“No, you should have mentioned it, for it was reality.” He turned to face me. His expression a tangled one. “You speak true. I was using station to try to dissuade you from your…”
“Blatant wooing?” I offered with an awkward sort of smile and shrug.
“That will work.” He gave me a shaky smile in return. I exhaled softly, happier than I should be to know that I had not run ashore just yet. I would need to keep my lust under control as well as my tongue. For the meantime. Hopefully soon, I could use my tongue in a wide and enjoyable range of ways. “I am considerably older than you.”
“Pah. I like older lovers. They know what to do and when and are far less likely to fall into hysterics when they see the size of my cock. Virgins are tedious.” He snorted, a rich sound of amusement that doubled my yearning for him. He had a keen sense of humor. That was wildly attractive to me. “So your age and your station arguments have been destroyed. What other reasons do you have to keep us out of your bed?”
“I am not sure I am ready to sleep with anyone else.” Woof. That was as brutally honest as an elf could be. I was gutted, truly, and greatly confused over how hurt I was by his confession. As he had said, we had just met. Why should arebuff slice so deeply? It was concerning, to say the least. “But I would like to find out if you are willing to move slowly. Luffing, I think, is the nautical term for a speed reduction?”
Oh. Oh. That was a hard, hard tack to starboard. “Luffing, aye, a speed reduction. Correct. I am willing to sit dead in the water and allow the tide to carry us along if that will see you in my arms this night.”
A fire sparked in his dark eyes, yet his expression was filled with hesitancy. “This night. Just this night. It has been ages since I lay with a man, and Ihdos knows, you should not be the one I chose, but desire is not known to follow the rules of elves.”
“Aye, just this night, for I do not linger afterward,” I assured him with the bare facts. Swiving was just that. A release, a bit of fun with a consenting adult, then a quick wash up and by your leave before things got sticky. As in spent seed sticky. Emotions sticky. “We will both enjoy ourselves tremendously and then part ways. I suspect that I will hardly lay eyes upon you from here on.”
“Unless you are proven to be the brother of the king.” He seemed intent on arguing semantics. I, on the other hand, was now intent on divesting him of his sleeping garments. “Then we will be in close proximity.”
“Doubtful.” I closed the distance between us. His gaze now locked with mine as I gently lifted a hand and then slipped a finger under the neckline of his robe. With a waggle of a brow, I slipped it down over a milky white shoulder. Mm delectable. My upper half was browned slightly from a life on the water under a relentless sun, but his…his was akin to clotted cream. “If my blood is proven to be noble, I suspect there shall be no crown upon my head. I’ve heard the term prince bandied about, but surely that is not what I would be called.”
“There are matters of legitimacy and recognition that will need to be sorted and—” His breath hitched as I stroked hisbared shoulder, letting my fingertips skim over his clavicle and then glide up to his jaw to hold his head as I placed my mouth over his. His lips were soft, plump, and firm under mine for a long moment, then he sighed and melted. His hands moved to my sides then up under my arms to rest on my back. He moved into me, pressing his body tightly to mine. The thick hardness of his cock pulled a growl from me. I picked up the crisp taste of his ice wine as I swept into his mouth. He met me stroke for stroke, his tongue gliding over mine as I worked to free him from his robe. A feat that failed as he had his arms around me. Still, I got another shoulder freed, so I left his mouth to rain kisses along this newly discovered landscape.
“Ah, Captain, that is divine,” he gasped, rolling his hips to rub his cock against mine. I bit down lightly then sucked. His grip on my back tightened.
“Coelum,” I mumbled over the red mark blossoming on his pale skin. “And you shall be Le’ral. For this night, there are no titles. Just two men who yearn for each other.”
“Coelum,” he whispered as if testing how my name felt on his tongue.
“Le’ral,” I cooed, nudging him back one step and then another. One of the chairs at the game table tumbled over. I made my way back to his lips, grunting slightly when his hands roamed downward to cup my arse.
“Who knew sailing crafted such fine musculature,” he said, kneading my buttocks with strong fingers.
