He laughed quietly. “That’s another thing that isn’t happening today.”
And then his mouth was on my ass again, his hands trailing down the backs of my legs, and a finger pressed inside me alongside his tongue. I was babbling then, saying yes and Ryan and please and more you have to give me more. A second finger came in with the first, and I wrapped my legs around his neck when I felt him blow against my wet hole. I clenched down on his fingers, and he grunted like the breath had been knocked from his body.
I was shaking by the time he lifted his head, his beard glistening with saliva. He slid up my body, the bulk of his weight holding me down, and I squeezed my eyes shut as his hips ground down against mine, our cocks brushing together. Then he was kissing me, and it was wrong and fucking dirty, but I chased after the taste on his tongue, sucking it into my mouth, my legs around his waist, a hand on the back of his head, holding him against me. He thrust his hips, gasping into my mouth. The scars on my chest and stomach felt like they were burning, and he turned his head, panting heavily near my ear as he rubbed on me.
“Gods,” he muttered as he slowed his movements, instead choosing to circle his hips.
“If there’s no oil in here, I’m going to fucking murder you,” I threatened him. “You’re not boning me without it, no matter how much you put your tongue in my ass.”
He stared down at me.
I batted my eyelashes sweetly up at him.
“I think,” he said faintly, “there’s oil in the table next to the bed.”
“You should probably get it.”
“Yeah.”
“Now might even be good.”
He frowned. “Hey, I’m in charge. Remember the whole don’t touch your dick thing?”
“Distinctly. It will forever be ingrained in my memories, because dude, your dirty talk is A-plus work. But it’s cute how you think you’re in charge.”
“I’m about to fuck you,” he pointed out.
I rolled my eyes. “And when have you ever not known me to top from the bottom? Come on, Foxheart. You act like we haven’t had sex in a year or something.”
Something strangely fond crossed over his face. “You’re ridiculous.”
I leaned up and kissed him again before falling back onto the bed. “Damn right. Now get the oil, lube me up, and let’s get this show on the road. I’ve decided I want to ride you.”
He wheezed something fierce.
I patted his sweaty, furry chest. “Glad that works for you.”
He almost fell off the bed with how quickly he reached for the bedside table. I struggled not to laugh, but then said fuck it and laughed at him anyway. He scowled at me over his shoulder before opening the drawer and digging through it. When he found what he was looking for, he shut the drawer and moved above me again, laying the vial on my chest.
“I suppose I should ask why you have this, right? I mean, while fleeing Castle Lockes, you decided to save lube.”
“I knew when you came back that you’d bitch at me for not having it,” he said dryly. “It was one of the first things I grabbed.”
I blinked. “So… what you’re saying is that while you were all planning to flee for your lives, you had the wherewithal to think about boning me, knowing that when I returned, I was going to yell at you for not grabbing the oil?”
He looked smug. “Sounds about right.”
“I love you,” I whispered fervently. “Dude, you are the best person ever.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Okay. Whoa. Calm down there, Captain Ego. Rein it back in. Let’s not go too far here.”
“But you just said—”
“I know what I said. And now I’m telling you to calm the fuck down.”
“Mood ruined.”
“Funny, that. Your penis says otherwise.”
“Oh my gods.”
“It’s saying ohh, I’m so hard and I can’t wait to go up Sam’s butt—”
He put his hand over my mouth.
I licked his palm.
It’d been a long while since I’d found myself in such a position. When one is in the middle of the Dark Woods surrounded by dragons and getting slammed with magic, one doesn’t find a whole lot of time to finger oneself. And if I was being honest, I couldn’t remember if I’d ever even jerked it in the forest.
So being worked open stung, and I breathed through my nose, slow and steady, Ryan muttering soft praise as he worked me open further. I cracked open an eye to look at him only to find him staring down at his own finger with something akin to awe as he thrust into me, like even the simple action was enough to take his breath away. He was a knight, a warrior, hardened in battle and able to deal death if called upon to do so. But Ryan Foxheart was also a sap.
“Paint a picture, it’ll last longer,” I teased him.
He snorted. “You’re an idiot.”
“I’ve never claimed otherwise. You know, it’s—and that’s a second finger. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I glared up at him. “If you do, I am going to murder everything about you.”
He rolled his eyes. “So romantic.”
“Dude, your hand is in my asshole. I don’t know about you, but that’s not really romantic.”
“It’s two fingers. Not my hand. Gods, Sam, you’re acting like I’m fisting you.”
I groaned, pushing down against his fingers as he crooked them up. “We’ll work up to that some other time. Now you need to fuck me.”
His eyes were wide. “What the hell do you mean we’ll work up to fisting? I am not going to put my fist up your—”
“I was talking about fisting you,” I snapped at him.
He swallowed with an audible click. “Uh. Yeah. Sure. Okay. Right. That. Would be. Um.”
Enough. Enough, enough, enough.
I put my foot flat against his chest, pushing him back away from me. I winced as his fingers slid loose, but I ignored it. He looked down at me in surprise, but before he could react, there was a pulse of magic and we flipped places, Ryan on his back on the bed, me sitting atop him.
His eyes bulged. “Did you just—ungh.”
“Yes, yes,” I grunted. “I magicked you under me because you were moving too fucking slow.” I reached behind me, running my palm along the crack of my ass, slicking up my hand before I grabbed his dick and stroked it. The cords in his neck stood out as he tilted his head back, throat exposed and taut.
“I thought you said magic in bed wasn’t—”
“I’m a godsdamn wizard now. I’ll do it when I want.”
“Oh my gods,” he muttered. “That should not be as hot as it is. What the hell is wrong with me?”
And it did hurt when I raised myself up, lined his cock up with my ass, and sank down slowly. Ryan Foxheart was not without his faults, but the size of his dick was not one of them. And while I didn’t bottom very often, it would have been such a waste not letting him fuck me every now and then.
By the time I was flush against his hips, we were both panting, my hands curling into his chest hair. His knees were bent and his feet were flat against the bed as I rose and began to lower myself again. He gripped my hips and pushed up, knocking the breath from my chest. He watched me closely as he did it again and again and again, my dick slapping against his stomach, the sound obscene and wet.
“Come on,” I muttered. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
He groaned as he pushed back up into me harshly, almost knocking me off his lap in the process, his thick thighs quivering underneath me. Any pain I’d felt was long gone, and it felt as if I was floating. It was different, though, than it’d been in the Dark Woods. Then I’d be immersed in a dense fog for days on end, the voices of dragons and Morgan whispering in my ear. Here there were fingers digging into my hips hard enough that I wondered if they’d leave bruises and I was stuffed full, mouth open in a soundless moan.