Page 62 of Oleander
“Fuck, fairy boy.Ride my fingers. Open your ass up for me.” I wish I could see his asshole right now, stretched around my digits, and I make a mental note to flip him over before I fuck him so I can watch my dick disappear into his tight body for the first time.
“I’m going to slide into your ass so fucking smoothly,” I croon, continuing to glide my fingers in and out of his channel. His body grips me tightly, but the lube Ander made is like magic, allowing me to easily stretch him while staying wet and messy.
I tip my head back to watch his face as he continues to fuck himself on my fingers. For being so absolutely eager to fuck, I can see a hint of hesitation shining in Ander’s lavender eyes.
He’s nervous.This is his first time.
I’ve been with a few chicks, although nothing serious, but never with any guys. This is a big deal for me, too, and I’m ready to take care of him. “Hey. We’re in this together. It’s okay. It’s going to feel amazing, I promise.” I continue to slowly finger-fuck him as I whisper more reassurances.
Ander nods, never taking his wide, nervous eyes off mine.
“We can stop here—” I offer, ready to slide my fingers free from his warm, tight body.
“No,” Ander says emphatically. “I’m just worried I’ll accidentally poison you somehow. But I want this. I wantyou. So fucking bad.”
I caress his cheek with my free hand, continuing to leisurely fuck him with my other. “Baby.There’snothingfor you to worry about. If your magic comes out to play because you get too excited, it’s fine. It’s expected. I’m ready for it.I want it.” I call my electricity to the surface, letting it dance across his jaw and ghost over his lips, earning me a small smile.
I kiss him tenderly, slipping my fingers out and adding a third. He cries out at the stretch, but I swallow his shouts, curling my digits and hitting that sweet spot.
“Ungh!Oh, Goddess!Touch me again!”
Ander’s tortured plea has me complying, and I continue to milk his prostate until his body stiffens, and he’s moments away from coming. I quickly slip my fingers out, chuckling at his cry of protest.
I tap his hip twice. “Spin around. I wanna see that open hole and watch my cock stretch it even further.”
Ander groans in embarrassed arousal but listens, turning around on all fours and presenting his ass to me. His hole is red and slightly open, not the tiny pink pinprick it was moments ago. A sick sort of thrill washes through me at the thought of stretching him further with my cock.
I grab the jar of lube, drizzle more of the cool green gel into his crack, and watch in fascination as it cascades over his open hole, coating it and instantly soothing the reddened skin. Ander moans as he feels the effects.
I hobble forward on my knees, grabbing the base of my straining erection. I’mdyingto be inside his warm, tight body. I press my tip to him, alternating between prodding at his hole and rubbing my smooth, silky cockhead down his crease. I’m teasing him, driving him wild with need as he grips onto the bed sheets.
He whimpers my name, and I finally give in, pushing forward slightly. I’m met with resistance, his body unwilling to give into my girth.
“Let me in, baby.” I rub soothing circles down Ander’s spine, encouraging him to relax even further. His legs loosen up, his knees spread wider, and his back arches even more.
“That’s it. So beautiful,” I murmur, admiring his thoroughly stretched and open hole. I press my tip to him once again, and this time my cockhead easily pops past the tight ring of muscle.
Ander cries out at the intrusion, and I pause, allowing his body to adjust to my presence. I rock my hips ever so slightly, starting a slow pace before building my momentum. Soon enough, the sound of skin slapping against skin overpowers our labored breathing.
Sweat drips down my temples, landing on Ander’s back and running along his spine. I press down firmly between his shoulder blades, getting an even deeper angle. He’s a moaning, squirming mess, making all sorts of unintelligible noises as I continue to nail his prostate with the thick, blunt head of my cock.
I almost can’t believe I’m fucking the heir to the Aurorian throne,an actual fairy prince, but the vice grip on my cock would tell me otherwise. He’s so fucking sexy with his thoroughly mussed hair, impaled on my cock and moaning when he’s usually so composed. I stare at the place where we’re connected and watch in fascination as my cock disappears into Ander’s hole, his body pulling me in and squeezing me tight.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell him. “You feel amazing, gripping me so tightly,” I grit out between clenched teeth, our bodies continuing to slap together in an aggressive rhythmic dance.
I reach around his hip to grasp his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. I brace one hand against the bed, curling around his back and whispering into his ear as I nip at it.
“Come for me, my prince. I’m going to fill you up until my jizz is oozing out while I fuck you with my soft cock.”
I don’t know where the filthy words even come from, but they do the trick, and we both tense up, coming with strangled cries. Ander’s hole pulses around me, squeezing every last drop out of me.
I pull out, and we both collapse to the bed in a pile of boneless limbs and sticky cum.
“That was the best first date.Ever.”
Ander giggles breathlessly. “Agreed.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
