by Ophelia Bell
He yanked the hem of my t-shirt up and I tore it the rest of the way off, stomach quivering when I felt his fingers already at my waistband, tugging the buttons free and pressing at my hard-on in the process. I grunted when he reached inside and wrapped his hand around me, squeezing hard enough to make me see fucking stars. The second I tossed my shirt aside, he sat up, slamming his mouth to mine again while he stroked my dick.
I fumbled between us, wanting to return the favor, but before I could grab him, he pushed me away. “Pants off. Have you ever been fucked before?”
I froze halfway off the bed, my ass reflexively tightening at the suggestion. I paused to stare down at him, my hard cock throbbing and not making it any easier to process what was going on. We were two dudes about to fuck. Of course one of us was going to be the fuckee in this situation.
Keagan chuckled. “Guess I’m the bottom then. There’s lube in the drawer.”
He rolled over and clutched a pillow in his arms as I tried to come to terms with what had just happened. The sheet still covered him from the hips down, but he was just as intimidating from this angle as he’d been facing me. His shoulders were wide and bunched with tension, an immense tattoo of a gnarled old desert tree spanning his entire back, with the trunk covering the length of his spine. A Joshua tree, I realized, and I had a feeling the dark roots of it went even farther than his hips. And he wanted me to bury my root into his ass.
Yet the idea did not turn me off in the least. I eyed him up and down while I kicked off my pants. When I leaned down to open the drawer, our eyes met again.
“You good with this?” he asked. His voice was thick from his bout of crying, his eyes still sad but more eager now. I thought I knew exactly what he was feeling.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.
“Just go slow. It’s been a while for me.”
I frowned as I fished around into the drawer for the bottle of lube, which was almost empty. I held it up and lifted an eyebrow at him.
He rolled his eyes. “Ro and I . . . he’s usually in this position when we fuck.”
“Ah. I didn’t know. I can try to . . . if you want.” I tried not to wince at the idea of taking his cock.
“No.” He shook his head fervently. “I can’t be gentle and you deserve someone patient enough to take it slow your first time. Besides, I need it different if it isn’t him. I need it like this.”
We stared at each other for a beat, silently communing over our shared pain. I finally nodded and climbed back onto the bed, straddling his legs with the sheet still between us.
Keagan watched me over his shoulder, his dusty brown eyes reminding me of the color of Deva’s skin. That brought back the image of the night before when she was in my arms coming undone with my fingers in her pussy.
“Did you fuck her last night?” Keagan asked. His question made me jerk my gaze to his as I settled on the backs of his thighs, still hesitant to just dive in.
“Deva?”
“Mother fucking Theresa. Yeah, Deva. Who the fuck did you think I meant?” he snapped, though his eyes betrayed a hint of fear that I doubted had anything to do with what we were doing.
“No. Rohan and I—we just made her come. A lot.”
“Did you fuck Ro?” he asked, more curious than fearful this time.
“Ah, no. No one fucked anyone last night. Except for kissing him once or twice, I am popping my dude cherry with you.” I flicked open the tip of the lube and tugged the sheet down Keagan’s ass, revealing a pair of tanned mounds completely devoid of a tan line like I had. Why that should be a turn-on I had no idea, but I was fucking fascinated by the perfectly uniform, light brown coloring of his skin. It was like he had Native American blood, but too much body hair to claim that heritage.
“You’re not like other human men,” he commented, turning to face the headboard again.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, gently sliding a hand across his low back and down over one bulky mountain of pure muscle. The man was built. He was intimidating even lying down on his belly. I wasn’t entirely sure how to begin but I didn’t want to keep asking, so I figured I’d start slow and work up to it unless he told me different. I slipped my hand between his thighs, grazing the backs of his balls with my knuckles. He shifted one leg out from under me, pulling his knee wide and spreading himself without a word.
“Most wouldn’t have adjusted to this whole change so easily.”
“You mean realizing I might like sex with other men?” I asked, still not sure if I would like it, but my dick definitely wanted me to give it a shot.
