Page 59 of Sweet Surrender
“Yes,” Knight hissed, rocking his hips down.
Saint dutifully added a third finger, groaning as Knight took him easily. He pumped his fingers in, watching Knight take him so greedily it made his head spin.
“Oh God. I want to fuck you. Can I?”
Saint looked up, meeting Knight’s eyes, his own eyes large and dark with hunger.
“Yes,” Knight gasped, clenching hard around his fingers. “Yes, please. Fuck me. Come on.”
Saint made a desperate whimpering noise as he pulled his fingers out and grabbed his dick. His left hand balanced on Knight’s thigh as he pushed forward, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he sank in easily, all the way to the hilt. Knight’s mouth fell open at the stretch. He had to reach down to grab his weeping prick, stroking himself furiously, clenching rhythmically around the hot length inside him.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Saint whined, gripping Knight’s hips, his own hips jerking uncontrollably, face scrunched like his pleasure was so acute it bordered on pain. “I can’t—oh fuck, oh fuck, Knight—I’m not going to—I need—”
Knight hooked his legs around Saint’s hips then abruptly flipped them over so he was on top.
Saint cried out as Knight inadvertently clenched around him, his hips jerking up, hands clawing at Knight’s thighs.
“Christ,” he snarled, every inch of him shaking, his thrusts jerky, wild and uncontrollable. “Knight!”
Knight braced his hands on the mattress beside his head and began to rock his hips, slapping his ass down into Saint’s lap, taking him in deep. His wings were flared wide over the bed, his tail sneaking down between Saint’s legs to tease at his balls.
“That feel good, bunny?”
Too good. Too fucking good. Oh God, angel, I’m not going to last.
“You deserve this, do you know that?” Knight said, then swivelled his hips. Saint cried out, back arching, his watery eyes locked on his. His pulse was thundering, his gaze greedy, desperate. “You deserve pleasure. You deserve to feel good.”
“I do,” Saint gasped, looking like he’d never truly believed it until now. “I do, I do, I do—” he repeated, each with more conviction than the last.
Knight switched from bouncing to grinding, clenching rhythmically around Saint’s throbbing length.
I can’t, Saint gasped into his head, his nails digging hard into Knight’s thighs, his balls tightening under the teasing touch of Knight’s tail.Oh fuck, I can’t—I can’t—
“Do it,” Knight growled, changing his movements again, trying to match Saint’s uncoordinated thrusts as he bounced in his lap. “Come inside me. I want it. Fill me up, Saint.”
Saint managed to shove a hand between their bodies, gripping Knight’s dick in an almost painfully tight fist. One tight stroke and Knight was coming like a shot, wings flaring wide, crying out and spraying all over Saint’s belly.
Saint followed with a grunt, hips flexing. “Oh God,angel.”
Knight clenched his muscles, squeezing around him, milking him. Saint whined, back arching, eyelids fluttering.
Knight collapsed onto his chest when they were done riding the aftershocks, making sure to keep half his weight on the mattress rather than on Saint, his wings draping around them.
Saint was breathing heavily, one trembling hand petting at Knight’s hair.
Was that okay? He asked shyly.I did not last long at all.
It was perfect.Knight grinned.And in case you didn’t notice, I lasted as long as you did.He leaned up on one elbow to kiss him hard.Besides, I honestly could not have pictured better for my first time.
Saint’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as Knight pulled back from the kiss. “Your first time?” he blurted.
Knight laughed. “Last night was a first, too. Why are you so shocked?”
Saint’s eyes bulged harder. “I don’t know.” He huffed. “In our dreams—” He blushed. “—you’ve always been so confident and so sexy, I just ... assumed. I’m sorry.”
Knight kissed his nose. “I’m officially banning that word.” Saint snorted. “You think I’m confident and sexy, eh? Tell me more about that.”
“Shut up, Knight.”
