Page 50 of The Last Kelpie

“Áedán!” I grabbed handfuls of his hair and then pulled the cord binding it free.

He made a soft sound of pleasure and moved lower. My ribs. My belly. He kept kissing me until my cock bobbed under his chin, begging for attention. Áedán moved lower, then rose. He hovered above my bobbing shaft. He seemed enthralled by it, tilting his head to take in every angle. Then his tongue flicked out to taste the bead of moisture on my tip. I shuddered from the feeling and from the way he closed his eyes and moaned. Áedán bent his head again. Cool velvet consumed me, and I writhed beneath him so violently that he had to hold me down. He moved over me with sure strokes, sucking up my heat while making me burn hotter.

But then I shoved his shoulders. “Not yet! Stop!”

Grinning around me, Áedán eased back, and my cock popped out of his mouth. Panting in need, I set my feet on the mattress and lifted my ass in invitation. His gaze dropped past my slick cock as he took his in hand. My legs trembled as I watched him move into position. Then came the wet, cool feel of his tip, nuzzling me. I wriggled on him, urging him inside.

Lips pressed together, Áedán pushed past my outer ring. Then a little deeper. Broken breaths fluttered over my lips. He pulled out.

“No!” I lifted my hips.

“I'm not stopping.” His gaze met mine. “I'm just easing you open. Trust me, Ethan.”

Suddenly, I was relaxed. Confident. “I do trust you.”

Áedán closed his eyes as if savoring my words. Then he opened them and pushed into me. I cried out triumphantly and grabbed his ass, pulling him even deeper. It had been a while for me too, but my body didn't mind or care. I opened to him, welcoming him inside me, making him a part of me. Nothing had ever felt so right.

I hooked my legs over Áedán's shoulders and met his sizzling stare. “Fuck me, Áedán.”

Áedán jerked, and his eyes widened. “I intend to. I'm going to take you over and over until you cannae move.” He bent forward and moved deeper. Pulled back. Then thrust hard.

I was lost to lust by his third thrust, but I kept my focus on him. I didn't want to miss a moment of him undulating his hips, moving into me like waves coming to shore, his thrusts powerful and relentless. Inside me, Áedán stroked every inch of skin that needed attention. Outside, his handsome face and magnificent body provided a view that magnified my pleasure. I never thought I'd have a man like him.

Breath coming faster, Áedán bent me in two, bringing our faces together. He brushed his lips over mine. “I like a flexible man.”

I nipped at his lower lip. “You can put me in any position you want.”

His eyes lit up. “Several just came to mind. But I want you like this first.” Áedán kissed me, his tongue warm at last. “I want to watch your face flush, and your eyes fill with ecstasy. I want to know I'm the one making you feel it.”

“Go any deeper, and I'll sing it for you.”

Grinning, he rose to his knees, grabbed my hips, and shoved deeper. It took him three thrusts to make me sing his name, the note full of the ecstasy he wanted to hear. It sent him beyond the niceties of making love and into a primitive place. The man retreated, and the animal came forth. Áedán slammed into me faster and faster, his eyes glowing and magic swirling under his skin.

I couldn't look away from his savage beauty. Hair wild around his shoulders and muscles rippling beneath his skin. How had this happened? Áedán and I didn't make sense. I was a sensible man in all things. Except, it seemed, about Áedán. There, with him, I lost my senses, and was glad of it. Fuck being sensible. That belonged outside of bed.

Coming wasn't a choice. Áedán drove me over the edge with his surging cock and wrung my orgasm out of me. As I shuddered and moaned, cock spurting, I clenched around him, drawing him over with me. Áedán locked up, holding me to him as if he truly wanted to make us one. He flung his head back on a wild cry, but then quickly brought it up and locked gazes with me. I memorized his face, all those sharpened lines, his glowing eyes, and parted lips. I'd never seen anything so beautiful.

Inside me, I felt his release. I'd never felt that before. I wasn't sensitive enough to feel a warm release in my warm channel. But Áedán came in cool spurts that shivered through me, refreshing me like a cold shower on the inside. I felt every drop, and as he slipped free, I squeezed my outer ring to keep as much of it inside me as I could.

Bent over me, hands on either side of me on the mattress and hair hanging over his face, Áedán panted. His spent cock lay beside mine on my pelvis, and I loved seeing us like that. I loved it so much that when he moved to lie beside me, I felt a little disappointed. But then he pulled me against him, turning me on my side to fit me into the curve of his body, and slid his upper leg between mine. That was so much better.

“Ethan.” His breath hit my neck and made me shudder.

“Mmm?”

“That was—” He paused, rising above me to meet my gaze. His eyes had a bright sheen to them. “Thank you.”

I touched his face. “You don't have to thank me.”

“I do.” He pressed his lips to mine. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

But I thought maybe I did. I could feel it in the way he held me. See it in the way he looked at me. He'd been alone for so long, and I'd just reminded him of what it felt like to be wanted. But he'd just made me feel more wanted, more treasured, than any man had ever done.

“It means a lot to me too.”

Smiling, he moved his hand and hit the cum on my belly—my cum. “What a cad I am!” He climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. He came back moments later with a wet washcloth. “I'm sorry I left you like this.” He washed my belly clean.

“I didn't want to move away from you, or I would have gone and cleaned myself.” I took the washcloth, tossed it on the bedside table, and pulled him back onto the bed. “I want you to stay with me.”