“No. With us. The higher races. I guess it must be a bloodline thing.” He let out a low grunt when my fingers roamed between his ass cheeks, grazing along the soft skin around his opening. I teased back in the other direction and he lifted his hips into my touch. Moving my hand up again, I paused with my thumb right over his tight, puckered flesh and rubbed gently.
“Fuck.” He buried his face in the pillow and lifted his hips again. I moved and knelt between his spread thighs, freeing his other leg so he could spread himself wider for me. The pulse in my dick pounded like a drum but he’d said to take it slow. The man had just been ripped to shreds a few hours ago so the fact that he was game to fuck amazed me.
When he bent his knees and pulled them up to the sides, his hips lifted, revealing heavy balls and a thick stiff cock. I set the lube aside for the time being just to test my own resolve. My goal with any female partner had been to make it good for her. Why should being with a man be any different?
I cupped his sac with one hand, trailing light caresses between his ass and the underside of his balls with the other. Then, with a hand more steady than I felt, I gripped the base of his shaft and stroked up along the length until I encountered his slick, wet tip. This was familiar territory at least, so I toyed with his dick the way I liked, still idly stroking his ass with my other hand.
“Bodhi, if you’re ever gonna fuck me, you’d better do it or I’m coming in your hand.”
“I will soon, I promise.” I picked up the lube again and tipped it over his cleft, watching the muscles spasm when the cool, clear fluid hit his hot skin. I caught the syrupy trail at his opening with my thumb and applied pressure.
“Fuck yes,” he said, the words muffled by the pillow. My thumb breached his opening and slid in easily. Releasing his dick, I used the other hand to grip one cheek and hold it wide while I teased two fingertips around his hole and then pushed into him, fucking gently and marveling at the sounds he made with each slow thrust. He took my fingers easily, but my own ass clenched, sure it wouldn’t be so easy were I to be on the receiving end. I had a feeling fucking him would pretty much guarantee he’d ask to return the favor at some point.
When I had three fingers in him, I twisted them around and pushed a little deeper. My fingertips brushed a bundle deep along the frontside of his channel and Keagan let out a yell, his hands shooting out to grip the top of his headboard. He rose up and pushed back.
“Fuck me already!”
I slipped my fingers out of his ass and quickly slathered lube all over my dick. My skin was so hot I didn’t register the icy cold of the liquid. Raising up on my knees, I positioned myself at his ass and pushed my tip in. Pleasure exploded just from that short penetration and Keagan’s hips twitched forward as if he wanted to get away. I dug my fingers into his hip on one side to hold him still.
“Thought you wanted this. I’m going slow like you asked but you keep begging, so which is it?”
He panted hard, sweat trickling down his back and his entire body quivering from strain.
“You’re bigger than I expected,” he said, then chuckled. “Just give me a sec.”
I waited a maddening moment, barely holding my shit together with just the tiniest bit of my dick clamped inside his tight opening. He took a deep breath and slowly his muscles eased. Reaching back, he found my hip and urged me closer.
The entire realm of sensation was encom
passed in the length of my hard cock as I eased into him with his help. He pushed back while pulling me forward, each inch an agony of pure pleasure until I was seated balls-deep in his ass. Then everything stopped and he dropped his head, still gasping for air like he’d just run a marathon.
“You good? Do I need to stop?” Please don’t fucking ask me to stop.
“Getting lightheaded,” he murmured, and I registered the white knuckles of the hand still clinging to the headboard. But when I moved to retreat, his other hand held tight to my hip. “Don’t you fucking dare. Just help me down.”
When I caught onto his need to just lie down, I wrapped an arm around his torso and eased us onto the bed, back to front. Each twist of our hips sent shocks of pleasure through my dick and I ached to start fucking him.
Lifting up on one elbow, I looked down at him. “You sure you’re up for this?” I asked. He nodded and grabbed my hand, guiding it down to his thick erection.
