Page 139 of Heart Over Heels

I crossed over to him, set the lube on the table, and put my good knee on the mattress. With ginger strokes, I cleaned hisstomach and tiny cock, which thickened in my grasp, kicking alive at the same moment his tail swished across the comforter.

Darby bit his lip and blushed, and I tossed the towel aside, freeing my hand to palm him instead, working over his length in slow strokes.

“Mercy,” he moaned, hips lifting and fingers clenching in the sheets.

Considering he’d just come, I was surprised to see him already hard again. It must’ve shown on my face, because he stilled long enough to murmur shyly.

“Short refractory period.” He shrugged. “Kind of wasted on a bottom.”

A waste? More like a gift, and one that had me wondering how many times I could bring him back, how many sounds I could pull from his pretty mouth, how many ways I could watch his body move and crave and chase my touch.

“Not anymore,” I told him.

A shuddering breath escaped him as I slid my hands to his thighs, easing back and pulling him with me. I dragged his body across the comforter until his ass rested on the edge of the bed.

As I planted my feet, he cocked his head and grinned at me. “I thought I was gonna ride you?”

I shook my head. “You get to relax, pretty girl. You’ve done enough work tonight.”

Without another word, he lifted his legs and offered himself to me.

Turning aside, I snagged the lube and pumped a generous amount into my palm. Slicking two fingers, I cupped the back of Darby’s bent leg and guided my hand down between us. When I pressed into his heat, he arched immediately, eyelids fluttering and chest lifting like he couldn’t draw air fast enough.

I eased deeper, finding the place my tongue had been minutes before, pushing and curling into the most private parts of him.

Darby’s fingers dug into his calves as he spread himself wider. His mouth fell open, and the tendons in his neck jumped.

My third finger joined the others, and his answering cry crawled straight up my spine. I could barely breathe as I worked him looser, so overwhelmed by the spectacle of it all.

“Stop,” he whimpered, releasing his hold on himself to grab my wrist instead. His eyes fixed on mine, orange rings blazing around pools of pitch black. “I’m ready. I need you now.”

Pulling my fingers free made him groan, and his tail lashed across the sheets. His body softened into the mattress as I reached for the lube again.

“Condom,” he breathed.

I faltered, reluctant to delay when my thread of control was fit to snap. “It’s okay, I haven’t?—”

“Ihave.” He swallowed, cheeks flushed and eyes impossibly open. “Not in a while. But I want you to be safe.”

How could I argue with that?

“All right,” I murmured.

I forced myself to step away, though I did it quickly. Opening the bedside drawer, I dug out a condom, tore it open, and rolled it down over myself.

Then I was back where I belonged—between his legs, close enough to feel the heat pouring off his skin. I used one hand to guide myself while the other settled on his knee.

His breath hitched. His tail curled. And I pressed in.

He yielded beautifully, taking me inch by inch, but he was still tight, gripping my cock with a ring of pressure that nearly sent me over the edge upon entry. I eased in until my hips met the cradle of his body and my balls pressed to his taint. He stayed still beneath me, his expression almost serene.

I lingered there, letting his body settle around mine. Then I pulled back and sank into him again.

His answering yelp was sharp-edged and sweet. I grabbed his legs and hooked them around my waist, dragging him closer so he met my next thrust with a louder cry.

Darby’s chest bowed up, angling himself higher as I drove into him again and again. It was almost reckless, this need to join with him, to connect us at the most primal level.

My hips snapped. His body bucked. Each deep, plunging thrust punched the air from his lungs and sent his cock bouncing, flushed and beading with precum.