That did the trick. James, who’d evidently been paying way more attention than I realised when I’d been fucking Edwin, took his duties as a top very seriously. He set a steady in-and-out pace, letting me adjust to his size — for all my breezy claims, I was very aware of how hung he was — and watching me closely to check I was all right. He kept changing his angle too, observing what made me react the most. He still wouldn’t allow me to touch my cock, so I lay there clutching the sheets and let him lead.
Sweat was beading across his brow and dampening the hair at his temples when he grunted, “Legs up.” He hoisted my ankles over his shoulders and leaned forwards, gripping my calves to bend me almost in half. “Fuck, you look hot like this.” He glanced down. “Full of me. Stretched out and begging to come.”
“I’m not begging.”
He met my gaze and smirked again. “You will be.”
My cock leaked a sticky trail over my abs at his promise. “James,” I whined. “I really need to come.”So much for not begging.
His eyes crossed before he blinked and focused on me. “You and me both.” A pause. “Go on then, you can touch yourself.”
As my fingers wrapped around my dick, he pulled back and slammed into me, making me shout as he shunted us both up the bed. “Fuck!”
“Too much?”
“No, never. Again. I’m so close.” He’d slammed my prostate, which didn’t always feel as good as it did right now, but Goddess, I suddenly needed that on-edge sensation like I needed air.
His sweat dripped onto me as he took me literally, stepping up the pace and pounding me as if he had a race to win. The relief of my hand around my cock and the pressure in my arse soon had me tumbling headlong into an orgasm that ripped the breath from my lungs and momentarily punched all semblance of reality from my brain. I was vaguely aware James was coming too, his rhythm faltering as his thighs locked and shook, but then all went quiet and still. I had my eyes closed when the weight of him landed carefully on top of me.
“Fucking hell…” I commanded my arm to move and tentatively stroked his spine. He purred. Then, “I think I’ve gone blind.” A soft chuckle. “My head…thought it was coming off.”
“In a good way?”
“Oh yeah.” Another laugh. “I’m such a fuckwit. I’ve got my eyes closed. Ha. God, that was amazing.”
“I’m going to be feeling that tomorrow,” I confirmed. “It was a bloody glorious fuck.” I persuaded my own eyes to open.
He lay there panting, his eyes still closed and his limbs trembling faintly. I sensed he didn’t want to talk, but I had to say something.
“You are okay about this, James?”
“’M fine,” he burbled into my chest. “Ver’ fine. Need a power nap now. Shhh.”
His cock finally slipped free. I wiped us both down with my boxers, then arranged the quilt over him. James curled up on his side and was asleep within seconds. I sat watching him with more emotions than I could name crowding my chest. I didn’t expect this to have magically expunged the traumas of his past abuse, but I did think it was significant progress. And the trust he was showing me, slipping into a deep slumber without even looking around for Edwin; well, that blew my mind. It appeared he really did love me.
Me, Thèlo Evergreen/Trace Dempsey. Messed-up, displaced, and disgraced Fae with a criminal record in my own land, and who he’d fallen for when I was a plain and impoverished witch. I had my powers back now, but he’d not known any of that when he confessed his love. He thought I was a rough, ageing hippy with no prospects apart from a decent talent for potion-making. My eyes smarted, overflowing with joy. I desperately wanted to shake him awake and cover every inch of his sweat-damp skin with kisses to profess my adoration of him.
But I would let him rest. He’d need all his energy to give Edwin his turn later. Speaking of whom, I shook my hair out of my eyes to raise them to the other love of my life, who was statue still next to the chest of drawers, with one hand gripping his very erect cock.
“You were very quiet, Eddie.” I kept my voice low so as not to disturb James, although I wasn’t sure anything would have woken him right now. When the boy crashed, he crashed hard.
Edwin removed his hand and approached the bed on silent feet. “Come and shower,” he said softly. “Let James rest.”
He seemed oblivious to his persistent boner and his nakedness, ushering me to the small bathroom where he insisted on turning the dial on the shower controls to the pointhe told me he’d learned was a safe but refreshing heat for humans, so presumably for me as well. He left while I stepped into the cubicle, promising to return with a clean towel for me. He loitered, half in, half out of the room while I got clean, then moved to hold the bath sheet open for me to walk into so he could envelop me in it. “Should’ve brought a second one for that Rapunzel mane,” he murmured.
“No need.” I murmured a few words of my own and my tresses were instantly dry and tangle free.
“Wow, that’s useful.”
“Very. Can you imagine washing and drying that mop I was cursed with?” I said, luxuriating in a fluffy cotton cocoon. “It was a nightmare.”
“Couldn’t you simply have cut it off?”
I shook my head. “No, it came like that. It got adjusted over the years. Thankfully I didn’t have to suffer life in the 1930s or ’40s that way.” Edwin’s eyes boggled at the notion. “Someone or someones unknown would magically tweak my image while I slept, which was creepy as fuck, but I grew accustomed to not having any privacy. The 70s was when it started growing longer and longer, but whatever I did to tame it, it never worked. I realised it was part of my punishment, hence why I generally tied it back.”
“It was a tough hundred years for you, wasn’t it?”
“It was. But it’s over now. And I do think it made me a much better person.” I began rubbing my arms and legs briskly. “Not that I could have sunk much lower. I really was a reprehensible piece of shit.”
