His smile deepens. It reaches his eyes. It sets flight to a thousand butterflies within my stomach. Pink thinks I am a sweet harmless geek and I don’t mind at all. I probably do meet the definition of a geek. I try to be sweet. As for harmless, I’m working on that.
I fully divest myself of my clothes and place them on a nearby chair. I turn back to Pink and step towards him. His gaze darts down to my cock. His eyes darken with appreciation. It is enough to make me want to preen.
I climb onto the bed, and Pink spreads his legs to make room for me, so I settle over him. Hands braced on either side of his shoulders. His nightgown has ridden up enough to give me access, as tempting as it is to push the cloth up higher.
“I didn’t put a plug in since you were right here,” says Pink bluntly.
I nod my understanding. I used to love his lack of shyness, but then I realized it wasn’t confidence, it was despondency. He didn’t care enough to be shy.
I stare into his beautiful eyes, and he meets my gaze evenly. I think that despondency has evolved into familiarity and comfort. I hope so, at least. Either way, whatever the rootreason, I’m glad he is at ease with me. As much as a vessel can be. Being stripped of magic is bound to be overwhelming.
I hold in my next breath to ground myself. Pink gives me a little nod to let me know he is ready. I take a hold of my cock and line it up to his hole. A gentle push and I’m easing in. Pink always prepares himself thoroughly.
Tight, silken heat engulfs the head of my cock. I can feel my eyes rolling back. By all the gods, that feels good. Slowly, steadily, I apply just enough pressure to slide all the way inside Pink.
Then I pause, holding my hips still. I force my eyes to focus. Pink’s face swims into view. He is still looking up at me. His cheeks are flushed. His pupils are blown and his lips parted.
He gives me another little nod. He knows I will do nothing else until he lets me know he is ready.
I watch him closely as I begin to move my hips. His eyes flutter closed. Then his head tilts back, baring his slender throat to me. I grin in satisfaction.
Then I pick up the pace. Just a little. I have paid great attention to what Pink enjoys. I know the tempo and angle that gives him the greatest pleasure. Nothing gives me greater joy than driving him to ecstasy.
He begins to moan. His body starts to undulate. It is a beautiful sight. I keep the rhythm of my hips steady, just as he likes.
Thrust, glide, thrust.
He is trembling now. So very close. I thrust with a fraction more force and Pink cries out. He clenches around me. His back arches and lifts off of the bed. His cock pumps cum between us. But most precious of all, his hands wrap around my forearms and cling on.
He always releases me long before he comes back to full awareness, so I don’t think he knows that he does it. I adore it. Itis precious. The feel of his touch. It is what tips me over the edge into my own peak. I shudder through my orgasm and quickly draw Pink’s magic into myself.
Pink’s hands fall away from me to lie limply on the bed. I wish he could hold on to me for longer. I wish we could sprawl in a tangle of limbs. I wish we could kiss. I long to suck his cock and to lap at his hole.
Things I have never done with anyone. Things I will likely never do, because I cannot imagine wanting to do them with anyone else.
Pink’s eyes flutter open. He seems far more relaxed in his own bed. He is not jumping up to leave. He even looks sleepy. Though that could be the effect of his earlier emotional wobble.
I force myself off of the bed. I’d give anything to collapse next to him and hold him close. But Pink always leaves sharply after I’ve emptied him, so I know he wants me to go.
I pull the covers up to his chin and am rewarded with a happy smile. I smile back at him before quickly throwing my clothes on.
My feet drag as I reach the door. Every part of me wants to stay. But life is not about getting what you want.
I take a deep breath, and I walk away.
Chapter ten
Pink
Iknock on Jade’s door and let myself in. I know he won’t mind. Heavens know the harem has warped our ideas about privacy.
So Jade won’t mind me barging in. He’ll smile at me and listen patiently while I gush about Monty and how wonderful he is being. I haven’t told Jade about yesterday and the whole van disappearing episode and Monty’s sweetness. I can’t wait to tell him everything. I’ll have to be quick because it is nearly time to meet Ned’s boyfriend.
I pause just inside Jade’s room. All thought of a lighthearted chat withers and dies.
Jade is sitting at his dresser, staring intently at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn’t seem to be moving at all.
Unease coils through my gut. “Jade?”
