Page 49 of The Fae Menagerie
From this close, Doyle's terrified expression was enough to make me question my desires. I sputtered an apology, but he stopped me with his soft fingertip on my lips.
"Only if you top. That's the only way I know I won't hurt you."
Wow. He was already talking sex, and all I wanted was more kissing, maybe a little groping, and possibly a couple orgasms like the one I gave myself in the shower this morning.
"I'm not ready for that."
"I know." He smirked. "Setting some ground rules. You'll tell me if you don't like something."
I nodded. "Yes."
"How?"
"Stop."
"If that doesn't work?"
"I'll scream." I didn't give him a chance to prepare for it, either. I screamed "Stop" at the top of my lungs, far too close to his ear. He was out of bed so fast, I thought he'd flown for a moment, but no. He used his wings to counterbalance, nothing more.
"Point taken," he said. "That will kill and skin my libido." He pointed to his cock, now hanging limp between his legs. The action reminded me I was still wearing my shirt and boxers. I felt overdressed. I unbuttoned just enough to pull the shirt over my head, slid out of my boxers, jumbled both into a ball, and tossed them at the chair holding the rest of my clothes. By some miracle, they landed on the seat.
Doyle warily climbed back into bed. He lay on his back and motioned for me to follow him. "This might be more comfortable."
"No more ground rules?"
"After that demonstration, I'm certain you can take whatever you want from me." He shook his head, but his smirk gave him away. He might have been afraid of my screams, but he knew I wouldn't let him overpower me.
He spread his legs, and I lay between them. The moment I brushed against the patch of curly hair at his groin, I groaned. The soft curls welcomed my thickening cock. It felt taboo to lie naked with him, but our bodies slotted together perfectly.
Except I was too short. I gripped his shoulders and pulled myself closer to his lips. He shifted beneath me, and his hard length rubbed against mine. I grunted and sought his mouth. My hips bucked of their own accord, seeming to know what I was supposed to do more than I did. The motion brought our cocks together in a delicious dance.
I found the same rhythm with our mouths, kissing, licking and nipping at his lips while I continued to rub against him. It was too hot, so I shoved the blankets away.
"Up on your knees," Doyle directed.
Oh, yes. From here, I could see how far-gone Doyle was. His pupils were blown, making his green eyes look almost black. His invisible hairs caught his sweat. He glistened with it, but it didn't bead or drip off him. He really was perfect.
Something warm and wet wrapped around my cock, and I gasped at the sensation. Doyle had coated his hand with his own precome and used it to slick me up. His hand felt wonderful, but it wasn't enough.
"More."
Doyle positioned his cock beside mine. With both hands, he wrapped us in his grip, slowly tightening his hold until Imoaned. It took all my willpower not to flop onto his chest. I was so close, and my head spun. I needed to come.
"Doyle?" I forced my eyes open. I needed to confirm he was still here with me. From his half-lidded gaze and shallow breaths, he was as close as I was.
"I've got you, mionblath." His wicked grin made me forget all about the strange word. "Come for me."
I didn't recognize my voice as I yelled his name. Thick ropes of white coated his hand, our cocks, and his stomach. Half of the mess was his, and if his laugh was any indication, he'd enjoyed himself.
I flopped onto his chest, not caring when I smeared cum on both of us.
"Oh, no, you don't," he said. "Shower time."
"Will you have to clean it again?" Nighttime orgasms made me sleepy, and I wanted Doyle in bed beside me, not scrubbing my scent from the shower walls.
"I'm never cleaning that shower again," he whispered. "Not if it's going to smell like you."
"But—"
