“Oh fuck,” Duncan cries out, feeling the sparks across the back of his shoulders.
“Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” he says, burying his face against the underside of my jaw. He nuzzles me there. “Didn’t feel bad. Your magic is an extension of yourself. I know you won’t hurt me.”
My heart is splayed open, exposed for Duncan to see. He trusts me. That sentiment leaves me breathless with affection.
“Duncan,” I say, pushing his shoulder so he’ll look down at me. “Fuck me.”
“You promised that we’d be able to take our time,” he says softly. “Can I? Please?”
I nibble on my bottom lip, gauging my body. I’m so fucking horny I’m worried I’ll jump out of my skin. Everything feels overwhelming yet not enough. I’m sweating and shaking and desperate. Yet, I think it’ll be okay to let Duncan have this.
I nod my head. “Yeah. You can take your time, Duncan. Just do something, okay?”
“Okay,” he whispers back, starting to slide down my body. His mouth is hot and wet as it lays kisses against my skin. I gasp, reaching down to bury my hand in his dark hair.
Duncan is unsure, tentative, exploring. Somehow that only serves to drive my arousal even higher. I like that he’s gentle. I like that he looks to me to lead. I like everything about him.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as his hot, wet mouth attaches to my nipple. He twirls his tongue around it before latching on and sucking. “Duncan! Fuck!”
He hums, the sound like music to my ears. His hand reaches between us, touching my cock. I feel like I could come just from this, just from his mouth on my chest and his hand on my dick. I’m so close. So fucking close.
A whine escapes me as he pulls his hand away. Before I can yell at him, my protests are swallowed up by a groan of pleasure as his fingers tentatively touch my ass.
“Yes,” I gasp out, spreading my legs even wider for him. “Finger me. Please, Duncan.”
Duncan pushes a finger into my slick ass and my world goes white. I grip the sheets beneath me and my back bows up off the bed. My cock twitches and throbs as I come. Duncan gasps out, quickly bringing his other hand to my cock, working it over, extending my pleasure even further.
When I open my eyes again, there are twinkling lights dancing above my head. It takes me a long time to realize I’m the cause of the sparkles.
“Shit,” I murmur, waving a hand in the air and dispelling the lightshow.
“I love that,” Duncan says, his finger still in my ass but not moving. “When you’re so into what’s happening you don’t even realize the beauty you’re making.”
“Keep going,” I say, nodding to his wrist. Then I put my arm over my face and groan. “It’s embarrassing. I feel like a teenager getting handsy for the first time.”
Duncan pushes a second finger inside of me. When there’s no resistance, he adds a third. I clench around them, moaning in pleasure.
“It’s really, really hot, Viktor. You’re so desperate.”
“It’s the heat.”
“What about last night? You weren’t in heat then.”
Instead of answering, I pull my hips away from him. He looks at me with a frown, like he’s worried he’s said something wrong.
Silly alpha.
I grab him by the back of the neck, pulling him into a kiss. As my tongue finds its way into his mouth, I reposition us, manhandling Duncan as I need to. He makes the most wonderful sounds as he goes along with my plan, finding himself with his back against the headboard.
“I’ll show you desperate,” I say with a chuckle. Despite the heat and desperation flooding through me, I still have one spare brain cell that’s allowing me to function. The function is to get myself dicked down, but still!
I’m thankful for the little bit of height difference between us because I fit perfectly against his chest as I back up into his lap. My back is against his chest, his arms going to my hips and holding on as I carefully get myself comfortable taking his cock. I sit down in his lap in one go, his cock stretching me just right.
“Oh gods,” Duncan whimpers out, his fingers digging into my hip bones. “Fuck, you feel incredible, Viktor.”
I hum happily, swiveling my hips, leaning back against his chest. One of my arms goes up to the back of his head, playing with his hair. This feels good, it feels right. I won’t last long but that’s okay, all I need is his knot.
