Page 27 of Dating A Fae
I nod and say, “Can I top?”
“Absolutely. I like it all.” Milton brushes a kiss to my brow and stands to rummage around in the nightstand. He comes back with a vial of oil.
“Old school,” I quip.
“Yes, but this is better than any human made lube. You’ll just have to trust me on that.” He crawls into the bed, and we’re kissing again. Hands on each other’s cocks, pumping slowly.
“I’m probably not gonna last very long,” I confess between kisses.
“Doesn’t matter,” he pants back. “Want to prep me yourself? Or watch as I do it?”
Those words damn well almost have me tipping over the edge already.
“I’ll watch? Then… Maybe join in too?”
Milton passes me the vial and gets to his hands and knees. “Pour some on my hole.”
My heart pounds as I follow his instructions. Not too much, don’t want to ruin his sheets.
He reaches back and says, “More.” Just as he rubs his entrance. I drizzle more along his crack, and he sighs when he gathers it and sinks a finger inside. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a cock in me.”
That makes mine pulse at the thought that the next cock plunging into him will be mine. Milton works a second and third finger inside, opening himself.
“Can I?” I almost swallow the words, but I force them out.
He whimpers when he pulls his fingers from his hole. I lube mine and sink my pointer finger inside.
“Okay. Yeah. I can’t. I’ll come before—”
He turns back to look at me. “I’m ready.” He does a little wiggle of his ass that damn near does me in.
I nod, but… “I want to see your face.” Doggy for our first time like this feels so impersonal.
Luckily, he understands and lays on his back, spreading his legs so I can slide between them. I slick my cock with the oil. We make eye contact, and he nods. I press the head of my cock to his hole and take a deep breath before sliding in slowly.
“Holy. Fuck. Fuck. You’re so tight.” And hot. I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my eyes shut.
Milton wraps his legs around me. He rubs my shoulders. Not one complaint falls from his lips.
Inch by inch I seat myself inside him, and when I do, I open my eyes.
He’s smiling, and brushes the hair from my face. I kiss him over and over, trying to get used to the heat of him. His fingers trail over my body leaving fire where he’s touched. Sweat drips down my back.
Finally, I move my hips, pulling out only to push back in slowly. Milton moans beneath me, and I realize I must have hit his prostate. I do the action again, another moan. I take my time to find a rhythm that works for both of us. By the time I do, I’m already on the edge. Milton’s cock leaks pre-cum between us as he strokes himself.
“I won’t break if you want to try faster,” Milton pants. We’re both so keyed up it won’t take much for either of us.
I piston in and out, my balls slamming against him. Once. Twice. My balls draw up and electricity sizzles down my spine as I spill inside. Milton cries out at his release, splashing us with cum. I slump onto him, breathing heavy against his skin.
“Fuck. So that’s… That’s what it’s like to top.”
Milton’s fingers play in my hair. “Did you enjoy it? I know I did.”
“Yeah. Next time you’re topping. I wanna try that too.”
“My pleasure,” he purrs into my ear, and we’re kissing again.
It’s not much longer until we fall asleep, thoughts of food forgotten.
