Page 54 of The Fae Menagerie
"I gave you a command. What do you say?"
Command? I didn't remember a command. "You did, Your Highness?"
"Wait for me."
I whined at the reminder. I was already so close. "Yes, Your Highness."
"That's better," he muttered. He added a third finger to the mix and continued to widen the gap, making room for me while his balls continued to dance along my length. It wasn't enough friction to take me over the edge, but it was enough to drive me crazy.
He shoved his fingers deeper inside and moaned. "I'm so ready for you, Parker. Are you still waiting for me?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
He turned to face me, his fingers still buried deep inside. "Good, mionblath. So perfect for me."
Instead of lining up my cock with his hole, he backed up, placing his knees by mine and bending down to take my cock in his hot mouth. We'd done this before, his mouth on me and mine on his cock, but with my hands tied above my head and his sharp teeth so close to my sensitive flesh, I felt more vulnerable than ever before.
He hollowed his cheeks and took me to the root, burying his nose in the unruly nest of black curls between my legs. He breathed around me and exhaled with a sigh, sending vibrations through my cock and into my balls. I trembled as I fought the urge to come.
"Doyle!" I pleaded.
He pulled off me with a pop and coated me with a liberal dose of salve. In my state of desperation, I hadn't even noticed when he picked up the jar.
"Parker, my sweet Parker." Doyle climbed back up to me, leaning forward on his elbows. His gaze was intense as he bit his lip again. "Are you sure you want me like this?"
"Yes, please!" He cocked his eyebrow at me in challenge, and I belatedly added, "Your Highness!"
The "s" turned into a hiss as Doyle sat up on his knees and sank down on my cock in one fluid motion. When he'd taken all of me, his balls slapped against my stomach.
He looked so beautiful, with a slight sheen of sweat glistening across his gorgeous body, and his back arched as he wriggled, trying to find the angle he wanted.
"So good, Parker," he moaned as he raised up on his knees. He went so far, I thought my cock would fall out, but then he pressed back down and enveloped me in his tight heat. My hips thrust of their own accord.
"That's it, mionblath. Give it to me. Give me your cock."
We were really doing this. Already, my first time was too much. I was too hot, too close. Each labored breath only made me more lightheaded. I was going to pass out from the pleasure and the overwhelming ache in my chest.
"Let me take care of you." Doyle leaned over me, trailing his nails along my shoulders, enough to ground me without leaving marks on my skin. He captured my lips with his and pushed his breath into me, forcing me to breathe with him, through him.
My pulse slowed, and he backed off so I could see his smirk. "That's better."
I lost myself in the rhythm as Doyle rode me. He returned to his knees and grabbed hold of his cock. I forced my eyes to stay open to watch him undulate in humanly impossible ways. He looked beautiful with his iridescent wings spread wide behind him. The closer he came to his release, the more they shook, so much the bed vibrated with them.
"Come with me, Parker." Now, it was Doyle's turn to plead. "Show me you're just as wild about me as I am for you."
Wild. That was exactly how I felt. I strained against the tie, wanting so badly to touch Doyle, to fly with him rather than on my own. I gripped the extra length of silk, instead, holding on for dear life as Doyle's vibrations spilled over into me. I arched my back as waves of pleasure rolled me under.
Doyle froze and his cock erupted, coating me with white splashes from my shoulder to my stomach. The sensation of his channel constricting around me set off bursts of fireworks behind my eyelids.
I must have blacked out until I felt Doyle reach for the tie. He freed my hands and flopped on top of me. He rewarded me with a sloppy kiss and rested his forehead on the pillow beside me.
It was rare to see him up close like this. He was so beautiful, it was hard to look at him, even when we made out. Now, with his breath inside me and my cock still buried deep inside him, I could stare.
His hair was almost iridescent in the soft magic glow of the walls. His face was mostly dry after contact with the pillowcase, but the rapid rise and fall of his chest reassured me he was just as worn out as I was.
He licked his swollen lips and leaned to kiss me again. "What do you think, my little mionblath? Once and done, or would you like to add this to our nightly fun?"
I laughed at his mock cheer. "Maybe."
