Page 13 of Over and Above (Mount Hope #4)

Chapter Thirteen

Eric

Now what?

My brain raced even faster than my feet as I followed Magnus out of the dog run and around the corner through the blessedly unlocked door to the carriage house. The place was still very much in transition—gone was the old huge chair Sean had an unreasonable attachment to, along with the dining set and much of the other furniture. Random boxes, a stack of bedding, and bags from trips to the store were scattered along the floor like breadcrumbs leading to the narrow stairs to the loft. My inner clean freak?—

Thump. No more time for cataloging the mess as Magnus pushed me up against the wall next to the door.

“Still with me?” He nuzzled along my jaw, a tantalizing hint of a kiss that never arrived. “You want this?”

“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t the most articulate, but I’d walk on LEGO to get him to move his mouth five millimeters to the right. Luckily, Magnus didn’t seem to require conversation as he claimed my mouth in a near-bruising kiss, hard, fast, all-encompassing. Forget the disarray of the cottage. I no longer cared about anything other than more kissing.

“Clothes off.” Magnus stepped back, already tugging off his own sweaty T-shirt and grass-stained jeans. “I’d drag you to the shower, but the one in here is ridiculously tiny.”

“Sorry.” I glanced down at my grubby clothes. My face and hands weren’t much better. Magnus was right. We were both in dire need of a shower, even more than a?—

“Nuh-uh.” Magnus reached out, tilting my chin so I was forced to meet his heated gaze. “The last thing I want from you right now is an apology.”

“What do you want?” My voice came out husky, surprisingly seductive.

“This.” Magnus impatiently pushed at my T-shirt until I got the message and joined him in tossing my shirt on top of his. “You have ink.”

Eyes wide, he pointed at my side.

“Uh-huh.” I bent to step out of my jeans, not really wanting to go into the story of my recent acquisition. Naked, I straightened, almost poking myself in the eye with Magnus’s thick cock. It wasn’t the longest, but damn did it have girth . I wanted a chance to appreciate the glory that was Magnus naked, all toned muscles and trimmed hair and that meaty cock. But there was no time before he was kissing me again, shoving me back against the wall.

Not that I was complaining. The less time to stop and think, the better, and more time to kiss was best of all. Each time our mouths met was like doing a shot, a heady, immediate rush of sensation. His aggressiveness was like a drug, the way he sucked at my lower lip, the hint of teeth on my tongue, the tightness of his grip, and the low, feral sounds he made.

He moved from ravaging my mouth to exploring my jaw, neck, and ear. A vague memory of how sensitive my neck could be flitted by before it was replaced by the immediacy of Magnus’s hot mouth on my tender skin. I moaned, arching shamelessly toward him. My cock connected with his abs, and that small amount of friction and the devious things he was doing to my neck were almost enough to get me off right there.

My legs shook as he drove me harder into the wall, his cock nudging against mine. Whatever minor height difference we had was eradicated by the overwhelming need to get as close as possible. We were both sweaty from the outdoor work, and the lack of AC in the carriage house didn’t help matters, but somehow, the scent of male perspiration only added to the sexiness. There was something primal and real about this encounter, nothing sanitized or sweet about it.

I couldn’t get enough. Indeed, with Magnus nibbling on my neck and our cocks rubbing, I was close to climaxing and collapsing both.

“No way are my old knees gonna hold out for this,” I gasped as Magnus’s thrusts turned more purposeful.

“Here.” Reaching behind him, Magnus snagged one of the blankets from the stack of bedding and spread it on the floor. “I’m too impatient to wait to climb into the loft.”

“Okay.” I chuckled, more than a little drunk on his kisses and exactly docile enough to stretch out on the blanket as he indicated. No shower. No bed. And apparently, no problem, as Magnus loomed over me, a feral glint in his eyes. Shaking my head, I gazed up at him. “This is crazy.”

“Yeah, well, turns out I’ve got a thing for crazy.” He bent to kiss me, and this new angle was even better, allowing our torsos to touch and his warm weight to settle against me. Now, when he thrust against me, the ripple of his thigh muscles and increased power led to an even more delicious pressure.

“Oh, that.” I moaned, arching against him, loving my limited range of motion. He was heavy and there was no escaping his strength, and I reveled in how good it felt to stop fighting this thing between us, to fully embrace the moment.

“You like that?” Magnus shifted so his cock rode the crease of my hip. His heavy balls dragged against me, and my cock was trapped against his stomach.

“Uh-huh.” Surely, he didn’t expect me to be able to offer up an actual reply.

“Do you bottom?” he asked conversationally like I wasn’t precisely four more thrusts from coming all over him.

“Um.” I panted, trying to reassemble my brain cells. “Not for a long time, but I would. Maybe not right this?—”

“Slow your head back down.” He nipped at my neck. “Wasn’t asking for right now. This isn’t a one-off.” He delivered that piece of news like a threat, but it was hard to object with his mouth teasing my collarbone. “But sometime soon, I’m going to fuck you through that loft bed until neither of us can walk and that brain of yours finally shuts off.”

I gulped. I wasn’t kidding about it having been a long time, but suddenly, I wanted to get fucked more than I needed oxygen. “Sounds like a noble goal.”

“More like a plan.” His eyes glinted as he yanked me even more securely against him. “Wrap your legs around me.” He gave a low growl as I complied. Buoyed by his approval, I squeezed him with my thighs and dug my heels into that perfect ass of his. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“I think I’m going to come,” I gasped as genuine shock raced through me. I’d never been one to have a hair trigger, but here I was, a few kisses and another thrust away from orgasm overtaking me.

