Page 55 of Fairies Never Fall

“Please,” Lysander begs urgently, clutching my shoulders.

I tug him close as I stroke him. His brow furrows and his soft blue lips twist as if he’s in pain. I run my fingers up the slim shaft and he cries out, and without any warning his come bursts over my hand.

Fuck.

I steal the rest of his cries with my mouth, hungry to taste them. His body trembles. He’s so damn sensitive, I want to make him come again and again.

I drop to my knees and open his thighs. His sweet, heady scent hits me in the face and my cock jerks against my suit pants. His cock is still twitching when I swallow it, and the sweet-tart taste of his essence explodes over my tongue.

I made him fertile. Now I get to drink the reward.

Strong hands sink into my hair. I don’t usually like when guys hold me down, if I’m honest — it makes me feel trapped. But with Lysander I love it. I want him to take what he needs.

What he needs is to ride my mouth, which he does. Vigorously, and loudly.

His cock is long enough that if I had a gag reflex it’d choke me, but I got rid of that pesky thing a long time ago, so instead I get the throat-fucking of my life. The thick base stretches my mouth while the slim tip probes my throat, and I can feel it squirming around, seeking pleasure with a mind of its own. His juices slide down my chin liberally and his cries fill my ears.

But I’m not done with him — and I’m pretty good at multitasking. As I flex my throat around him, I reach up behind his slit and let my fingers drift farther back. Everything is sosmooth and wet my finger just glides right across his tight pucker. We haven’t done this at all. I love what wehavebeen doing, and I’ve been determined to let him explore at his own pace. Yet it’s crossed my mind he might not even think of this as a possibility, and I don’t want to deprive him.

Lysander’s thigh tenses under my free hand and I do it again, just petting him there, letting it sink in. His hips slow, but as I rub a little harder he groans and starts fucking my mouth in earnest, tossing his head back, long hair rippling in the moonlight. His rhythm is jerky and desperate. I suck hungrily, almost as eager as him. I don’t mind bottoming, but I prefer to top — there’s nothing like feeling someone come apart on my cock. When I think about fucking him my chest grows tight and I have to remember to breathe.

I pull off his cock, saliva and other ungracious fluids dripping from my bottom lip. “Do you like that, baby?”

In answer, he spreads his thighs wider.

“More,” he begs.

Who am I to denythat?

This time I bypass his cock and lick down his wet slit, all the way down until I taste his taut, tender hole. The noise he lets out sends goosebumps erupting over my skin. I start slow, licking and probing alternately, letting him feel it — and from the moans he’s making, he definitely feels it. His hips push back into my hands and my scalp tingles from his tight grip. I probe deeper, softening him up, opening him. He’s so fucking responsive. I love rimming but I’ve never met anyone who could come from it, yet the way his thighs are shaking, I bet he will. It fuels me to taste more.

Suddenly, without warning, his hole opens under my tongue and I’m sliding inside. His sweet, musky essence surrounds me. Then I have my answer. He goes tight and hard against mytongue. A loud, open-mouthed cry fills my ears and slick wetness suddenly coats my mouth. My vision goes hazy.

He did it.

I’m so hard I could come inside my pants without even touching myself. I pant against his skin, my fingers digging too hard into his hip as he writhes.

His convulsions finally slow and I pull back. His eyes are glazed and his jaw slack, and he’s flushed blue the color of his robe all the way down his chest.

I wipe my chin. “Holy christ, baby.”

“Your suit,” he gasps.

My borrowed suit jacket is covered in streaks of crystal droplets. His come. “Oops.”

“It’s filthy.” He sinks back on his elbows, looking guilty.

“It’s nothing. I’ll get it dry-cleaned.”

I lean in, telegraphing my intentions clearly in case he’s squeamish about kissing after, well, where my mouth has just been. He tips his face toward me eagerly. His lips part and I deepen the kiss without meaning to, groaning when he arches into me. My cock rubs the seam of the suit, sending excited shivers through me.

“Lysander…" I groan. “I really want to fuck you.”

His eyes go wide. I was a little worried he wouldn’t know exactly what that means, not sure how I’d explain it to him, but… yeah, he knows.

I expect him to sayNot yet.I’m ready for hesitation, or uncertainty — most people need a little time to warm up to the idea if they’ve never done it before. I just want to let him know it’s an option. I hope when he’s ready, he’ll let me show him something no one’s ever shown him.

Instead, he opens his mouth and says, “Yes.”

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