I bent my head and scraped my teeth over his pulse as I sank my fingers deeper and found his gland. When I stroked it, he jerked and cried out, his cock swelling between us.
“Oh! Tavish—” His passage squeezed me, and his pulse leapt against my tongue. “Tavish, I need…”
“I know what you need.” I withdrew my fingers and spun him around. Chest heaving, I palmed his shoulder and pushed him to his forearms. His spine was an elegant arch as he lifted his ass, his sack swaying between his legs and his hole open and glistening.
My dragon roared, possessiveness like a bonfire inside me. I brought my hands down on his ass, landing just shy of a slap. Kneading the muscle, I pushed his cheeks wide, lowered my head, and swiped my tongue over my prize.
Albie cried out. His muscle fluttered, and I growled as I pushed my tongue past his ring, licking inside him. His cries rose, and his ass trembled in my hands as I dragged my tongue down to his sack and sucked each soft globe into my mouth. Reaching between his thighs, I pulled his cock backward and swallowed his shaft.
“Tavish!” he begged, rocking against my face. In the corner of my vision, I saw him twist the sheet in his fist. He’d squeezed his eyes shut, and he panted like he’d run all the way from Edinburgh without stopping.
“Fuck me,” he gasped, rocking harder. “I need it.”
Aye. I needed it, too.
With a final lick over his cockhead, I rose and fetched oil from the table next to our bed. Dumping a generous amount in my hand, I slicked my shaft before fingering more into his hole. He moaned low and long when I pushed it deep and stroked his gland, his knuckles white as he twisted the sheets into knots. His moans turned to sobs, and I squeezed his hip as I planted a knee on the bed and pressed my tip to his opening.
“I’ve got you, love.” Leaning over him, I kissed his shoulder. “You all right?”
“Aye,” he rasped, stilling as I worked my cockhead past his ring. I pulled back, fighting the urge to slam into him and take, take, take because he was so tight and hot around me.
But I’d die before I hurt him, so I clenched my jaw and took my time, my gaze locked on the mesmerizing sight of his entrance stretching wide around my shaft. His body yielded to mine, the ring of muscle relaxing. Oil slid in a glistening trail from his opening to his sack.
“More,” he urged, rocking back against me.
I gripped his hip with one hand, holding him steady as I eased deeper. Exquisite heat seared my shaft, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I clung to my control.
“Gods, you feel good,” I growled, watching muscles ripple across his back as he rolled his hips. His oiled hole spread wider around me, and I groaned as I traced a shaking finger around his taut, pink rim.
He moaned with me. Then he reached back and gripped my thigh. “You feel better.”
His spectacles were crooked, the frames nudged out of place to accommodate his cheek pressed to the bed. Sweat dampened the hair at his nape, the waves formed into little curls.
Tugging him up, I wrapped an arm around him, sealing his back to my chest. He rested his head on my shoulder, his face turned into my jaw, and I used my other hand to straighten his spectacles. His ass strangled my dick. His cock stuck straight out from his hips, the tip dark red with arousal.
“You’re all right?” I asked, kissing his temple.
He nodded, his breathless “yes” a puff of warm air over my jaw. His heart hammered against my palm as I splayed my hand over his chest before smoothing it down to his shaft.
Oil still coated my hand, and I stroked it up and down his cock, slicking him as I pressed my hips forward until my groin was flush against his plump cheeks.
He shuddered, nostrils flaring as he adjusted to the stretch. Hot, perfect heat suffused my dick. Albie kept his eyes closed, his thick lashes resting on his cheeks. Arm still slung around him, I pressed another kiss to his temple as I slid my hand to his nipple and pinched lightly.
He moaned softly, his ass clenching around my shaft.
“Good?” I asked as I teased and plucked at the taut peak.
Soft brown eyes met mine. He rolled his hips in a sultry, serpentine movement, and I forgot how to breathe as he squeezed his ass hard around my shaft.
“Keep going and don’t stop,” he said in a low voice.
A dark growl broke from me. Tightening my grip around his chest, I withdrew a few inches and then thrust back inside. We groaned together, and he clutched my forearm as I began to move in earnest. The thick, slick sound of his ass sucking at my oiled shaft joined our ragged breaths.
Pleasure rushed me in a blistering wave. I kept my arm around him as I quickened my thrusts, every roll of my hips driving me into his tight heat.
Albie laced his fingers with mine, and I fell into a slow, steady rhythm. The bed ropes squeaked. Our labored breaths lifted around us. His passage relaxed around me, and I increased my pace.
“Aye,” he gasped. “Fuck me.”
