Page 19 of Corin and the Courtier
He’d just spent in his trousers, writhing on the bed like a slut with his hands pinned down, from no more stimulation than Corin telling him how he’d use him like a whore.
And instead of mortified, he felt…powerful. Beautiful, for the first time in his life. A thrill tingled through every part of him, light and buzzing.
An illusion, of course. It’d wear off as soon as Corin got over whatever sexual desperation had brought them here in the first place.
But for now…
“You should finish too,” Aster managed. “I can—”
“No,” Corin said with absolute finality. And also regret, Aster was glad to hear. “No.”
And then Aster had perhaps the cleverest idea that’d ever graced his brain, and he grinned up at Corin smugly.
“All right, I won’t. But you can. Bring yourself off? I promise not to touch if you don’t want me to.”
He wanted to, badly, to run his hands all over Corin’s body and feel his heat and the patterns of his scales beneath his skin. Not to mention some of his other parts. But the liquor and the orgasm had left him so limp he didn’t know if he’d be able to lift his hands even when Corin released them. That was a promise he could actually keep.
Aster could see the exact moment that Corin gave in, his shoulders slumping in resignation but his eyes kindling with fresh heat and desire. Slowly, he released Aster’s wrists, leaving them tingling. Aster wanted those big hands back on his skin. But of course Corin would need them in a moment for his own skin—and that thought had his cock stirring again, impossibly, even in the damp confines of his clothing.
Even more slowly, Corin shifted his weight, rising so that he stood upright with one knee still propped on the bed. The bulge in the front of his trousers was nothing short of astounding at this distance and angle. The fabric strained, absurdly tented. Aster watched avidly, heart pounding in suspense, as Corin popped the first button.
The thick, shiny head of his cock pushed out through the top. Thicker than any human prick Aster had thought existed, in fact. It had flushed a deeper green than any other part of Corin’s body he’d seen thus far. And it had…those were two ridges, each curved, the edges bronzy-purple… Aster moaned helplessly, his belly clenching into a painful knot, and Corin said, “Fuck this,” and tore the trousers open, the other three buttons popping and flying, landing who the fuck cared where.
Corin had a hand wrapped around his shaft instantly.
Aster’s hand went up too without his conscious volition. He stopped just in time, fingers outstretched and almost brushing Corin’s cockhead. His hand tingled, as if even that proximity was too much for his nervous system. Both men froze.
“I’m sorry,” Aster said. “I really won’t so much as lay a finger on you.”Please let me. “But take your hand away for a second? I want to see you.”
Corin hesitated, and Aster watched in fascination as even more color flooded into his cheeks.
He couldn’t quite meet Aster’s eyes, either.
Oh, for crying out loud. Aster was about to hyperventilate himself into unconsciousness over Corin’s massive, gorgeous, oh-God-double-ridged cock, and Corin was, what? Self-conscious? Sympathy twinged through him. Aster knew damn well how embarrassing it could be to disrobe. What if you didn’t measure up? Not that Corin needed to worry about that, but most worry wasn’t rational by its very nature.
“You obviously don’t have anything to be ashamed of,” Aster said helpfully. Corin’s gaze snapped right back to his face, now sharp and focused. And clenching his fist around his own cock like that might actually hurt him. Oh God, had Corin taken that for sarcasm? He had to correct himself! “Uh, other men, they don’t have much to brag about. I mean, the ones I’ve seen. I’ve never had anything nearly that big, in me, or, or, in my mouth, or even to touch, and it’s certainly larger than Lord Fan—oh fuck, I’m sorry! Please don’t—please finish what you started?”
Corin’s brows furrowed alarmingly and his jaw went tight.
Shit, no, what the hell had he been thinking? Lord Fanfelle, Belinda’s lover…whose (only moderately sized) cock Aster had seen at the garden party at the same time half of the court had, when he pulled it out of Belinda, right before he’d closed his eyes in horror and prayed not to have nightmares.
And then Corin’s lips started to twitch. A low rumble started in his chest. Had he decided he’d had enough and it’d be easier to simply light Aster on fire? Aster dug his fingertips into the mattress and braced himself as best he could.
“You’re unbelievable,” Corin said, and that was when Aster realized he’d started to laugh. “Bringing up—right now?” His smile widened into a grin, showing all those sharp teeth.
Even though the air in the room was cold enough to show his breath and raise goosebumps on his skin, a flush of heat nearly as powerful as Corin’s flames spread through his cheeks and lips, his chest and belly, all the way down to his toes.
Nothing, nothing in this world could compare to Corin’s smile. Had all those young squires and knights felt like this when they won his approval? How had none of them ever torn their own clothes off and gone to their knees on the spot? If Aster had ever been on the receiving end of that smile in the training yard…
“I’m sorry,” he said belatedly, realizing that Corin had been waiting for an answer. “I choked instead of finishing his name?”
Another low laugh rolled out of Corin. “Fair enough.” The grin turned wicked, his eyes gleaming. Aster’s cock had started getting hard again—despite the brandy. He’d never had a refractory period this brief, even sober and even as a green youth.
Corin moved his hand at last, a leisurely stroke down that showed off a couple of inches of his shaft along with his cockhead. With his other hand, he pushed the trousers down a little.
Fuck, now Aster could see almost to the base.
But not quite.