“Need to come,” he murmured, his eyes fevered and glassy as he twisted his torso to meet my gaze dead on so there could be no mistake. “Fuck me.”
“You got it.” I hooked a leg over his and braced it on the bed for leverage as I eased out and pushed back in again. At the same time, I began stroking his cock.
Keagan rumbled a “fuck yes” of relief, then tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me down into a kiss. I kept stroking, increasing my tempo in time with the quickening push of his ass back into me. Within moments the pleasure snapped and we both groaned and writhed, completely lost to the pleasure-seeking beasts inside us. Nothing mattered but reaching that peak and everything felt fucking amazing.
As I stroked his cock, it was as though he’d become an extension of me and our pleasure became one. Yet in my mind’s eye, I couldn’t help but picture Deva the way she’d come the night before, the way she’d tasted on my tongue when Rohan’s low commands sent her over the edge, and the way her fingers had tangled and pulled at my hair painfully, yet I never wanted it to stop.
As if responding to my own guilty fantasy, Keagan released my mouth suddenly and let out a roar a second before hot, sticky fluid covered my knuckles where I gripped his cock. His ass tightened around me at the same time as he shoved back hard, taking me as deep as he could. The tight friction sent me flying, my cock erupting into him in a hot stream that seemed like it would never end. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was certain I’d heard him say a name, but it wasn’t my name. It wasn’t even Rohan’s.
Again, he whispered the name softly. “Deva. Why the fuck do I see her face when I come?”
He opened his eyes and stared at me as though I had an answer. “If you figure it out let me know, because so do I.”
32
Deva
Despite my achingly strong conviction that I couldn’t let Rohan give so much, deep down I longed to accept what he offered. I no longer had the strength to resist that need, even though I dreaded the inevitable end to our brief connection.
“Let me love you, Deva,” he whispered again and I simply sighed and sank back against his warmth. He held me close for several moments, gently stroking my arms while he pressed soft kisses to my neck and shoulder. My tears abated, giving way to a bittersweet contentment as I relaxed.
Through the walls came the unmistakable noises of lovemaking, though the sounds were closer now, like they originated from Keagan’s room next door and not the guest room where I’d seen Willem’s and Sandor’s auras earlier. I didn’t look, though my stomach twisted with longing despite my rational mind pushing forth an almost forced seed of hope that Bodhi and Keagan would be each other’s answers . . . would find a bond to heal each other’s souls.
I shouldn’t want them for myself, yet I did. I wanted them all but never in a million years could I let myself entertain the idea of actually having them, lest I doom them completely. If binding two souls together was the answer, I could never be the one to heal them.
Rohan’s offer of respite from the pain was all I had, and I turned around and clung to him, kissing him desperately to try to fend off the rising panic that I’d be alone forever. He responded with equal fervor, moaning and cupping my face in his hands as he tasted my lips, teased his tongue between them, and took my mouth with a depth of feeling I’d never experienced outside my dreams. The kiss sparked an odd sense of déjà vu that lit my desire and fanned the flames. I suddenly wanted every ounce of whatever Rohan had to offer.
My skin burned with heat that didn’t abate even after he’d pulled the borrowed dress over my head, leaving me completely bare. His golden gaze traveled down my reclining body, flaring with light like the sun lived inside his soul and chose to bless me with her radiance for a moment. He stripped and settled between my thighs, face aligned with my sternum as he kissed and suckled my breasts, each lick causing warmth to coil ever tighter in my core.
I arched up into him, fingers tangling with his golden curls. His eyes sparked again, and his tongue transformed, twin forks flicking lightly over one hard nipple until the dark peak ached before he switched to the other. He kept his hands cupped around my breasts as he moved down my body, tongue tickling and tasting my skin as he went.
My core clenched in anticipation and I spread my legs. Rohan nuzzled my lower belly, drifting his lips and tongue in light, feathery tickles around the top of my mound, along the junctures of my thighs. Each pass made me hotter and wetter and more impatient.
“Ro, please,” I begged, tilting my hips up toward his face.
