Another agonising ten minutes stretches by and then suddenly the door opens. Mabon strides out with his clothes on and a soft smile on his face. He looks happy.
He hands me a roll of notes. I know the agreed price was five hundred pounds. I stare at it in horror as it seems to ooze condemnation in my palm. Mabon continues calmly walking past me and towards our room. My feet blindly follow him.
I’m a pimp. A disgusting, moral avoidant, filthy pimp. It doesn’t matter that Mabon thinks it is fun. It doesn’t matter that he wanted to. It doesn’t matter that the money will get him safely home. I’m still a pimp. The whys and the wherefores are irrelevant. The facts speak for themselves.
We reach our room. The door shuts behind us. Mabon yawns and stretches. I look up and I’m greeted by the sight of his purple hair. His back is to me, but he has clearly returned to his fey form. Something about that makes me extraordinarily happy.
It takes me a moment to realise that he is taking his clothes off. Again. I hastily avert my eyes.
I hear the bed creak and then a soft sigh. I look up before I can stop myself. Mabon is lying on his stomach on top of the covers.My sight is consumed by his perk and peachy ass. Such perfect globes of goodness. My eyes could feast on them for hours.
“I’m horny. Fuck me,” he orders.
Right on command, my cock swells.
“It’s late. Aren’t you tired?” I ask through my surprise. I assumed he’d never want me again. Not after what I did to him. People don’t usually want to fuck their betrayers.
“Yes. That’s why I need your cock. I can’t sleep without several orgasms.”
Several?My mind splutters on that. It tries to fixate on it, but I gamely push through.
“Mabon,” I say through gritted teeth. “We are on the run. Our lives are in danger.”
I tricked and betrayed you. I’m the whole reason you are in this mess.I shake my head angrily to clear it. My mind is being a bitch tonight.
Mabon makes a dismissive noise. “I’m a prince. I’m always being hunted. Someone is always trying to destroy me. Doesn’t mean I should starve myself.”
My heart tries to beat and twist at the same time. I rub at my chest. I hate everything about Mabon’s flippant description of his unfair life. He doesn’t deserve that. He didn’t ask to be born a prince. He didn’t ask for me to make everything worse and then pimp him out.
His beautiful body glimmers before me. Enticing. Alluring. Causing arousal to flood my veins. There are a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t, but right now, at this moment, not one of them seems important.
“Put your bloody clothes back on!” I snap in a last-ditch attempt to save myself.
“No! They are hideous.”
He stretches out on the bed, showing off his long lean lines. He lifts up his hips a little. It derails my mind. My thoughts spill,tumble and crash. They burst into flames. The only thought that remains is how much I want him.
“I’m not your pet anymore,” I say hoarsely.
“Whatever.”
My hands clench into fists. I’ll never get used to simultaneously wanting someone with a desire that burns whilst also longing to throttle the life out of them.
“Fuck me so hard that every last thought falls out of my mind and all I am is yours,” he says.
A strange gurgling whine fills the room. It’s mine. That noise came from me. My cock is straining now. The world shrinking. My awareness is falling. Mabon is asking me to fuck him. I know what the answer should be. It should be no. But I don’t think that is what’s going to happen.
“Hurry up!” he huffs. “Or I’ll get Jack to do it.”
Jack? The receptionist? The infuriatingly young, smug and annoying little git? Oh hell no. Over my dead body. That is not going to happen. Ever.
My clothes are coming off my body at lightning speed. Things are going to rip and I couldn’t care less. This is the fastest I’ve ever undressed in my life, and it is still taking far too long.
Finally, it’s done. I leap onto the bed and cover Mabon’s body with my own. His skin is soft and slightly cool against my heated flesh. He makes a noise of appreciation and lifts his ass up to grind against my cock. I groan as fireworks explode in my mind.
“Don’t I need to prep you or something?”
Mabon whines in frustration. “I’m not a weak human. Get your cock inside me now! I want it!”
