Page 89 of Promised to the Nightmare Realm
His eyes shine from between his fingers, and he opens his legs until I spot the sensual shadow of the crevice between his butt cheeks. “I bet itfeelshandsome too. You need to remind me.”
We’ve only made love twice, but I’ve been around him enough to hazard a guess of what he might enjoy. There’s a reason he’s attracted to my strength, that he likes being courted, and that he shivers whenever I pick him up.
I pull on his leg, then grab his arm and flip him in a move I’ve perfected over the years. He gasps as I lie on top, nestling my hard cock in the crevice between his ass cheeks.
“Oh… Perfect spot for my cock,” I murmur against the back of his head, slowly rocking my hips to give him a sense of what’s coming.
Nate pants, squeezes the sheets, and arches his back in an effort to rub his crack against me. “Yes… I really missed you. Tristan…”
Ohh, I love how pleadingly he whispers my name, almost as if it’s a prayer to gods unknown. So pliant. Such a perfect sun to my moon.
I grab the little bottle of lubricant from the side of the bed. I did not dare assume it would come in handy, but a man can always hope. When I pour the oil over his crack, he shivers under me. I spread it first with my cock, then with my fingers, eager to delve into the heat of his body as I kiss his gooseflesh-covered back.
“It’s like your body was meant for me,” I say and slip half a finger into him with ease. He’s no virgin, we both know what we’re doing and what we want, but I still need to make sure he’s comfortable and not tense. I know I don’t need to worry when his hole greedily accepts two fingers.
I’m overflowing with so much lust my brain is cooking in my skull, and he only fuels the fever by rocking his hips back and forth. His puckered hole swallows the digits, sucking on them as he pulls back, watching me from behind the shoulder, as if he wants to say, ‘See? I’m ready for you.’
“I’m so turned-on,” he rasps, reaching between his legs.
I love how he can sometimes seem almost shy but then show me this uninhibited side of him to match my greedy nature. I pull out my fingers and cover him with the full weight of my body, trusting he’ll tell me if it’s too much. I press my slick cockhead to where my fingers have just been, and one needy whimper of his later, I push in with a grunt, bliss exploding behind my eyelids.
I press my teeth to his nape, overwhelmed by how much I need tohavehim.
He tightens, then yields, and pulls one of my hands to his chest, placing it over his heart as I sink in deeper, molding his body to the shape of my dick. Bliss dances in my blood. His skintastes of sunshine, and when I bottom out inside him, the soft whine he gives sounds triumphant.
He mutters my name. Once, twice, then stirs his hips, teasing me.
“Move…”
He doesn’t need to ask me twice. I trap him under me, pressing him into the mattress as I start rocking my hips. Every time they slap against his ass I get a little thrill that goes all the way down to my balls. I slide my hands under him and squeeze his pecs, eagerly toying with his nipples while that tight channel of muscles swallows my cock like it was made for it. Made just for me.
My promised.
I speed up, riding his ass while he moans louder. “Go on, say my name again,” I rasp into his ear, and he rises, pressing his back to my chest while I grab him with more force, marveling at the way his narrow hips swallow my cock over and over, at the wave of motion passing through pert flesh each time I bottom out inside him.
He’s exquisite. Sensual. Beautiful. Vulnerable. And mine.
Mine.
“Tristan… Ser Tristan… this is so good… don’t stop,” he rasps when I rock my hips, shallowly penetrating his body to drive him crazy with each push and pull.
I pride myself on my stamina, but I’ve waited too long for this, he’s too arousing, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to go without coming. Face flushed, I pull myself back to a kneeling position, taking him with me by the hips while I never stop fucking him.
I nudge his legs open wider with my knee. “Go on, get yourself off,” I say as I watch my cock plunge in and out of his pink pucker.
When he whips his head back, looking at me through that lush dark curtain of lashes, I’m suddenly almost too close. He pants and his bicep twitches as he moves his hand out of sight, tugging on that sweet, warm cock I will get my mouth on again as soon as I’m able.
Reality feels optional, and if this is an illusion, I wish to stay here forever.
Nate gasps, twists, and then his face reflects pure bliss.
I can smell his cum.
I speed up as if I’m his pet and he finally gave me the permission to come. Faster, faster, I chase my orgasm, and then my balls tighten, muscles tense. I can only hope I’m not gripping him too hard, but this wave crashing over me is too much, and I can’t think anymore.
My body throbs with heat, and when I fill him with my cum, a sense of peace settles dee in my chest.
He pulls hard on my forearm, and I topple, pressing him to the mattress as strength drains out of my muscles, leaving behind the sweet satisfaction of the afterglow.
