Red Heir - Lisa Henry Page 0,36

first to admit that he had an average cock. There was nothing special about it at all. What he could do with it though, now that was extraordinary. He’d spent a long time cultivating those skills, and he eagerly put them to use now. He propped himself up on his elbows, greased his cock, and pressed the head against the soft little mouth of muscle, waiting until Cue gave a tiny nod.

“Deep breaths and bear down,” he murmured, and then eased himself into the clenching heat in one long, smooth stroke.

Cue gasped, his eyes wide and his mouth open in that perfect O of surprise that Loth loved to see, and gods, he felt amazing. Hot and tight, and Loth had to still his hips, close his eyes, and take deep breaths just so he didn’t embarrass himself right then and there. He gave Cue another few moments to adjust, waited till Loth felt like he wasn’t quite so close to losing control, then pulled out slowly and pressed back in, angling his body in a way that he knew from experience would hit all the right places. Cue’s eyes widened again when he repeated the motion and Loth wondered briefly if it was too much, but then Cue’s arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer, his legs tangling with Loth’s as he arched his back, letting out a series of tiny, breathless moans.

Loth rolled his hips, slow and gentle and devastatingly effective, and the whimper he got in return wasn’t one of pain.

“More,” Cue whispered, breath dancing hot on the skin of Loth’s neck, and Loth picked up the pace, hips pumping steadily as Cue rocked against him, the boy’s cock twitching, his hands gripping his shoulders tightly. It was intoxicating, and Loth gave up all hope of making this last. He could already feel that tingling deep in his gut that meant he was close.

He wasn’t prepared when Cue threw his head back and his hands slid down Loth’s back to his arse. Cue squeezed hard, holding Loth deep inside, his cock pressed against Loth’s abs, grinding desperately as he let out a needy whine, and it was that noise that did Loth in. His hips stuttered once, twice, and then he was groaning out his climax. He buried his face in Cue’s shoulder, whole body trembling, as he wondered briefly how, exactly, he was the one who was falling apart here.

Cue was breathing rapidly, desperation on his face, and Loth pulled himself together enough to slip a hand between them and tug at Cue’s poor, needy cock. It was slick with precum, pulsing under Loth’s fingers. He only got to enjoy the weight and warmth against his hand for half a dozen strokes before Cue was coming with a whimper, heels drumming against the mattress.

Loth took a moment to catch his breath, and when he was able to move, he eased carefully out, rolling to one side. Cue lay there panting, a tiny, pleased smile on his face like he’d achieved something marvellous. Loth supposed he had. Loth gave himself a few minutes to recover, but when he caught his eyes closing, he knew he’d have to move soon or he’d fall asleep, and he’d always considered it the height of rudeness to leave his partner laying in the mess. It took some effort, but he dragged himself out of bed and retrieved the washcloth, dipping it in the tepid remains of the bucket of clean water. He cleaned himself up, then did the same for Cue, who seemed to have turned into a boneless heap.

He dropped the cloth on the floor and pulled the slight body closer, covering them both with a blanket. Cue remained silent, and a tiny seed of doubt wormed its way into Loth’s brain. It had certainly seemed like they’d both enjoyed it, but maybe he was being presumptuous? It wouldn’t be the first time.

Finally, he shook the boy gently. “Sweetheart? Was that all right?”

The only reply Loth got was a gentle snore, and he wasn’t quite enough of a bastard to wake Cue up, so he was forced to go to sleep with his question unanswered. His only reassurance was the faint smile on Cue’s face as he slept.

Chapter Nine

Loth woke to sunlight streaming through the window, and an empty space in the bed beside him. Normally the empty space wouldn’t have bothered him—he liked it when the people he slept with had the good sense to creep out in