This wasn’t just sex. Not the way my heart was pounding. Not the way he was looking at me. Not the way he was offering to stop. This could mess up everything we could be. We were moving too fast. Plus, I couldn’t start something with him. Even if the timing were right. He was fairy. Apparently that means sex with other people. Open relationship. I’m not that kind of guy.
Oh, for fuck sake! I’d overthought things with Brett. He’d overthought things with me. We’d freaked ourselves out.Learn from your mistake, Finn!If you’re gonna make a mistake this time, let it be moving too fast.Don’t let it be overthinking and waiting to enjoy life.If I’d learned anything from my time with Brett, it was that there was no guarantee that Schwint would be here or want me in the morning. Take it while I could. Grab life and love, or something close to it, and eek out every bit you can!
I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. “Yeah. I’m okay. I want this too.”
“Are you sure? Because really, we can—”
I cut him off by pulling him through the door and pulling my shirt over my head. “Be with me.”
He hesitated for only a moment, then smiled. Not a flirty or “fuck me smile.” A genuine smile. A happy smile. He moved forward to kiss me, but I stopped him.
“One thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Be you.”
He laughed. “I am me. I want this too. I want to be here with you.”
“No. Be you. Be Schwint the fairy. Lose the glamour. But keep the jeans. I wanna take those off you.”
His smile grew. Jeans remaining in place, the rest of his clothes vanished. Feet bare, lithe chest and arms bare. Eyes too clear and too large to ever be mistaken for human. Ears pointed. Wings glistening as they trembled behind him. “You sure this is okay?”
I reached out and traced my fingertips along the curve of the muscles over his chest and stomach and closed the distance between us. He was so lovely. “More than okay. You really are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”
I pulled him to me and crushed his lips to mine. It was unusual for me to take the lead, but I needed him too desperately to wait. I could still pick up faint morphing flavors of the wine on his tongue. He circled my bare back and dipped his fingers into my jeans, slid them beneath my underwear, and pressed into the top of my buttocks. A rumble escaped his chest, and he pulled me tighter against him, his erection pressing into my lower stomach.
Pulling away, I dropped to my knees and reached for the button of his jeans. Even before I’d managed to pull it free, he let out a long groan of anticipation. As I got the button released and began to pull down his zipper, I felt his hands slip into my hair, lightly pressing against my scalp.
His cock surged forth as the zipper traveled down. No underwear to confine him, his long shaft emerged, fully engorged. It was bigger than I’d realized earlier. I stared at the length of him, my own dick already pulsating in my jeans. “God, you are so fucking sexy.”
He let out a soft laugh. “So are you, my little witch. So beautiful.”
Not taking my eyes off his fat cock, I ran my tongue from its base to the tip, barely making contact.
“Fuck, Finn!” Already he was breathless.
Gripping his girth, I pulled his cock so it was even with my face. I slipped my tongue into his foreskin and circled the head as I pulled up on his shaft, forcing more of the foreskin into my mouth and sucking at it.
With my other hand, I reached behind him, felt the swell of his ass, slipped my fingers inside the waistband, and pulled down until his jeans were around his knees. I pulled back, eyes growing wide at what I saw. I looked up at him. “Holy fuck, Schwint! Your balls! They’re huge!” I cupped both my hands under them and pulled them toward me. Even so, they spilled over my fingers. I buried my face in them, licking and rubbing my stubble over the sensitive skin where his cock and sack connected.
“Oh, no more!” I felt his jeans, which had been rubbing against my arms as I supported myself, disappear, and he was fully naked. “Get up.”
I looked up at him, from my vantage point, his face barely visible past the throbbing motion of his cock.
“Get up!”
I did.
In three swift motions, he had my pants undone, down my legs, and off my body. “To the bed.” His naked body pressed into mine as he directed me toward my bed. The back of my knees hit the side, and we crashed onto the mattress, not bothering to get under the bedspread.
He bent down and took the length of me into his mouth in one swallow. He buried his face at the base of my cock and let out a gag as my shaft was forced down his throat.
Instinctively, my hands held the back of his head as I gave a few thrusts, each one causing him to gag louder and my cock to grow harder. His wings began to give fast beats, matching the timing of my thrusts.
I released the back of his head, and he slid off my cock and looked up at me, eyes watering. A devilish grin spread across his wet mouth. “God, you’re good! I told you the sheltered ones are the best at this!” He slipped his hands under my thighs before I could protest, and thrust my legs up so my knees where nearly even with my head. “I’ve been wanting to eat this all night.” His head disappeared between my legs, and his tongue instantly shoved inside my hole.
I cried out. He shoved in deeper, stretching me slightly. I managed to catch my breath. “Wait!”
