He cries out and shudders around me. He clenches and spasms arounds my fingers. He is ecstasy and rapture incarnate. Unrestrained. Unashamed. Unleashed.
His cock spurts and releases all over his firm stomach. All my deep and fiery emotions have fuelled my lust, and my cock spurts in empathy. A shivery, small orgasm. But satisfying nonetheless.
Mabon lets out a huge sigh and goes all boneless against the sheets. I pull my fingers out and it seems a shame to leave the tight heat of him.
“Feeling better now?” I ask.
He half opens his eyes and looks down towards my groin with a smirk. “Much better.”
Damn it. I thought I’d got away with cumming untouched in my pants without him noticing. I brace myself and wait for the shame and embarrassment to hit me. But it doesn’t arrive. Apparently, Mabon’s attitude is rubbing off on me. And that feels wonderful. Liberating and freeing.
I crawl up the bed and pull Mabon into a spoon against me. He is all lax and warm. I snuffle his hair and fill my lungs with his intoxicating scent.
I can’t fall for Mabon. I can’t.
But I think I already have.
Chapter thirty-two
I’m hard, so very hard. My cock is wet. I can feel the slight movement of air over my sensitive skin.
It’s dark. Late, late night. I’m lying on my back, naked. My arms are above my head. I can’t move. None of my muscles are responding.
Something hot, wet, soft, but with a rough edge to it runs along my cock, from root to tip. The sensation is exquisite. The pleasure profound. A helpless moan pours out of me. There is a dull throbbing running through my cock, beating in time with my pulse. It feels like I’ve been hard for hours.
“Mabon!”
“Yes?”
In the dim light, I can just about make out the fall of his pale hair between my spread thighs. This is a hell of a way to wake up.
“What are you doing?” I wheeze.
“Surely that is obvious?”
I groan and try to move, but I’m as immobile as stone. My limbs are there, but utterly unresponsive. My eyes, mouth andlungs are the only parts of me that are working. And my cock. That part of me appears to be in perfect working order.
“Why are you doing this?” I try again.
“You didn’t get to spill properly earlier, so this is only fair.”
A warm wet lick slides down my shaft. The pleasure courses through me. My hips try to lift. My eyes roll back. Oh lord. That feels so very, very good.
I can see my future stretching out before me. I’m going to lie here for hours while Mabon laps at my cock, over and over again. Bursts of sensation and euphoria that are never going to be enough to make me cum. But more than enough to keep me burning with arousal and desire.
Sure enough, he licks me again. This time, his clever tongue swirls around the head of my cock. The slight roughness rasps over my most delicate flesh. It pulls a yell from me. My heels would drum on the mattress if they could move.
Then there is nothing. His tongue is gone. My cock is straining alone in the dark. Nothing but soft air currents brushing over the wetness. I moan helplessly. A low, tormented sound.
“Do you want me to stop?”
At first I think he is teasing, but then the uncertainty in his voice registers in my spinning mind.
“No,” I confess weakly. There really is no other possible answer.
“You are consenting?”
A laugh spills out of me. It heaves my chest. He tied me down with magic in the middle of the night and started sucking on my cock when I was asleep, and now he is asking? Bless him. He is learning. And trying.
