I found his cock, soft and warm in the bedsheets, and I wrapped my hand around him. I used my palm to stroke his dick to life, little by little, a small pet here, a careful squeeze there. Rubbing my thumb over his tip, I was rewarded with a jerk and a rush of blood to quickly raise his erection.
His fingers never stopped moving over my sex.
“You have such a pretty pussy,” he whispered. A finger dipped inside before he went back to tracing the folds. “Ride me, Kimber. We’re both too tired to play games, but I want to be inside you.”
Kicking the covers back in the same motion, I hiked a leg over him and straddled his thighs as my hands caressed his pecs.
“Clothes off,” he hissed. “I want to see those tits.”
I tossed the shirt away in a heartbeat and brought my hands back to his now hot and hard cock. My palms stroked leisurely over the velvet-on-steel erection.
I had never been needy or forward before with the men I had bedded—or those who had bedded me. I always let them set the pace and happily enjoyed the ride.
Now, I was starting to think I had been missing out on a lot of fun.
Rising up on my knees, I pressed his shaft to my entrance and lowered myself onto him, just a little at a time. I savored each small distance I pulled him in, delighting in the sensation of being possessed by him. Enjoying the push of his erection as it opened me up and intruded deep into my channel.
Finally, I was seated on him and him in me. I rocked my hips, lightly, forward and back. I had no interest in rushing this. We were both tired, and this was exquisite.
What kind of lover would Master Dorian be?
I swallowed my gasp of shock. That was not a question I wanted floating in my head when I was riding another male.
Mymale. My potential mate if we agreed.
The idea of mating Elex flashed through me uncomfortably. Something about the concept didn’t sit well in my mind. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was yet another strange thought to have while impaled on his erection—and very much enjoying him.
Now, Roran and Rilen…
Oh, gods! What was wrong with me? Now the twin masters—who were clearly more inclined to the male side for sex!
I needed to think about the male I was in bed with, the man who had waited patiently for me to realize he was someone this could happen with.
Adding a little bounce to my rhythm, the impact of his cock deep inside me brought me slamming back into the present. At least now, I had a chance to enjoy myself and to bring Elex some pleasure.
I closed my eyes and posted up and down his shaft, little ripples of excitement fluttering through my pussy. I wanted to come, soon and…
Dropping back down on him, he didn’t quite fill me this time. Confused, I opened my eyes as I heard the smallest snore from his chest.
“No…” The word was whispered in shock.
I leaned forward and put my hands on his chest—and another snore, tremendous this time, ripped from his throat.
“Elex, are you kidding?” I patted his shoulder.
The response was yet another snore.
My jaw dropped. He’d fallen asleep while I was fucking him.
If that didn’t murder my sexual ego, nothing would.
Disgusted and disappointed, I climbed off him to find he had indeed fallen asleep—and gone soft.
What a waste.
* * *
The mug of hot cocoa felt good in my hands. There was a slight chill in the air, but that was all of winter S’Kir would ever get. It only snowed, rarely, in the very north and at the top of the Spine.
