been, and one needy whimper of his later, I push in with a grunt, bliss exploding behind my eyelids.
I press my teeth to his nape, overwhelmed by how much I need to have him.
He tightens, then yields, and pulls one of my hands to his chest, placing it over his heart as I sink in deeper, molding his body to the shape of my dick. Bliss dances in my blood. His skin tastes of sunshine, and when I bottom out inside him, the soft whine he gives sounds triumphant.
He mutters my name. Once, twice, then stirs his hips, teasing me.
“Move…”
He doesn’t need to ask me twice. I trap him under me, pressing him into the mattress as I start rocking my hips.
Every time they slap against his ass I get a little thrill that goes all the way down to my balls.
I slide my hands under him and squeeze his pecs, eagerly toying with his nipples while that tight channel of muscles swallows my cock like it was made for it. Made just for me.
My promised.
I speed up, riding his ass while he moans louder.
“Go on, say my name again,” I rasp into his ear, and he rises, pressing his back to my chest while I grab him with more force, marveling at the way his narrow hips swallow my cock over and over, at the wave of motion passing through pert flesh each time I bottom out inside him.
He’s exquisite. Sensual. Beautiful. Vulnerable. And mine.
Mine.
“Tristan… Ser Tristan… this is so good… don’t stop,” he rasps when I rock my hips, shallowly penetrating his body to drive him crazy with each push and pull.
I pride myself on my stamina, but I’ve waited too long for this, he’s too arousing, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to go without coming. Face flushed, I pull myself back to a kneeling position, taking him with me by the hips while I never stop fucking him.
I nudge his legs open wider with my knee. “Go on, get yourself off,” I say as I watch my cock plunge in and out of his pink pucker.
When he whips his head back, looking at me through that lush dark curtain of lashes, I’m suddenly almost too close. He pants and his bicep twitches as he moves his hand out of sight, tugging on that sweet, warm cock I will get my mouth on again as soon as I’m able.
Reality feels optional, and if this is an illusion, I wish to stay here forever.
Nate gasps, twists, and then his face reflects pure bliss.
I can smell his cum.
I speed up as if I’m his pet and he finally gave me the permission to come. Faster, faster, I chase my orgasm, and then my balls tighten, muscles tense. I can only hope I’m not gripping him too hard, but this wave crashing over me is too much, and I can’t think anymore.
My body throbs with heat, and when I fill him with my cum, a sense of peace settles dee in my chest.
He pulls hard on my forearm, and I topple, pressing him to the mattress as strength drains out of my muscles, leaving behind the sweet satisfaction of the afterglow.
I have the good sense to shift and rest at least some of my weight on the mattress.
“Yes?” I ask, out of breath. “You like it under me?” It’s such a relief to be able to voice things like this instead of obscuring half my thoughts at his request.
Nate hums, then lazily spins to face me and buries his warm face in my neck. “I… I like you.”
“Could you be any sweeter?” I kiss his temple, drifting on the gentle waves of pleasure left after my orgasm. “I missed you. I missed this. With you.” I hope I’m making sense, because my mind is frazzled.
Nate releases a soft puff against my neck, and for a moment I worry he might pull away. But no, he’s now teasing my skin with one finger. “Me too. I—” He chuckles and moves his neck, until his cheek is squashed against my chest and he is smiling at me. “I now wish I agreed to go to the ball.”
“It’s not too late,” I say, because I’d attempt to get him a star from the sky if he asked for one. “The ball will be in full swing for hours to come. Would you… like to go?” I’d understand if he’s too anxious about other people, but I’m still willing to ask.
He stares, eyes wide and shiny with the glaze of pleasure. I’m almost certain he’s about to say yes, but then his excitement dims. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
Now I’m really feeling like a peacock spreading his tail with pride as I smirk. “You do. I got clothes made for you, just in case.”
He did not expect that, I can see it, and when he smiles and strokes my cheek, I feel like I’ve just achieved the pinnacle of joy. I will get to introduce my promised at court. I have proven myself as patient, worthy, and a great lover.
We no longer need to look for a unicorn to break our bond, because he craves me as much as I crave him.
I grin at him. “But first, let me get you your cake, sweetheart.” Oh, how I love calling him that again.