“Do it,” Magnus ordered. No edging games. No playfully backing off. Only his firm command and decisive movements against me. And if this was frot, I wasn’t sure I’d survive being fucked by the man, but I was certainly willing to try.

And that, the vision of him inside me, all that thick girth stretching me as he held me down and made me take it, was my last conscious thought before climax crashed into me, a hundred-mile-an-hour vehicle hitting a wall of pure pleasure. The blast radiated outward from my cock, taking over my whole core, rendering my limbs limp and shaking, my head fuzzy, and my mouth parched. I shot what felt like a gallon of come between us.

Amazingly, I survived the orgasmic apocalypse, fluttering back to earth only to discover Magnus still moving against me, breath hot my neck.

“What…? You didn’t come yet?”

“Trust me, I’m fully intending to get there.” Chuckling, he gripped my hip for emphasis. His cock slipped through my puddle of come, moving far easier, and the idea of my come as his lube should have squicked me out, but instead, my tired cock gave a rather interested twitch at the notion. “I had to pause to enjoy how fucking hot you are when you let go.”

“I’m still hard,” I marveled as he thrust against me. My cock was hypersensitive now, and the tip tingled, but amazingly, I hadn’t deflated at all since coming like a garden hose. “How am I still hard?”

“It’s a medical mystery.” Magnus gave a little shake of his head. “Kiss me.” It was a clear bid to get me to shut up and stop thinking again, and it worked. Kissing him was like being transported to a different realm, an alternate universe where sound had color and every point of contact hummed with electricity. I kissed him back with unrestrained hunger. My body apparently cared not that I’d only orgasmed seconds earlier. As we kissed, those seconds stretched into long minutes, and I started moving in time with Magnus’s thrusts and my legs wrapped around his hips again.

“Yes.” My moan was a mix of surprise, desire, and need. So much need.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Let go again.”

“Not sure if I can…” I gasped, body straining despite my words. I was so close, yet not there. My cock was so sensitive a gust of air might have done me in, but I craved more of Magnus’s hard thrusts all the same.

“You don’t have to.” His deep voice was as soothing as his hands stroking my sides. “Just be here now with me.”

“I am.” Pushing the thought of climax away, I found his mouth for a long, searching kiss. Simply this, kissing and moving together, the press of his cock into my skin, the friction of his body hair on my tip, every bit of it was a revelation. “God, this feels amazing.”

“Yeah, it does.” Magnus’s moans grew louder.

“Are you close?” I panted, thoroughly intoxicated by his lack of restraint. This sex was messy and loud and unscripted, like nothing I’d ever experienced and everything I’d ever wanted. Right then, I wanted to hear him shout it to the heavens. “Tell me when you’re close.”

“Oh, you’ll know, baby.” He bit at my neck like he also couldn’t get enough. I squeezed him harder as a shudder raced through me. “Fuck. Yeah, do that with your leg again. Tighter.” He moaned, back arching, thrusts speeding up, sticky and urgent against my cock now, both of our dicks rubbing together. “I’m going to come on you. You want that?”

“Yes. Fuck. Yes.” I tensed, ready for Magnus to climax, but amazingly, stupendously, orgasm ripped through me instead. Or rather, as well, because as Magnus roared and came, waves of pleasure hit me too. My stomach cramped and my balls quite literally ached.

“Holy cow, did you really come a second time?” Sounding rather come-drunk, Magnus nuzzled my neck with lazy kisses.

“Sort of? I think so?” I couldn’t stop laughing in disbelief. “It sure felt like something happened.”

“I’ll take it.” He gave me a swift kiss on the mouth.

“I’m way too old for doubles.”

“Your body disagrees.” He pulled back so that he could leer down at me more effectively. “That was hot as hell.”

“And messy.” We were filthy with come, dust, sweat, and rogue pieces of grass from outside. I couldn’t remember ever being this dirty from sex. Or hell, even a shift. Ordinarily, I’d be the first to race for the showers, but here, I was surprisingly content to lie with Magnus, pulse slowly returning to normal.

“Eh. Bodies wash.” Magnus was much more chill about our come-soaked state. “One at a time in the shower here, but we wash. Messy is sexy.”

Sitting the rest of the way up, he ran a finger through the puddle of our combined come on my belly, lifting it to his lips and licking the finger clean.

“Did you just…?”

“Oh.” His eyes flashed with alarm. “Should I not have?”

“No, you should have.” I licked my lips, trying to put together words in a coherent order. “I mean, I’m negative for all the various things. It was just unexpected, you tasting it like that.”

“Gross unexpected or…” He tilted his head, studying me closely. This would be my opportunity to tell him I wasn’t much for come-play, but apparently, I was wrong because arousal thrummed through my worn-out body.

“Unexpectedly a turn-on.”

“Good.” He winked at me. “Because I fully intend to taste a lot more of you.”

“Oh.” I was well past forty and knew perfectly well what he meant, but I couldn’t say as I had a ton of experience with it. My body sure as hell was interested, though, two orgasms not withstanding. “Now?”

“No, not now.” Laughing, he dropped a kiss on my forehead. “We both need to recharge, and you need to head back inside before too much longer.”

“Yeah.” I released a long, regret-laced breath. The real world beckoned.

Magnus cupped my chin and leveled me with a pointed stare. “I’m not done with you yet, Eric.”

A shiver swept through me from the ominous warning, and I should have told him this most certainly was a one-off, despite what he’d said and the promise of fucking me through the mattress. I shuddered again, managing the barest of nods. Yeah, we weren’t done here at all.