Page 12 of Ever After

I don’t answer. I think the spit dried up in my mouth.

I cup his cheeks, spreading them so I can see his hole. It’s a pretty pink—the same colour as his nipples. It glistens with lube and looks impossibly small for me to fit into.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I breathe. He looks back. The humour has gone, his eyes slumberous with need and his lips fuller where he’s been biting them. I slap his arse. “Don’t stop.”

His eyes flare, and then he wriggles, leaning forward so I have a good view and sliding the first finger in.

“That’s so good,” he says throatily.

I tighten my grip on his buttocks. The skin is red where my nails are digging in, but I know he doesn’t care if it hurts. “More,” I say, levering up and biting at his shoulder before lying back down. “You’ll need another two for what I have planned.”

“Brave words from a man who just sank five Lemon Drops.”

“They were very tasty. Keep going,” I growl.

His head is turned slightly to the side, and I watch his pretty profile as he slides in another finger. He bites his lip and hovers, breathing out before starting to shove them in harder and harder.

Soon he’s writhing on my lap, rubbing his balls in the hair on my happy trail and working his hole. I rub the stretched skin. He’s got three fingers in now. I reach for the lube and pour a stream of it over his fingers, watching slack-mouthed as they move in and out of the tiny opening.

“You’re so sexy,” I say hoarsely. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

He removes his fingers and I open my mouth to order him back, but it dies away to a groan as he scootches down and takes me into his mouth. The tight wet warmth is hot against my skin, and I arch up with none of my usual care—just this absolute desire to disappear down his throat. He groans, and the vibration makes shivers of arousal shade my skin, bringing up goosebumps.

Then his mouth is gone and his hands are around my cock. They’re slippery and I realise he must have reached for the lube while I was lost to his mouth.

He lets me go, my dick slapping back against my stomach, and I don’t have time to say anything because he immediately scrambles around to face me. He hovers over me and I fist my cock, lifting it up and notching it against his opening just as he slides down.

My dick slips into him like a key into a lock and we both groan loudly. “Fuck,” he says fervently. “So good.”

His words are slurring, and I feel the same haze of alcohol inside me mix with arousal. It’s like a simmer in my blood as I thrust up into him and he grinds down. Each time he moves up, he nearly comes off me, and then there’s a pop as my dick slams back into him which makes my eyes cross.

His movements are getting sloppy, the alcohol telling on him now, and I grab his hips, guiding him in a series of sharp moves. My dick is encased in the hottest, tightest hole, and my arms are full of him. I pant out scattered words and syllables. I don’t think they make any sense, but he still watches me intently with slitted eyes and an open mouth. He has a flush on his cheeks as if he knows I’m praising his hole and his body.

He fastens his hands on my shoulders, his nails digging into me as he rides me faster and faster, grinding down as his groans get louder.

I try to reach for him, but my coordination is sloppy and my hand glances off his bum harmlessly. I shove my head back, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Levi, look at me.”

I force my eyes open. He’s waiting for me, and as soon as our gazes collide, he does a move with his hips that makes me shout out. He gives a blissful moan and then I’m coming, shuddering and moaning as I unload into him. I just have the presence of mind to fist his cock, and he grunts and comes over my fingers and stomach.

I wait until he opens his eyes and then I fasten my mouth on my hand sucking up the come. His colour is high, his eyes drunk and fascinated.

“Better than a lemon drop,” I observe and he grins approvingly at me. Then he lifts up and we both groan as my cock slips free. I feel the gush of fluid on my cock and balls and then he falls to my side, immediately snuggling into me when I raise my arm.

For a while, we lie quietly, occasionally twitching as a zap of pleasure grabs at tired nerve endings. He plays with my fingers, putting our hands together so our rings are side by side, while the room does another gentle drunken circuit.

Finally, he stirs and pumps his fist. “First marital shag done. We’ve consummated the marriage, so my position is now secure.”

“Sometimes I regret you watching A Woman of Substance.”

“Not nearly as much as me. Life was a lot easier when I didn’t have a TV.” He slaps my chest cheerfully. “Anyway, not bad, Levi.”

“Not bad?” I say crossly. “You nearly killed me.”

“Hardly. I’m much too pretty for prison.”

“And that is your objection? Not the ethics, but the appearance.”