He looked back over at me before he nodded. He gripped the underside of his thighs as he held his legs up. The hair on his stomach looked slick with sweat, and his feet were shaking slightly. His asshole was still wet with my spit, and I couldn’t help but rub a finger along it, pressing in to the first knuckle just to see what he would do.
His eyes fluttered closed as he bit his bottom lip, tilting his head back slightly.
He really was beautiful. I’d always thought so.
“Can you…?” He gnawed on his lip, then shook his head.
“Can I what?”
He swallowed, throat moving up and down. Then, “Can you kiss me?”
He sounded so vulnerable that I didn’t even hesitate, pulling my finger out of him. I was still fully clothed when I pressed against his ass. His eyes snapped open when he felt my weight, and he wrapped his strong legs around my hips. I put my hands on either side of his head, the dildo rolling against him in the crease of the bed. I stopped a few inches from his face, his eyes searching mine. I bent slowly, scraping my lips against his. He exhaled softly, hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach up and smash me against him. But he was waiting.
I propped myself up on one hand, bringing the other to grip his jaw, fingers spreading out along his cheek, thumb pressing against his throat. I rolled my hips against his ass, my cock rubbing just below his balls. I kissed him again, and he sighed into my mouth as I swiped my tongue against his lips. Then his mouth was open and wet, tongue against mine. It was like he snapped then, ankles locking behind my back, his mouth and tongue working me over. I groaned into the kiss, grinding down on him.
He broke the kiss, and I kissed down his jaw to his neck. For a moment, I saw him standing in the field with Justin again, talking quietly about something I didn’t know, and I was fucking jealous over it, even though I knew I didn’t have to be. Justin didn’t want Ryan anymore, or so he said. Ryan had chosen me. Yet there was still a small, dark part of me that saw them together, that knew it’d be them together for the month without me there with my awesome and witty repartee. Nothing was going to happen. Ryan loved me. And yet I couldn’t help biting down into the soft skin of his throat and sucking, bringing the blood to the surface to leave as dark a bruise as possible. He cried out near my ear, hand coming up to the back of my head to push me closer, to make the mark bigger. I complied, of course. How could I not?
His neck was slick with saliva when I pulled away, satisfied with the mark upon him. He looked up at me, dazed. I grinned down at him. “You want me to fuck you with that dildo now?” I asked affably.
He opened his mouth once, twice, then just nodded slowly.
I pulled myself back off him, his hands jerking like he was about to reach for me again.
“Hold your legs back again,” I said, reaching for the vial.
He did, thighs against his chest.
I ran my fingers along the back of his thighs, pulling slightly at the hair. “Gods,” I said reverently. “I will never get tired of this view.”
“Sam,” he said weakly, embarrassed but pleased.
“It’s quite the sight,” I continued. “Look how strong you are. Stronger than any of the other knights. Better than the rest of them.”
His smile was brittle, face heated.
“Now,” I said. “I’m going to give you three fingers—”
“No,” he said quickly.
I arched an eyebrow.
“Um,” he said. “Can I—just. Have. Two?”
“Two,” I repeated. “You want just two.”
“Yes.”
“Because you want to feel it.”
“Yes.”
“So when I leave tomorrow, you’ll still feel what I’m about to do to you.”
He looked so grateful when he said yes again that I knew what he was thinking. Of course I would give him whatever he asked for.
“Two it is,” I said, like it wasn’t a big deal. “So you can feel it. Anything else?”
He started to shake his head, then stopped. He hesitated. Then shook his head.