“The sea forges a weakling into a brawny…by the witches tits,” I panted as he grappled me around the doorway, his hold on my arse replaced by his fingers delving into the front of my breeches. My shoulder bounced off the doorframe as his mouth found mine with a desperation that stiffened my cock even more. Now I ached to be inside him. His robe tangled around us. With a snarl, I tore it off him, throwing the damn thing aside. Alow fire in the hearth was the only light in his sleeping chamber. I took in a small tub in the corner, an ornate wardrobe, and a stand with a pitcher and bowl. Surely there were other things, but my main concern was finding the bed. And what a bed it was. Massive thick posters at all four corners held up a velveteen-looking canopy of dark blue or perhaps a forest green. The lighting was not ideal, nor did I care what color the canopy and coverlet were. We fell onto a mattress, thick and soft, the top cover plush velvet to match the canopy, I assumed. A dozen or so pillows tumbled down toward us as I pressed him into the bedding.
“I would have you inside me,” Le’ral breathlessly said while I worked on removing his satiny sleep braies with an unsteady hand. “Coelum?”
“Mm, yes, I would be happy to claim your arse,” I replied. “Lift.” He did, using his heels on the bed to hoist his rump from the bed. I pulled his drawers off then flung them over my shoulder, my sight moving over his nude form. “You’re in magnificent form for an old courtly elf.”
“I have a fencing instructor; I spar and wrestle with the guards. I ride, I swim, and I run when able.” He wasn’t bragging, just stating a fact. “There was a time when I…that is not a fitting topic for this moment. Apologies.”
I gazed at him with open admiration while allowing his comment to float up the flue. I could not fault him for a slip. “Your hard work has paid off,” I whispered as I drank him in. Thick thighs, a lean waist, a smooth chest, and a cock that leaked steadily. “Your cock is a thing of beauty. Move up. I would like you to spread out before me like a king’s buffet.”
“Have you been to many?” he asked as he did as bid, his head falling to a pile of soft pillows, dark eyes watching me as I rushed to strip off my clothes.
“King’s buffets? Counting this eve? One.” I moved a knee to the bed then another, my stiff prick leading me to where it wished to nestle. I moved between his legs, braced myself over him with a hand on either side of his head, and stared down at the most glorious sight I had seen in dozens of seasons.
“Did you enjoy your dinner?” His query was polite and measured as if we were having an afternoon tea as opposed to us about to fuck like randy yeti. He took hold of my forearms with a biting grip. He was not as unfazed as he was presenting.
“Things grew tense between the queen and me. The eels were delicious.” I captured his mouth, losing myself in the warm heat as I ground my cock against his. He clawed at my arms, arching his back as he whimpered into my mouth. His body convulsed under me, his cock spewing, coating our bellies with spend. Dull nails dug into my forearms. I licked into his mouth then slithered downward, smearing his seed over my chest until I found his pulsing cock with my lips. I sucked the head into my mouth, pleased to hear him cry my name.
“Coelum, ah, by the…yes, yes!” His cries were music to my ears. I was rewarded with a spurt of salty seed. He grasped my head, his fingers balling in my hair. My own cock was eager for release, but that would not take place now. My pinnacle would arrive with me buried in his sweet, creamy arse. I lapped at his prick, cleaning my spit and his cum from the softening shaft then licking my way back to his mouth. He was a sight: cheeks flushed, eyes closed, chest heaving. I placed my lips on his. He slowly threw an arm around my shoulder as a shudder ran over him. “Divinity,” he whispered when I sat back on my haunches. “I am sorry I spent so quickly, it has been ages.”
“No need for regret. You’ll spend again at least once before I leave your bed,” I said. He linked his heels around my back. With a growl, I rubbed my cockhead against his hole and balls, eager to bury myself in him but knowing he would need somepreparation. We kissed, petted, and rolled about his bed, his lips addicting.
“Let me take you in my mouth,” he asked when he had me on my back, his arse resting on my throbbing cock. I thumbed some lank hair from my cheek and shook my head. “Surely you are in discomfort.”
“Not for long,” I teased as a log cracked in the hearth. I flipped him onto his back, his head at the foot of the bed, and wet my middle finger. “My discomfort will ease once I’m inside you. Would you like me to spend in you?”
“Yes, I would like that greatly.” He fisted my hair tightly to lead my mouth to his. With a probing touch, I slid my finger under his stones. His knees fell open. Hotter than the flames dancing to our left, I found his furl, teased the edges for a moment, and sank my finger into his depths. He purred, arching like the spotted cat I’d met earlier. “Oils. I have oils on the nightstand.”
