“Very nice.” The fae’s hand trailed
seductively over Cass’s chest. “Do you work out?”
Cass started to open his mouth until he
remembered his promise to himself to keep his it shut for the evening. He
shook his head instead.
The fae grinned. “Well, then, maybe I can help
you work up a sweat.”
Oh hell, yes!
Cass wanted to shout to the heavens as he followed the sweetest ass in the
universe down the hallway to his bedroom. He didn’t even realize he hadn’t
needed to give the man directions until they reached his bedroom and he was
pushed to sit on the end of the bed.
“Keep your eyes on me, handsome,” the fae said
as he took a step back and began stripping his clothes off.
Cass almost snorted. Like there was any
possibility that he would look somewhere else. He was pretty sure it would
take a lightning bolt from the heavens to tear his eyes away from the gorgeous
body being slowly revealed to his hungry eyes.
The fae's skin was milky-white and so
beautiful that Cass couldn't stop himself. He yanked the man to him, their
lips colliding. He tasted honey and something wild as he licked past the
succulent flavor, delving his tongue deeper. Cass needed like he'd never
needed before. He couldn't understand the powerful pull. It was like nothing
he'd ever felt before.
"Mmm," the fae pulled back, winking at Cass.
"Someone is wants a piece of me."
Cass chuckled, feeling his cheeks heat. "That
would be me."
He became mesmerized when the fae tilted his
head back and laughed. The sound was riveting, sultry, and just this side of
wildly delicious. He wanted to hear that sound again. Cass stood there
wondering what it was about this man that made his brain tilt sideways.
Although not egotistical in the least, Cass
knew that men fawned over him, not the other way around. But he had a feeling
things would be different with this fae.
"Come on, big boy." The fae pressed his hands
into Cass's chest, his slim fingers running over Cass's skin like warm water
on a hot summer's day. "I want to see if I was right."
Cass frowned. "About what?"
The grin on the guy's face grew. "I had a
dream about you. In that dream, you took me to heights I never thought
possible."
Talk about performance anxiety. Cass was a
beast in bed, but knowing this man just pulled out a mental scorecard was a
bit intimidating. He glanced back at the bed and then a wide smile spread
across his face. "Challenge accepted."
The fae's green eyes burst with excitement as
Cass lifted the guy off of his feet and tossed him on the mattress. The fae
laughed even harder, which in turn, made Cass's cock pulse with the need to be
buried inside the man.
He strutted around the bed, peacocking for the
fae. "So, tell me in detail about this dream of yours."
The fae wiggled his brows. "I'd rather show
you."
Oh yeah. Cass wanted that as well. He palmed
his cock, squeezing the base before giving it a few pumps. "First, my
sweetness, you have to taste the rainbow."
Cass winced, wondering if he was about to be
slapped. His hand faltered on his cock, waiting for the blow. But it didn’t
come. Instead, the fae laughed even harder. His ego was being battered and
Cass wondered if maybe he should just call this off when the fae's eyes landed
on him. There was no mistaking the lust shimmering in them.
"I love your way with words."
Huh?
"You do?"
"Original," the fae said as he crawled across
the bed on his hands and knees. Cass nearly swallowed his tongue as the
evocative way the man displayed himself. He wasn’t sure if he should continue
to stand there for a blow job or go behind the guy and fuck him into
unconsciousness.
Decisions. Decisions.
"My, my." The fae's breath tickled over the
head of Cass's cock. "You are very well endowed indeed. It's better
than my dream. How did you get so big?"
"I grew it myself." Cass winced. Now that
was a stupid reply. Maybe he should go back to keeping quiet. His witty
comebacks, replies, and pick-up lines had always sounded so snappy in his
mind. But for some reason, around this fae, Cass felt twenty points dumber.
"I can see," the fae teased before he flicked
his tongue out and licked the pre-cum that was dripping from the head of
Cass's cock. "And I can't wait to feast on the harvest of your labor."
Cass hissed, his eyes rolling to the back of
his head when the fae engulfed him. Holy shit! Cass's legs began to
tremble and his hips jerked forward. He feared his knees would buckle and give
out as the fae sucked Cass's cock down the man's throat. Those glorious
muscles worked Cass's shaft with expertise.
When the fae flipped to his back—Cass's cock
still in the man's mouth—and began to stroke his long erection, Cass just knew
this had to be a dream. There was no way he had someone this erotic in his
bed. The man was kinky with a capital kinky. It wasn't a capital K
because the guy needed all five letters.
That's how hot he looked as his hand jerked up
and down.
And those noises. The fae was moaning,
whimpering, and then he began to hum.
That was it. The trigger Cass didn’t even know
he had. He shot to his toes and shouted, his neck muscles growing taunt as his
cum spurted down the fae's throat.
Cass was in danger of passing out. He became
so lightheaded that swayed a little. What was this guy doing to him? "Honey,
where have you been all my life?" Cass couldn’t help the question.
The fae rolled to his knees and shot straight
up, pressing his palms into Cass's chest. "Waiting for you to come along, Mr.
Sexy. Now get your ass in bed before I shrivel away to nothing."
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