“Let's see if you still feel that way tomorrow, after sharing a bed with me.”
“I'm looking forward to sharing your bed.”
The heat in his eyes and words shot down my spine and filled my cock. I swallowed and abruptly stood. “I think it's time to go.” Waving at the room, I said, “Goodnight, everyone.”
A chorus of goodnights came back to me as I escorted the King out of the Sable Fist, Hass unbarring the door for us. The cold smacked me in the face as soon as I opened the door. Breathing deeply, I welcomed the clarity. I needed to be on guard until we were safely inside my apartment. Pressing a hand to Cyn's chest, I scanned the street, then waved him out. Quickly, we left the tavern, shut the door, and moved along the buildings, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. Glancing at the King, I grinned to myself. He was adapting well, already mimicking my movements.
We made it home safely, and I was relieved to find my traps undisturbed. After ushering Cyn inside, I laid them again—something I rarely did when I was home. Then I went to the window and rigged a warning line over it, hanging bells from the thin cord. Once all of that was done, I went to the heat canisters, but Cyn had already activated them.
I looked over to find him sitting on the bed, already down to his undershorts. “Oh. Uh, thanks for activating the heat crystals.”
Cyn nodded.
“I'll just, uh.” I swung off my cloak and got undressed. “I'll be right back.”
Cyn grinned at me as I fled into the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I dried off, then stood before the bathroom door. I was nervous, and I couldn't figure out why. We had already had sex in my bed. I wanted to have more sex. So why was my heart racing?
Because after seeing Cyn with my clan, I felt even closer to him. I thought I had craved him before. But now, I was so deep into infatuation that the thought of losing him sent a sharp pain through my chest. How the fuck had I gotten so attached so fast?
I took a deep breath to calm myself, tossed the towel aside, and opened the door.
Cyn had turned off all the lights except the lantern beside the bed. The cool glow bathed his naked body, his long limbs stretched out on the bed, one arm behind his head. He stared at me from beneath half-lowered lids, his free hand resting on his hard abdomen. I pulled the light cord and turned off the bathroom light, then walked to the bed, holding that lazy stare.
The King drew his hand forth from behind his head, but otherwise didn't move. Only his eyes shifted as they tracked me, then they widened when I climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist.
“You showered?” he asked.
“I needed one,” I said.
“Maybe I should shower too.”
I leaned up and to the side to grab the bottle on the bedside table. As my face drew close to his, I said, “I like you dirty.”
Cyn nipped at my lower lip. “I like you on top.”
“Do you?” I sat up and uncorked the bottle.
Holding his stare, I poured some oil into my hands, then rubbed it over my cock. Cyn's lips parted as his stare lowered. Sighing, I massaged myself, then moved my hand behind me to slick my entrance. The King's cock twitched.
Licking my lips, I corked the bottle and leaned over him again to set it back on the table. Cyn's hands slid up my sides, then came the clench of his hands on my back, digging in deliciously as he pulled me down to him. I dove into our kiss, groaning as he invaded my mouth. Soft stroking of tongues, firm lips moving over mine, and the vibration of his aroused growls rising up his throat. I would have been happy to just lay there doing that all night. But my body wanted more. Hips moving without conscious thought, my slick cock slipped against his, and I pressed more tightly against him, sharing the oil. Growling even louder, Cyn grabbed my ass to grind with me.
I didn't blame him. Two hard, slippery cocks rubbing together felt magnificent. Ripples of pleasure spun out from my pelvis, teasing my ass before fading down my legs. My balls tightened, everything tensing for more, and the head of my cock throbbed As I continued to work my hips, I eased out of our kiss to brush my lips along Cyn's jaw, then nibble down his neck, massaging those tight cords with my teeth. When I reached his chest, I latched onto a nipple and sucked hungrily, lapping at him between pulls. Cynric's broken cry rang in my ears as one of his hands went to the back of my head, holding me in place. He writhed when I flicked my tongue over that pert bud, but I didn't linger. I had another goal in mind.
Lowering myself slowly down Cyn's body, I pushed between his muscled thighs and kissed his taut belly. His cock brushed the underside of my chin, begging for attention, and I gladly gave it. Easing further down, I arched over him and struck, sucking the plump head of Cyn's cock into my mouth. I couldn't hear his groans anymore. My delighted moans drowned them out until it felt as if it were just me and this glorious cock. My eyes closed to further the illusion, and I focused on the feel of him. Silky. Firm. Broad. I tightened my lips around his girth and circled that plum-tip with my tongue. Even silkier there. And then I found that tiny slit.
“Oh, fuck,” Cyn whispered. His fingers wound through my hair and stroked my scalp while he made wounded sounds as if he were in pain.
It was pain. The ache of primal need. Desire rising, as yet unfulfilled. Nerve endings stimulated to such an epic pleasure that it was the other side of agony. I felt it too. Ached as he did. But I couldn't stop. Didn't want to. This pain was glorious. The release would come soon enough and then it would be over. No, not yet. I wanted to draw this out. Luxuriate in the sweet, sweet pain.
I took my time, moving up and down Cyn's shaft slowly. Sucking, then pushing. Flicking that silken rod with my tongue, then licking it. I moaned to taste his salty maleness and breathed in his almond musk. The King pumped his hips, but I wouldn't let him take control. I pushed his legs further apart, then rolled his sacs in my hand.
“No,” he said breathlessly. “Stop, Ru.”
I jerked upright and stared at him in shock. “What did I do?”
“You've brought me to the brink of orgasm.” He reached for me and pulled me up his body until I was once more straddling his hips. “This time, I want to see you satisfied before I come.”
