“But you could have been.”
“I'll be careful around you when you wake up.”
I looked up at him. “Are you smiling? You think this is funny?”
“No, not funny, but I like looking after you.”
“Looking after me? You mean keeping me from stabbing you in my sleep?” I tried to pull away, but he held me tightly.
“Yes, that and everything else you might need.” Cyn's gorgeous green eyes went tender as he lowered his head.
I met him halfway, suddenly ravenous for him. Yeah, it was a strange transition, going from nearly slicing his stomach open to jumping his bones, but maybe it was fear driving me. I couldn't remember sleepwalking before, and it scared the shit out of me. So, of course, I wanted to fuck.
Cyn was bare-chested, and I only had my undershorts on, so getting naked took mere seconds. We scattered our clothes on the kitchen floor, and then Cyn picked me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down across its width, my knees bent over the side, then fetched the oil from the table. Staring at me, he oiled his cock, the slick sounds making my thighs go weak and fall open. Then his powerful hand was on my shaft, pumping me until my channel clenched in need. Only when he had me writhing did Cyn move downward, sliding his slick fingers below my balls. I lifted my legs to set my feet on the edge of the bed and angle myself up for his pleasure.Ourpleasure.
The King grinned wickedly as he prodded my tight ring, then pulled away to pour more oil into his palm. He lifted the bottle and water condensed around it. The bottle floated back to the table on its water raft as Cyn lowered his hand.
“Lift your legs for me.”
I grabbed my knees and pulled, lifting my ass off the bed. Cyn angled his palm to pour the oil over my entrance, and with the same movement, slid his middle finger into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I panted as he pumped, slick sounds rising to my ears. “More.”
Cyn took my legs and hooked them over his shoulders, then slipped another finger inside me. “Is this what you want?”
“You know it's not. I want your cock,” I said and bit my lip.
“Naughty boy.” His voice dropped into a sexy rumble. “You want this?” He removed his fingers and lifted his hand to stroke his slick shaft, making it even slicker. Then he gripped the base and smacked my balls with it.
“Yes! Fuck me already!”
Instead of sliding into me, Cyn grabbed my ass and lifted me until only my shoulders remained on the bed. He bent his head to my cock and, holding my stare, sucked me in. I floundered, most of my body in the air, and writhed through the pleasure of his greedy mouth. My thighs were resting on his shoulders and they tensed with my approaching orgasm.
“Stop!” I cried. “I'm going to come!”
The King kept moving the tight ring of his lips up and down my cock, his stare intense.
“I don't want to come yet.”
With a growl, Cyn gripped my ass tighter to still my jerking and kept bobbing over me. I couldn't stop the pleasure from claiming me. With a broken howl, my back arched, and I came in his mouth with great jerks of my hips. Through the shudders and moans, I saw Cyn close his eyes to savor my taste, and that sent me into another bucking arch. Only when I had finished, my body going limp with satiation, did the King lower me, bringing my ass to the level of his cock, and slide into me.
Getting fucked after climaxing was a mind-spinning experience. I moaned as my confused cock twitched and nerve endings fired in my channel. My body wanted more. It wanted a fresh round of ecstasy. But it wasn't up for the task quite yet. Regardless, I didn't want him to stop. I gripped his forearms, met his hot stare, and squeezed my channel around him.
“Fuck!” Cyn roared and pumped faster. “Oh, fuck. Ru.” His hands slid up and over my belly. “I feel . . . Ru, I think . . . Ru'din!” Cyn roared. His grip tightened, and he locked up against me as he came.
There was something strange about it—Cyn's words and his cum. I could feel it filling me. Actually differentiate between his flesh and his seed. Then it tingled, and those tingles sank into me, moving through my body, both up my back and down my legs.
“Ru!” Cyn cried again as he pulled back, then slammed forward, still coming.
What the fuck?
“Cyn?” My voice wavered with the wild shivers that ran through me.
Cyn lowered my legs to the floor as he pulled out. Then, with another roar, the King gripped his shaft and angled it to shoot a shimmering stream of cum over my chest. I gaped at the stuff, amazed he was still producing it after leaving two loads inside me. But wait, I didn't feel the fullness usually associated with a single release, much less what I should have felt from a double dose.
And Cyn kept coming.
He released stream after stream upon me, covering my chest with silken slashes before moving onto my arms and thighs. “Open your mouth,” he growled.
