Page 68 of Enticing the Elf
Facing the… oh.Ohhhhh. I turn around so fast, I nearly fall over, then scramble onto the couch and present my ass. For a moment, nothing happens, and I swear I tremble with anticipation.
Eoin’s breath wafts across my most sensitive skin, and my eyes drift closed—only to open when he trails a finger slowly down my cleft.
“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
His chuckle is his only reply as his finger teases my hole… and then it’s replaced by the wet heat of his tongue, and I forget everything I was thinking.
He’s so… damn… good… at this.
Soon the nerve-tingling pleasure morphs into driving need, his talented attention winding me up into nonsensical babble as I push back into his mouth. My hand slides down to grab my cock, squeezing around the base before I pump it once. Too dry… What’s the lube spell? I can’tthink.
Then Eoin’s mouth is gone, and I whimper at the loss, but it’s replaced within seconds by the nudge of his hard dick.
“Yesss,” I gasp, pushing out eagerly—not that my muscles have any tension left in them. He slides in even more easily than an eternity of sloppy rimming should allow, and when his handcomes around to take over working my cock, it’s wet with lube. Obviously he’s still capable of remembering the spell.
I’ll have to see what I can do to change that.
Bracing my forearms on the back of the couch, I flex my hips, forcing him all the way into me, and his choked gasp is my reward.
“Easy,” he breathes. “You’ll hurt?—”
“I won’t. Come on, Eoin. Do me hard. I want to feel like your cock is permanently embedded in me.” Remembering my own drunken rambling from the night at the club, I add, “Merge me with the universe.” I punctuate it by clenching my ass muscles around him.
The sound he makes is part laugh and part groan, but he takes me at my word, pulling back and ramming into me just the way I want it. I thrust my ass backward to meet him, and he doesn’t even need to jack me off—the tight clasp of his hand and the friction from our movements is going to do the work for him.
I try to focus on making this as good for him as possible. On this first time with us being official boyfriends being special, noteworthy. I have no idea if I hold up my end, but I know I’ll never forget this.
“Fuck, Dáithí, I’m going to come,” he grunts. “Are you close? Please?”
“Come, baby. I love you.”
The low-pitched scream sounds like it’s torn from his throat as his thrusts stutter, and the liquid heat of his cum floods me. That’s all it takes to send me into the best orgasm of my life.
Much later,in bed, I cuddle up to Eoin’s side, secure and warm. Maybe I still can’t know what the future holds. Eoin would neverdeliberately hurt me, but that doesn’t mean his feelings won’t one day change, and if that happens, it will shatter me. But I don’t need to let fear of something that might never come keep me from basking in his love now.
Even if that means living with the tiny spark of doubt I can’t quite shake.
I trust Eoin, and I trust that one day, that doubt will be buried under all the love he’s given me.
“Dáithí?” he asks, his voice cutting through the darkness.
“Hm?” I thought he was asleep already.
“I don’t want you to think I don’t understand how hard it was for you to give me your trust. I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate the commitment you made to me tonight.”
My heartbeat drums loudly in my ears. “W-Why would I think that?”
“Because I’m going to finish the Summit of Love.”
We’re still arguingabout it when we get off the elevator at work the next morning. Eoin refuses to see reason.
“It’s not necessary,” I insist for the millionth time. “I don’t want you to.”
“Uh-huh. I’m still going to, though.”
I stomp over to my desk, unlock the ward on the bottom drawer, and grab my spray bottle.
“So that’s where you put it,” he says from right behind me. Good. Saves me having to walk back to him. I straighten and aim the nozzle at him as I squeeze the handle.
