Page 50 of Heir to a Curse
A small smile tugged at his lips, and he kissed me again, tugging me toward the little makeshift bed. “Yes,” he said. “I’d like that.”
I let him lead me, helped him unwrap some of the layers of robes he was covered in, shocked by the softness and luxury of his clothes, but not wanting them between us. My clothes were nothing in comparison to his robes. I kicked off my shoes, swiped off my shirt, and unbuttoned my pants to shove at them until all I wore were my boxers. His outfit was a bit more complicated, layers of ties and sections, that I fumbled with until we both were laughing a bit breathlessly between kisses.
“I’ve not hadhanfuundressing 101,” I smiled against his cheek, kissing a trail from his lips to his ear. “You’ll have to give me a bit of instruction here.”
“Mhmm,” was all he offered as he guided my hands to untie things and shoved away the layers. His body beneath the layers was lithe, toned, with lean muscle, but thin. When my fingertips finally found flesh, it was as soft and silky as the robes, and he moaned beneath my touch.
I traced my hands over his shoulders and chest, memorizing the delicate lines of his torso, and curling around him to cup his ass, pull him against me, and grind my erection into him. It all felt deliciously sinful.
“I should probably sober up before we do anything,” I mumbled, though a lot of the buzz had already faded. If this was all some alcohol induced dream, it was the best and most vivid I’d ever had.
He pulled me down onto the bedding, letting my weight settle over him while he captured my lips again. I sighed at the heat of him beneath me, his lips on mine, and the rightness of us pressed together. I could feel my cock trapped in my boxers, leaking precome, begging for release, to be touched, anything.
“Xiang,” I whispered, not certain what I wanted to say. Just that touching him felt forbidden, decadent, and necessary all at once.
His long fingers ran down my chest, tracing a path until he found the top of my boxers. I expected him to stop, or shy away, though I didn’t know why. He didn’t. Instead he pushed the boxers down, freeing my cock, and shoving the fabric beneath my balls. His touch over the length of me nearly had me coming right then and there.
“Holy fuck,” I said, reduced to curses as my brain sizzled. I sought his lips again, devouring his mouth and thrusting my hips to slide my cock through his grasp. I needed him naked right that minute. Needed to strip him of that last barrier and feel his need against mine.
I shoved at the cloth, a bit like pants, and they fell away, gifting me with skin. I didn’t hesitate to take him in hand, eliciting a moan from him as I lined us up, his cock next to mine. How different we were, yet in that moment it didn’t matter. He put his hand over mine, his touch like fire. It was divine, but not enough. I longed to taste him, roll him in my mouth and watch him come undone, those glittering dark eyes focused on me.
I pulled back, sliding down his body, taking his cock in hand and kissing it first. A gentle touch of lips on the tip. He gasped, hand reaching out to grip my hair.
“This okay?” I asked him, delivering a long lick down the length of him, thankful I could taste the salty sweetness of his skin, and the warmth of him pulsed in my grip.
“Yes,” He whispered, barely audible even in the quiet of the tomb-like room. I sucked him down then, swallowing to the back of my throat. He gasped. I pulled up, sucking hard until I released the tip and swiped it with my tongue.
“Look at me,” I demanded, needing that half-lidded gaze on me. His grip in my hair tightened, eyes focused on me, as I swallowed him down again, suctioning hard, savoring the flavor of him while I rolled my tongue around him. The little sounds falling from his lips spurred me on. I gripped him in one hand, adding a firm friction to the base, while keeping the taste of him on my tongue. He leaked precome and I devoured it like a starving man.
“Xiang,” I whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
He flinched.
“Was that wrong?” Why would calling him beautiful hurt?
He shook his head, hand stroking my hair, hips moving to keep his cock sliding between my lips. I drank him down deep again, feeling him far enough back to nearly choke me, and it was so good, so right. I pulled off again, teasing the tip of him and taking myself in hand. His pleasure was mine. It didn’t matter so much about my own release as long as he came apart.
And he was breathtaking. My only complaint would have been for more light. I kept my eyes focused on his while I teased him, sucking hard, and stroking until his hips bucked with need into my fist and mouth. His sounds became wilder. But they were words lost in a language I didn’t understand. Begging perhaps? The idea alone sent me skittering toward the edge of release. It was a battle to fight it down, my mind screaming at me to wait.
His grip in my hair tightened enough to hurt, and he came, the salty heat of him spurting into my mouth. I drank it down, letting his body continue to buck as I spilled over my own hand. As I became oversensitive I stopped working him, easing his spent length from my lips and kissing up his still heaving belly. We were both breathing hard, like we’d run a marathon instead of finding pleasure.
I hesitated a moment, worried that he wouldn’t want to kiss with the taste of himself still on my lips, but he didn’t pull away. Instead he put a hand on my face, the other shifting to my neck to pull us closer together. This kiss slower, less about demand, and more about contentment. I sighed into his mouth, dreaming of his sweetness holding me forever. If this was a dream, it was the best I’d ever had.
He shrugged some of the fabric over us like a blanket and snuggled into my embrace. I worried for half a second about my spend staining his bedding, but settled into the warmth of his arms, and sated like I couldn’t recall ever having been in my life for such a simple act, I closed my eyes. It took only seconds with my body draped around him, his face curled into my neck, for me to fall asleep, praying it was all more than a dream.