So being worked open stung, and I breathed through my nose, slow and steady, Ryan muttering soft praise as he worked me open further. I cracked open an eye to look at him only to find him staring down at his own finger with something akin to awe as he thrust into me, like even the simple action was enough to take his breath away. He was a knight, a warrior, hardened in battle and able to deal death if called upon to do so. But Ryan Foxheart was also a sap.
“Paint a picture, it’ll last longer,” I teased him.
He snorted. “You’re an idiot.”
“I’ve never claimed otherwise. You know, it’s—and that’s a second finger. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I glared up at him. “If you do, I am going to murder everything about you.”
He rolled his eyes. “So romantic.”
“Dude, your hand is in my asshole. I don’t know about you, but that’s not really romantic.”
“It’s two fingers. Not my hand. Gods, Sam, you’re acting like I’m fisting you.”
I groaned, pushing down against his fingers as he crooked them up. “We’ll work up to that some other time. Now you need to fuck me.”
His eyes were wide. “What the hell do you mean we’ll work up to fisting? I am not going to put my fist up your—”
“I was talking about fisting you,” I snapped at him.
He swallowed with an audible click. “Uh. Yeah. Sure. Okay. Right. That. Would be. Um.”
Enough. Enough, enough, enough.
I put my foot flat against his chest, pushing him back away from me. I winced as his fingers slid loose, but I ignored it. He looked down at me in surprise, but before he could react, there was a pulse of magic and we flipped places, Ryan on his back on the bed, me sitting atop him.
His eyes bulged. “Did you just—ungh.”
“Yes, yes,” I grunted. “I magicked you under me because you were moving too fucking slow.” I reached behind me, running my palm along the crack of my ass, slicking up my hand before I grabbed his dick and stroked it. The cords in his neck stood out as he tilted his head back, throat exposed and taut.
“I thought you said magic in bed wasn’t—”
“I’m a godsdamn wizard now. I’ll do it when I want.”
“Oh my gods,” he muttered. “That should not be as hot as it is. What the hell is wrong with me?”
And it did hurt when I raised myself up, lined his cock up with my ass, and sank down slowly. Ryan Foxheart was not without his faults, but the size of his dick was not one of them. And while I didn’t bottom very often, it would have been such a waste not letting him fuck me every now and then.
By the time I was flush against his hips, we were both panting, my hands curling into his chest hair. His knees were bent and his feet were flat against the bed as I rose and began to lower myself again. He gripped my hips and pushed up, knocking the breath from my chest. He watched me closely as he did it again and again and again, my dick slapping against his stomach, the sound obscene and wet.
“Come on,” I muttered. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
He groaned as he pushed back up into me harshly, almost knocking me off his lap in the process, his thick thighs quivering underneath me. Any pain I’d felt was long gone, and it felt as if I was floating. It was different, though, than it’d been in the Dark Woods. Then I’d be immersed in a dense fog for days on end, the voices of dragons and Morgan whispering in my ear. Here there were fingers digging into my hips hard enough that I wondered if they’d leave bruises and I was stuffed full, mouth open in a soundless moan.
Ryan sat up quickly then, legs going off the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. He wrapped his arms around me, my legs on either side of him. He mouthed at my throat as he fucked me deeply, my name on his lips, my cock rubbing against the skin of his stomach.
I tilted my head until my forehead pressed against his, and he reached between us, his hand still sticky with oil as he circled my cock. He jerked me off quickly, the practiced twist of his wrist causing me to gasp. I came between us a moment later, spunk on his chest and chin. He bit my shoulder brutally, blunt teeth sinking into my skin as he tensed, hips stuttering, a low whine crawling from his throat.
We stayed like that for a time, breathing and breathing, sticky and sated.
Finally I managed to say, “Dude. We win. At everything.”
He only hugged me harder.
LATER, AFTER we’d stripped the bed and cleaned ourselves up, twilight was beginning to set in, torches lit around the camp, their light coming in through an open window. I was hungry, but I wanted sleep more. The idea of moving my head from Ryan’s chest was too difficult to comprehend, especially with his hand tracing small circles on my bare back.