My hand moves up and down. It tightens. It feels nice, but nothing like when Tristan touches me. Goddamnit. That’s my hopes dashed. Seems my body is stupidly, stubbornly fey in this regard. Just my flipping luck.
I quicken my pace, in case it helps. I’m fully hard now. Frustration is already rolling through me.
“Need a hand?”
I yelp in fright as my eyes fly open. Tristan is standing at the foot of my bed, arms crossed over his chest, smirking at me.
My cock throbs at the sight of him, and I stubbornly resume my stroking. Oh stars, even with him just watching, it feels a whole lot better.
“No. I’m human enough to not need any help,” I snap.
Tristan’s eyes flash with something dark and hungry. “Show me.”
A shudder jerks its way down my body. “No!” He needs to leave. He can’t see my lie and my frustration.
“If only to prove your point,” Tristan says, his eyes boring into me and completely ignoring my hard cock and my hand that is desperately stroking it.
This bastard isn’t going anywhere. His presence is making me more eager. I hate him so much.
“Fine!” I growl in defeat as Irelease my cock.
Tristan laughs. Low and deep. I’ve never wanted to punch him more.
“You don’t need to help me. I’m not sick!” I say with narrowed eyes.
He tilts his head and gives me a fond look. “Your magic is not the only reason you need sex. Little Nisny. You are a young fey with needs. Regular fun will cure your bad temper.”
I scowl at him. “Doubtful.”
It really isn’t likely that a few orgasms is going to turn me into a happy, sunshine type of person.
He laughs again, ruby eyes gleaming. “It will be fun to try, at least.”
My heart flutters like crazy. “I suppose.” I admit begrudgingly.
His grin intensifies, and he gives me a truly filthy wink that makes my knees go weak, and then, without giving me any chance to recover, he grabs my ankle and yanks me down the bed until my legs are completely off of it and my ass is right on the very edge.
My undignified squawk echoes around the room, but he doesn’t seem to care. He simply places his hands on either side of my hips, bends down and lowers his head. I have a nanosecond to brace myself, then I’m crying out as hot wet heat envelops my cock. He sucks me into his mouth and keeps on sucking. I’m yowling now and my orgasm is already brewing. So fucking easy when he touches me. It is outrageous.
Suddenly, my mind is whiting out, and my back is bowing. My orgasm erupts. I tremble and gurgle my way through it. Oh stars. That is so much better. I’mnot even going to waste energy being embarrassed about how quick it was.
Tristan releases me with a wet plop. He straightens up, licks his lips and sighs happily.
I sit up and find myself at eye level with his enormous bulge. His silk robe is not hiding a thing. He is either wearing a different style than what he dresses me in, or he is just that big.
I gulp. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. Right next to his huge cock. And a strange new hunger is burning through me.
The silence between us is deafening. It is nearly heavy as the tension. I suck in a shaky breath. His hand moves, and suddenly his cock is free. Naked and uncovered. Inches from my nose and utterly gorgeous.
Tentatively, I reach out and touch it. It feels like heated silk and it throbs at my gentle caress. Oh stars. This is the hottest moment of my life.
I lick my lips. “Show me how you like it.”
There, that is a good bluff. He’ll never know that I’m actually completely clueless. I’ve managed to make my ineptitude sexy. Go me.
His hand covers mine. He guides me up his enormous length and then all the way down. Slower than I would have expected. He gently tightens my grip, then he pushes my hand up and down again. Okay, I think I’m getting this. The most shocking thing is how good it feels for me. The hot, heavy weight of him. The softness. The way it twitches in my hand. It is all heavenly. I thought I’d be making him feel good, this is such a bonus.
I look up at him to check he is enjoying my touch, and the look on his face makes me whimper. His eyes are wideand dark, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted, jaw slack. Oh fuck, he looks damn good.
