Jamie’s eyes narrow, but he nods. “Okay, have a good night.”
Mabon grins, turns sharply on his heels and leads me proudly away.
I aim for an air of nonchalance as I place my hands over my groin because Mister Dinky is already getting excited. All my earlier concern and worry has melted away, and my mind has firmly one thing and one thing only running through it. The saying, one track mind is certainly apt. I just used to believe I was above such behaviour.
How has my life come to this?
“You may eat my ass.”
I stare up at Mabon in complete and utter bewilderment. He led me from the ball, all the wayback to his rooms, threw me on the bed, and now he is standing here making wild declarations.
He pulls the tie on his robes and all the soft silks tumble down his body. The sight of naked Mabon is quite something. He doesn’t look real. He looks like art. He should be a marble statue to the glory of the male form, in a museum somewhere. No, a temple. Yes, that’s far more fitting. He needs to be worshipped.
He moves towards me, and I remember what he wants me to do.
“I don’t know how,” I confess.
He pauses and rolls his eyes. “You stick your tongue in my hole. It’s not hard. It’s not as if I expect you to be any good at it.”
My eyebrows rise. I bite back my bark of outrage. Indignation is coiling through me. It has ignited a deep desire. I’m going to eat Mabon’s ass. I’m going to eat ass better than ass has ever been eaten in the history of the ass-eating universe.
Something in my expression makes Mabon smirk. I see a flash of dimples, and then he is moving with a sure and confident, predatory grace. Before I know what is happening, he is sitting on my face and my consciousness is exploding.
This is the single most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me, and five seconds ago I never would have guessed that I wanted this it all.
“You may begin,” says Mabon. “See if you can make me scream your name.”
A deep groan rumbles through me. It reverberates in my chest. It shakes my soul. How is Mabon pulling this stuff from my psyche? It was so well hidden, even I didn’t know it was there. Yet here he is, effortlessly stirring it to life.
My tongue sticks out. Excitement and anticipation are making me tremble. This is going to be the best night of my life.
Chapter twenty
It’s morning and I’m in a delightful tangle of limbs with Mabon. The covers have fallen off some time in the night, but I’m perfectly warm.
As the last lingering traces of sleep drift away, a grin spreads across my face. I didn’t manage to make Mabon scream my name, but I did get him to cum. Just from my tongue. Twice.
The way he trembled and moaned was intoxicating. The feel of his thighs and ass pressed against my face was exhilarating. The taste of him was heady. Eating him is my new favourite thing.
Mabon stirs in my arms. He untangles himself and stretches like a cat. All long lines and elegant grace. He is completely naked and utterly free from shame.
He yawns. “Give me Mister Dinky.”
“W…what?” I stutter in surprise.
He flashes me a condescending look. “Put your cock inside me.”
Whatever I was attempting to say gets stuck in my throat and gurgles. A light-headed feeling washes over me as all my bloodrushes down. I was already fairly hard, just from memories of last night as well as it being morning.
“Get on with it!” he snips.
I roll on top of him and he spreads his legs for me. I look down at him and he grins up at me with sparkling eyes.
“I’m loose enough from last night, slide Mister Dinky in.”
I grunt, and do as I’m told. His tight, soft heat engulfs me, and I groan in delight. He feels so fucking good.
His head tilts back and his eyes flutter closed.
