Page 22 of Castor
I watched the muscles move in his back as he settled back in place between my legs. That’s when I noticed two slits in his skin, one on each shoulder blade. On impulse, I reached forward and glided my hand across one of them.
“Is that where your wings are?” I asked. “I thought they just materialized when you summoned them.”
“They’re wings, not demons.” Castor popped open the lube and squeezed a small amount into his palm. “The slits are an erogenous zone, by the way. So feel free to touch them all you want.”
“How does that even work?” I asked, finding it strange.
“Beats me. All I know is it feels fucking amazing. Like, I could come from you fingering them.”
“Seriously?” It was weird… but kind of hot too.
He grinned. “Yeah. And speaking of fingering…”
Castor pushed his middle finger back inside me, now slicked with lube. He had big hands too and was able to touch deep inside as he glided in and out. I couldn’t wait to see what his cock felt like. He added a second one and scissored them, smiling when I groaned again. He glided his lips around the rim of my cock, building the anticipation for when he finally welcomed me back into his wet, hot mouth.
I reminded myself this was a fight for domination, at least in my mind. He might be topping me that night, but I didn’t have to sit back and let him take control.
I gripped his shoulders and flipped him to his back. With an awed gleam in his eyes, he smiled up at me. I got the feeling he was used to men who submitted to him, men who gave him all the power. I kissed his lips, then down the side of his neck, along his collarbone, and down his rib cage.
His skin tasted like warm honey and spice. I wanted to drink him up. Every last drop.
When I reached his groin and saw the trimmed, vibrant red hairs sprouting up, I couldn’t help but laugh a bit.
“Told you,” Castor said.
I laughed harder. He smiled in response. The sight caused warmth to spread through my chest. This was so different than when I was with other guys.Hewas different. I did my best to force that thought away.
Tonight was about sex. Nothing more.
Castor’s soft moans as I sucked his cock amplified my own arousal. He especially liked it when I kneaded his balls between my fingers and deep-throated him, slowly pulling off his cock before doing it again.
“Get up here,” he said in a raspy tone.
I gave his cock one last stroke before crawling back up his body and straddling him. Castor tugged me down by my nape and slammed our lips together. The heated kiss was messy, desperate, and I couldn’t wait anymore. I broke from the kiss and grabbed the lube. Immortals couldn’t get or pass on diseases, so we didn’t have to bother with a condom.
“Have I mentioned how sexy you are?” Castor asked, rubbing the cherry blossom tree tattoo on my chest.
“I don’t think so,” I said like a smart-ass. He lightly chuckled and sat up to brush his lips over the area he’d just been admiring. I shoved against his chest and pushed him back to the bed. “Don’t move.”
Humor danced in his gaze, but so did something else. Excitement.
Yeah, he definitely liked being told what to do.
I slicked his shaft before sinking down on him, releasing a sigh as his thick cock head stretched me. His grin faltered as his brow pulled together, and he gripped my hips, his mouth popping open in a sexy o. I watched his expression as I took him deeper, lifted nearly all the way off, then sunk back down. I went slow at first. Even with the prep, I needed time to adjust to his size.
But gods, he felt fucking incredible. Just like I’d expected.
A light dusting of hair covered his chest, and I ran my fingers over it, our gazes locked. His breathing grew heavy, as did mine. His heartbeat quickened beneath my palm as I braced myself on his chest and rode him a little faster.
“So good,” he said, breaking off into a soft moan, his fingertips digging into my sides.
I loved hearing his moans. I wanted to hear even more of them. Wanted him wrecked beneath me, eyes rolling back and cock pulsing.
I tweaked both his nipples, and he smirked up at me, his chest rising and falling faster. His hand came around my bobbing erection and stroked me from root to tip. I rode him harder, seeking both the fullness of him inside me and the stimulation of his palm.
“Choke me,” Castor said, rolling his hips, lids heavy.
I reached forward and gently squeezed the sides of his neck, then slightly increased the pressure. Not hard enough to actually cut off his air, but enough to give him the sensation he craved. He gripped my wrist and held my hand in place, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
