Page 63 of Lucky or Knot
Oh, hell, I’d knot him against the wall of the shower, and then we’d be screwed, still not washed up and exhausted and stumbling around pulling the shower curtain down.
Instead, I gave in to gravity and knelt down in front of him, grabbing him by the hips.
“Oh!” He caught at my shoulders for balance, but I solved that problem by pinning him against the wall. “I was going to do that for you,” he said breathlessly, as I nuzzled into his abdomen. “That is, assuming you’re intending to—oh, you are,” because I couldn’t wait one more moment, and I wrapped my mouth around his cock and sucked him down.
His hands flew up to my head, burying in my hair, and Ididn’t resist him, going where he pushed me more willingly than any tiger owned by a fairy had probably ever gone. The shower beat down on my shoulders, surrounding me in noise and heat, and Raven writhed all slippery and smooth under my hands, only for me.
The cries he let out as I sucked and swallowed echoed off the ceiling and his scent enveloped me, sweet and lemony and suffused with sex, his pleasure filling all my senses.
Gods, I wanted to feel him come. And I did, as he clenched his fingers and nearly tugged my hair out by the roots, thrust into me, and wailed, shooting into my eager mouth and down my throat.
Raven’s come tasted like a lemon drop cocktail, lemon sugar on the edge and then the bite of vodka on the back of my palate, only salty, and more intoxicating than any bartender could craft. For a moment, the tether between us went blindingly bright, the magic of Raven’s ownership of me strengthening and pulsing. I moaned around his cock, the sensation that washed through me akin to an orgasm, only in some nonphysical part of me I didn’t even have a word for.
He gave a full-body shudder too, and then after a few more convulsive twitches of his fingers, he went limp against the wall.
I pulled off and leaned my forehead against his hip, catching my breath and savoring the lingering heat of him on my tongue.
But I wasn’t done with him. My cock throbbed painfully, the shower’s attenuated spray a horrible tease, but that could wait. I’d been waiting a lot longer than it had for a certain type of satisfaction. Besides, Raven deserved the full service package, now that he wasn’t trying talk me out of using my mouth anymore.
And if I wrecked Raven completely, reducing him to awhimpering mess that I’d have to carry to bed and fuck all night, while he cried with pleasure instead of sorrow and fear and strain, I could live with that too.
When I slid a hand under his thigh and put it over my shoulder, he just let out a soft moan. When I lifted the second, forcing him to brace his back against the wall, he yelped. Pushing his pretty balls and softened cock up and out of my way got a, “Tony, what—oh,” followed by a drawn-out, filthy moan as I fastened my mouth over his tight, pink hole and sucked as hard as I’d sucked his cock.
Oh, I’d known he’d be even sweeter, here between his legs at the center of him, and I’d been right. I teased my raspy tongue around in a circle, tracing his rim, forcing him to spread himself wider by getting my head between his inner thighs. The angle gave me a crick in my neck, but I wouldn’t have cared if it killed me. So soft, so delicate, stretching around my tongue as I fucked it into him, and how the hell had my enormous cock and knot fit in him, much less pounded into him…
Raven’s hips juddered as he tried to ride my face, spreading his legs, moaning, grinding his hole against my lapping tongue.
Gods, I was so hard too, hard enough that I might be willing to try knotting the bathtub’s overflow drain if I didn’t get inside him soon, but he was reaching a crescendo, letting out high-pitched, helpless wails as he bounced up and down and tilted his body to seek out more friction, more of anything I could give him.
When I thought he might explode if I didn’t, I pulled back, slipped my hand between his legs, and shoved two fingers into his wet, loosened hole, crooked at just the right angle.
Raven collapsed, red-faced and shaking, his still-limp cock dripping another spurt of come. I licked it off the tip, kissed the side of his shaft, nuzzled his balls.
“Tony,” he murmured. “Tony, oh.” As if he’d forgotten any other words.
Good.
“I love you,” I said, because I’d forgotten any other words, too. The sound he made at that was something I knew I’d replay in my mind late at night for years.
Getting to my feet, keeping him upright, and then turning us around a bit—with him draped against my side half-conscious—so I could finally wash myself off with some soap took a lot of concentration, and some fumbling. But I got us there eventually, managed to rub us both down with a towel, and then swung him up in my arms again, carrying him out of the bathroom and tumbling us both into my bed still dripping but mostly clean.
He sprawled where I’d tossed him, wet hair spread out enough to get both of my pillows all damp. Half-lidded eyes regarded me lazily, gleaming like obsidian. His gaze snagged on my erection, which stood out purplish and rock-hard and eager, finding his direction as unerringly as our magical tie.
I surveyed him too, from the top of his silky, messy head down to his still-perfect-when-bruised toes, pausing in between at small pink nipples and the elegant lines of ribs and the slight jut of his hipbones. Maybe I should kiss his toes and make it better. But there was so much else I wanted to kiss. Paralyzed with indecision, I leaned down over him, breathing him in. Clean, safe, satisfied, and in my bed. This moment could last forever, as far as I was concerned, with or without ever actually having an orgasm of my own.
“Are you going to listen to me now?” Raven asked, voice a little slurred. “Or do you need to fuck me first before you’ll be calm enough?”
Oh, he always had the best ideas, one of the biggest reasons why I loved him. I rolled on top, nudging his legs open with my knees, and reached over to dig around in the drawer ofmy nightstand. I didn’t bring people home very often, but I knew I had to have a tube of something back there.
“I can multitask.” My cockhead rubbed behind his balls, not quite slippery enough to push inside him, but wet and satiny, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Yeah, I might be lying about the multitasking. I found the lube and popped it open. “I’ll listen while I fuck you. Stop telling me why you’ll never love me, though. That’s not going to put me in the mood.”
The ensuing heavy beat of silence reminded me how tough an audience Raven could be when my jokes sucked.
“Fuck me, then,” Raven said, and shifted his legs to give me more room. “After today. After, after everything.” His voice shook. “I want you inside me, where I can feel you.”
Prepping him didn’t take long, even though part of me wanted to linger, in case I never got to stroke his hole again, watch him squirm, see the tightness of his rim stretching to accommodate my fingers, all pink and shiny. You never knew with fairies. Fae things tended to up and disappear.
But I needed him too badly to wait any longer, and once I’d slicked him up enough that he wouldn’t get hurt I lined up and sank in deep.
