Page 44 of November Reign
Oak’s body was a work of art. All the hours in the gym created a muscular physique. Golden skin covered his body. He had very little body hair, just some under his arms and a trail leading to his groin. His cock hung half hard under my gaze.
“Do you like what you see?” He tried for teasing, but fell short, a sort of anxiety falling over him.
“I really do. You’re gorgeous, Oak. Every. Damn. Inch.” Okay, maybe I was leering. Drooling too.
My magic, what little had recovered after sleeping, had conjured up a stool so Oak could sit in the roomy shower stall. The waterfall shower head poured deliciously warm water over us both. Seated, he was at the perfect height for me to wash his hair, getting any grime from the sidewalk out of it.
“I asked Cody to bring us something to eat and some fresh sheets.”
As if hearing my words, Oak’s stomach growled.
“Let me finish and we can go eat.”
He hooked an arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Does this mean you’ll be putting clothes on?”
“Uh,” I found myself lost for words. I was practically in Oak’s lap with nothing between us. “Probably.”
“Then no. I’ve waited so long to have you like this. I’d rather go hungry than miss out on my chance to touch you.”
“Fuck!”
“Yeah, I want to do that too, if you’re up for it.”
“But—“
“I’m fine. Nothing can stop me from fucking you, unless you don’t want it.”
“Oh, I want it. I just don’t want to hurt you.” My cock was hardening, my thighs shaking as I held myself off him. I should have pushed away, he was just so damn tempting.
“Good.” He squeezed my ass. “If you’re so worried, you could ride me. Like this.” He grasped my hips and pulled me down onto him. His length was hot and hard against my ass.
Hastily, I turned off the shower and struggled free of Oak. I found a towel and threw it at him. He laughed but began toweling off as I dried myself.
“Here,” I said, naked but dry. “Let me see to your hair.” I led him to the bedroom and gently pushed him to sit on the stool at the dresser. His amused face met mine in the mirror as I used magic to take out some more of the moisture in his hair before running a comb through the silky strands.
“Can I braid it?” I asked.
“Sure.” His gaze turned fond with underlying heat as I ran my fingers through his hair, dividing it into sections before making the braid and tying it off with a hair tie.
He turned and pulled me close, his warm skin so smooth and soft against me.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. You just… you’re like some sort of beautiful fae prince. I can’t keep my eyes off you. I want to taste you, feel you, get inside you. All my thoughts are of you.”
“Damn.”
I leaned down to kiss him. Our tongues tangled, the kiss turning heated quickly. He held me to him firmly, not treating me like glass like some in my past.
Oak’s hands wandered my body, as his lips traced their way down my throat, chest, abdomen, to my very interested dick. He licked around the head before sucking it into his mouth. His eyes met mine, heat and humor in the dark orbs. He was loving this.
“Bed. Let’s…” I groaned as he took me deeper. “Lube!”
He sucked the head of my cock again. “You sure?” He blew air over me, making me shudder.
“Yes!” I pushed away from him to rush to the bed. I found the lube before crawling on.
The magic was clearly working as Oak moved quickly, settling once more against the headboard.
“C’mere.”
