Chapter 84 Silver haired knight
“Daine,” he drew in a shaky breath against my lips.
My hands swept over his chest, giving his pecs a nice little squeeze before moving along to his narrow hips.
When I clutched his ass, his breath hitched. Firm and toned, they fit my palm nicely.
I pulled one hand away and let it fall again with a sharp crack. “Open for me, rebel.”
He was struggling immediately, straining to break away from my arms.
I bit his bottom lip, and shot a leg out under him.
He lost balance, but pulled me down with him.
We went crashing to the carpet with a vibrating thud. He twisted left, agile as a cat.
I caught him by the collar of his dress shirt, and yanked him under me again. “How I love it when you put up a fight.”
Blocking a punch he aimed at my head, I collapsed my full weight on top of him.
Air left his lungs in a rush.
I pushed my hand between him and the carpet, and grabbed his ass, feeling for that gap between them.
His dick throbbed between us, but still, he tried to headbutt me. “You want it, you ask nicely,”
I slanted my head at the last second, avoiding his blow. And I pecked his lips, much to his annoyance.
“When have I ever asked nicely, dashing prince?”
My hand moved under him, stroking towards his crack while my free hand fished for his zipper between us. And every time my fingers accidentally brushed that hard line of erection because he would not stop squirming, he inhaled sharply, trying to mask his moan.
Finally, I worked his pants open and clutched his dick. I’d made my palm toasty in that way that drove him crazy.
Today was no exception. He went crazy. He was moaning shamelessly under me now, broad chest expanding with each anticipatory inhale.
“There, there.” My lips brushed his pouty lips with all the gentleness my hand between us lacked. “Will you be sweet for me now? I want you really sweet for me.”
His response was a whispered swear. I chuckled, tracing his jawline with my teeth. I could feel moisture between us as his dick bobbed.
And I flexed my hips once, lightly stroking the length of him with my erection. “Casanova, so slutty, already leaking cum so early in.”
His eyes burned, and gods I could stare into those blue eyes for a thousand years and still feel like I was drowning in them.
My breath would still catch at the complex beauty of it. Of the dark ink bleeding in from their edges, just like the man under me.
His eyes dropped to my lips, an invitation to stare at his, full and pink.
There was a second where our eyes met and we froze. Just staring at each other. And then our lips clashed.
Gods he was sweet. Sweet in the way he moaned and the way he actually tasted. Mint and lemon. Bringing to mind that feeling of a cold lemonade in a harsh summer.
I sucked on his full lips, because that was what they were made for. Juicy fullness that was plump enough to suck and grip.
His hips were flexing up against mine at this point, impatient. I slipped my tongue in his mouth.
He groaned, and our tongues entered a duel.
With the others, I had learned to court their tongues into a dance, to wickedly woo their tongues into a lusty tango.
But between Hale and me, our tongues were swords, clashing in synchronized symphony, but clashing nonetheless.
I cupped his ass from under, and grind against him.
Our bodies froze at once, as if we both needed a second to take in the delicious sparks that shot up all our nerve endings.
However, Hale seized the opening, twisting right to knee my inner thigh so he could top me.
This was routine at this point. So despite my distraction, my subconscious had anticipated his trick. I caught his balls.
He stiffened under me.
The rest was easy after that. I locked his knees with my calves, pinned his wrists above his head, and sat up on my heels, still straddling him.
A drop of sweat was running down my spine now, but it was worth it.
That wounded look in his eyes. Delicious.
“Look at you, all sweet now,” I tugged his pants past his hips. “Don’t be a sore loser. And really, you should give up trying at this point.”
His dick was almost touching his belly, the velvet skin shiny from being stretched so thin.
When I caressed the bulbous crown with the inside of my palm, he hissed, spitting a string of obscene curses that would make a sailor blush.
“Shh…” I kissed his abs and watched it spasm. “You can only top me when I let you.”
“Because you’ll never give up playing dirty tricks, you immoral dragon.”
I laughed. “Says the wolf who tried to knee me in the thigh.”
His eyes flashed, but he had no come back for that.
My eyes returned to his interesting erection. “Now will you remain sweet or should I tease you all night.”
“Not with my flight to catch.”
“Fuck your flight,” I ran my nails down the underside of his dick, achingly slow, and his hips trashed upward, as though he was trying to fuck the air.
My dark chuckle echoed back to me, “You really want it, huh.” I pulled my hand away and spread my limbs over him again.
“How long has it been since I last had my hand like this?” I whispered in his ear, and as he started to speak, I clutched his shaft.
“Daine.” He gasped.
“Yes handsome. It hasn't been long at all, and you’re already so full.” I moved my hand down to massage balls softly. “You want the others to think that I don't pay attention to your needs?”
He was breathless. And his groans, simply delicious.
I savored every second of him like this, because in my shoes, he would have done the same. He was just as sadistic.
“Is that an invitation Mon amor?” I chuckled when he tried to get his legs out from under me. “Are you opening that sweet hole for me, is it as warm as your mouth?”
Pinned the way he was, he could only move his head. And he attacked my lips, nibbling and sucking as his body gave small jerks under me.
I clenched my teeth. Restraint was getting harder.
“When you get back, we'll try something nice.” I sat up, pulling him to sit astride me. “But for now…”
I pushed my waistband down, and grabbed my dick in my fist.
His eyes glazed over with lust as his lips went slack. And at that moment I thought he belonged in a fantasy book.
A dashing knight, silk silver hair spilling over his forehead with his head bent, staring down at where I pumped my dick.
“You're unreal.” I grabbed his neck from behind with my left hand and kissed him.
I was desperate to have him feel all I did, the heat of my emotions, the depth of my love.
He moaned into my lips and I pulled his cock into my fist, stimulating his erection with mine, sliding his length over my pulsing bar, groaning at the feeling of it all, this erotic sight of using our precum as lube.
“Look, mon amour. Look.” I pushed his head down.
“Fuck.” My elegant man swore.