He stilled and gazed up at me. “I’m making love to you tonight, Deva. But I need the energy to do it. You know I need to tease you if I want more power.” He said it with all seriousness, but his eyes glinted with mischief. That golden dragon inside him was still alive and well.
He bent his head and pulled my aching clit between his lips, sucking it for a glorious but too-short second before he stopped and pressed an infuriatingly chaste kiss to the top of my cleft. Then he pursed his lips and blew lightly, shimmering golden smoke billowing out and encompassing my entire pussy in a cloud of tingling magic. Every nerve was suddenly ten times as sensitive, and the merest puff of breath sent my heat skyrocketing.
“That’s right,” he said. “Fuck, your aura’s as bright as the sun right now. Are you ready to come?”
“Please!” I yelled, and he pinched my nipples, sending a fresh jolt of want straight to my core. I felt swollen and drenched, and pulled my legs up, hoping to gain some relief by spreading myself open more, but he only kept his lips poised and barely brushing up and down my sensitive folds.
Gradually he added light flicks of his talented tongue, the twin tips grazing down either side of my clit before converging in the center and pushing into my hungry channel.
“Yes!” I clutched at his head, pulling him against me as he began to fuck me deep with his tongue. He released my breasts and slipped his hands beneath my ass, groaning into my core as he lifted me up to his mouth and his thrusting tongue.
The tremors of my climax began before he’d slipped out and returned his tongue to my clit, flicking it with blindingly swift circles. In my mind I heard his encouragement. “Come for me baby. Feed me that delicious power so I can make love to you the rest of the night.”
I let go, brilliant ecstasy flooding through me as my aura burst and all that pent-up magic let loose. Tremors coursed down my body with each soft suckle of his lips on my clit, as he drew out my orgasm. His body glowed when he finally lifted his head to spear me with a look of pure determination and lust.
He crawled back up my body, his huge frame hovering over me. Our hips were aligned, his long, thick erection brushing against the cooling wetness of saliva and arousal that coated my core. With a heated gaze, he tilted his hips, seating his broad tip at my opening. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him giving in fully to my adoration of this man.
At the very moment he sank into me, I felt his almost incoherent message in my mind. His intentions both elated and terrified me, be
cause what he sought wasn’t possible. Was it?
I should have pushed him away the moment I understood, but Sweet Mother did I want what he ached to give me.
Rohan braced himself on one arm, pulling back to look into my eyes. His other hand fell to my hip, then slid to cup my ass, pulling me rhythmically into his slowly rocking hips.
I tried to pull him down to kiss me again, but he wouldn’t budge. “Look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes. Will you sing for me, baby?”
Sing? I shook my head even as his request made the breath swell in my lungs and my mouth formed the sounds. But this position wouldn’t do for singing. I pushed and twisted and Rohan obligingly rolled us over until I was seated atop his hips, his glorious rigid shaft buried deep inside me. Then I began to rock atop him to the rhythm of the song that flowed from my lungs, never once losing sight of his rapturous face.
Halfway through the song, he sat up, still gazing at my face like a supplicant in worship. My breath caught and I wavered, partly from the deeper pleasure of our connection and partly from the fresh wave of longing that somehow this could last. Rohan filled in the emptiness with his voice, his deeper timbre taking over the song at just the right moment.
I braced my hands on his shoulders and arched back, seeking a deeper sensation where we were joined. He supported me easily, his voice never once wavering and the rhythm of our fucking perfectly in time with the beat of our song.
“What is mine I give to you. My heart, my body, my soul, for you,” he sang.
“What is yours I treasure always, deep down, deep down,” I answered.
His eyelids fluttered, his brilliant aura flaring with the telltale signs of his impending end. I clung tighter, my body responding in kind to his more urgent thrusts. The song faded with our need to simply breathe, but even that seemed less urgent than the need to hungrily devour each other’s mouths as the currents of our shared orgasm crashed through us. I pulled back for breath, panting wildly through the pleasure.
