Page 21 of His Noble Savior

“Better?” Richard whispered in his ear, his damp, hot breath caressing Lilian.

As if in response, Lilian’s anal muscles slackened. “Yessss.” The groan rolled off his tongue as Richard inserted his fingers, which, thanks to the faerie oil and Lilian relaxing, slid in easily. “So full. So good.” He clenched, and a pleasured whine rose in his throat.

“That’s it,” Richard rumbled, his voice dropping, turning sultry. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”

They were only halfway inside him, but already, his hole was alive with the tingling of the faerie oil. They provided girth and rubbed the oil thoroughly into his inner walls. Lilian whimpered.

“Do you want more?” Richard asked, and it sounded like a promise.

“Yes.”

Richard twisted his hand, and his fingers sank deep into Lilian.

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!”

The combination of faerie oil and Richard’s digits was almost enough to shove him over the edge. Lilian grunted; his hole constricted.

“So much pent-up lust,” Richard mused. “Should we unleash it?” His fingertips glided over Lilian’s prostate, forcing a keen out of him. “Your gland is swollen from the lack of release. Making you come once gave it the barest semblance of relief.If you were mine, I’d milk you every day to ensure you were comfortable and satisfied.”

If you were mine. The words kicked open the doors of possibility. So Richard did like men. And while Lilian wasn’t his and never could be, Richard didn’t find the notion absurd. Lilian had barely wrapped his head around it when the other thing Richard had said slammed into him.I’d milk you. Fuck. Richard was never going to offer, but Lilian would love nothing more than to be drained to the last drop, experiencing one prostate orgasm after the other.

Richard’s fingers traced his gland. “So much unspilled fluid. Holding it in for so long can’t be good for you.” He lifted his head to face Lilian. “When was the last time you’ve been properly milked?” His tone was full of concern.

“It’s been forever.”

“Would you like me to do it for you?” Richard asked, fingertips dancing over Lilian’s bulging gland. “All the faerie oil must’ve made it worse.”

That was true. Faerie oil was most commonly used as a lubricant during sex, not as a remedy. It was known for its ability to replenish spent fluids. Lilian had only come once since they’d started applying the oil, and his insides were virtually bursting with the need for release. No wonder he was hard. If Richard helped him deplete the fluid in his prostate and balls, it’d be easier to control his urges. It’d also be exceedingly pleasurable.

“Won’t that take too long?” Lilian asked. “James is waiting.”

Richard huffed. “Let’s not worry about him. Waiting for us won’t kill him. Your recovery is more important than ensuring he won’t throw a fit because I made him wait. Besides, it’s no good if we return and you’re still so agitated. It’s your choice, but I’d rather relax you first. What do you think?”

With flaming cheeks, Lilian spread his legs as wide as they’d go to give Richard full access. “Please milk me.” He curled anarm around Richard’s shoulders, who lowered and pressed a closed-lip kiss on Lilian’s collarbone.

“Good. I need to circle the base of your cock to keep you from experiencing a penile orgasm. I’ll let you have one at the end to empty your balls, but it’s more effective if I deny you until I’ve drained your gland. Can I touch you?”

“Anywhere you like.”

Lilian’s ears had to be playing tricks on him because he heard averypleased hum in response. Milking. Draining.Denying. Richard spoke his language.

His big hand slid down Lilian’s stomach, which squirmed with butterflies. To Lilian’s surprise, Richard bypassed his cock, and his fingertips brushed his balls.

“Anywhere?” Richard asked.

“Anywhere.”

“Just making sure.”

Richard’s fingers ran over Lilian’s sack before cupping it, carefully holding his most delicate body part. Lilian had thought he’d never let anybody touch this part of him again, but Richard was, as always, the exception.

“They’re full and heavy,” Richard said, gently weighing Lilian’s balls. “You’ll come like a fountain when you finally unload.”

Lightness filled Lilian’s heart, and it was as if a weight lifted off him. Richard was going to take care of him. And if Lilian wasn’t misinterpreting things, Richard, serious, responsible Richard, was going to have fun doing it. He ran his thumb over Lilian’s balls, making him shiver. Then he withdrew and glided up to his root, circling it with thumb and forefinger, his grip firm without being painful.

Under the pressure of Richard’s hold, Lilian’s cock swelled. Blood flooded his erection, turning it rock-hard and red, the crown bulging with aching need. The latter was so sensitive thatthe smallest draft of air sent prickling sensations into his loins. Clear fluid beaded in his slit, waiting for a stroke up his length to thicken it and make it spill. That stroke never came. Instead, his swelling veins protruded, ramifying up his shaft, thrumming and palpitating. Fuck. Richard knew how to manipulate his body.

“How do you feel?” Richard asked.