Page 10 of Fairy's Forbidden Touch
“May I see you?” he asked, fingers hovering over my button.
I nodded, helping him undo my jeans and push them down along with my boxers. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me, fully hard and already leaking pre-cum.
“You’re different,” he observed, reaching out to touch me tentatively. “Warmer. And the coloration…”
“Is that okay?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“It’s fascinating,” he assured me, wrapping his hand around me experimentally. “Show me how to please you.”
I placed my hand over his, guiding him to the right pressure and rhythm. “Like this,” I demonstrated. “Everyone’s a little different in what they like. This is what works for me.”
He was a quick study, matching the movements I showed him and watching my face intently for reactions. When he discovered a particularly sensitive spot just beneath the head, he focused his attention there, clearly pleased by my response.
“You’re a natural,” I gasped as he picked up the pace.
“I am merely following your guidance,” he replied modestly, though there was a hint of pride in his voice.
It had been so long since anyone had touched me, and the surreal nature of the situation—getting a handjob from a fairyprince in his magical apartment—added an extra edge to my arousal. It wasn’t going to take long.
“I’m close,” I warned him.
Instead of pulling away, he leaned closer, fascination evident in his expression. “I want to see.”
That was all it took to push me over the edge. I came hard, spilling over his hand and my stomach, pleasure washing through me in waves. Through half-closed eyes, I saw him watching intently, cataloging every reaction.
As I caught my breath, he lifted his hand, examining the fluid on his fingers with scientific curiosity.
“Interesting consistency,” he commented, and I couldn’t help laughing.
“Such a romantic observation,” I teased.
His lips quirked in that almost-smile. “I have much to learn about romance, it seems.”
I reached for my t-shirt to clean up, but he stopped me, producing a soft cloth that seemed to materialize from nowhere. With gentle movements, he cleaned first me, then himself.
“Thank you,” he said formally when he’d finished. “For sharing this experience with me.”
The formality made me smile. “You’re welcome, Your Highness.”
He frowned slightly. “I would prefer you use my name when we are… like this.”
“Thalen,” I said, testing the name on my tongue. It felt intimate, somehow more significant than what we’d just done.
We dressed in comfortable silence. I noticed him watching as I pulled my clothes back on, still studying me with that intense curiosity.
“Will you come back?” he asked as I prepared to leave, an unexpected vulnerability in his voice. “Perhaps tomorrow, after your work?”
The responsible thing would be to take this slowly, to really think about what I was getting myself into. But I’d never been particularly good at responsible.
“I’d like that,” I said, and was rewarded with his first genuine smile—a sight so breathtaking it made my heart stutter.
As I left his strange, beautiful home and made my way back to Maya’s couch, I knew I was probably making another in my long line of bad decisions. But somehow, this one felt different. This one felt right.
Chapter 3: Movie Night Mishaps
“You’re seeing someone,” Maya announced two weeks later, hands on her hips as she stared down at me on her couch. “You’ve been sneaking in at dawn with that stupid smile on your face.”
I pulled the blanket over my head. “It’s too early for interrogations.”
