Basil (The Brinnswick Chronicles #3) - Michele Notaro Page 0,133
I had a chance to feel his tight warmth.
“Then you better fucking get inside me now,” Bas said, obviously overhearing my thoughts.
I smacked his ass. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”
He groaned. “Why are you such an asshole?”
That earned him another ass slap, but he didn’t seem to mind if the smirk on his face was anythin’ to go by.
Lining myself up with his hole, I held the base of my cock with one hand and his hip with the other, then pushed my way inside. His body easily accepted me since I fucked him as often as possible, even if we normally had to be much quieter.
He pushed back on me, so I slowly slid all the way in and groaned at his tight heat. No matter how many times we did this, it would never be enough. Holding still to allow him time to adjust was difficult, so the second he shifted to tell me he was ready, I slid almost all the way out and slammed back home. He moaned prettily, so I did it again and again. With each rut of my hips, little tingles of pleasure spread from my cock outward until I felt that pleasure in every cell of my body.
Grabbing his hips, I changed my angle to be sure I was hittin’ his spot with every thrust, and he moaned and groaned even louder. I picked up the pace, being sure to slam as deep as possible.
My orgasm was building in my gut, and I felt Bas’s building again, too, so I reached between his legs to pump his cock and used my other hand to hold onto his shoulder, applying a little pressure on his throat with one finger. It made him whimper and keen, and hearing that sweet sound pushed me over the edge until I was seeing stars. The room seemed to light up around me as euphoria filled my veins a second before the dark blast of Basil’s magic blacked out the light and sent another wave of bliss through me.
My body quivered as I emptied into Basil’s ass, and he emptied onto the sheets again.
I stilled as I came down, then fell over him, kissing his shoulder. He flattened on the bed, breathing heavily, but I couldn’t move.
After a few minutes, I pulled myself out of his ass and reached up to untie his wrists. I frowned at the slight red marks on his wrists, but he turned his head and shot me a lazy smile that I kissed, and he said in my head, It’s fine—no, it’s good, promise.
When he was free, I pulled him into my arms and treasured having his sated, warm body pressed against my skin.
“I think you killed me. Am I dead?”
I chuckled. “Nope, still kickin’.”
“I’ve never come that many times so close together… I don’t even know how you managed that.”
I preened a little under the compliment, and he smacked my shoulder in protest.
“Don’t get cocky.” When I snorted, he added, “Cockier.”
I kissed the top of his head and buried my nose in his hair.
Another minute passed before he muttered a spell to clean the mess off the sheets. I was pleased that he left our skin alone because I loved smelling our scents mixed together. That was somethin’ I’d had to adjust to since drinking that kelpie water. My senses were on overdrive all the time, and I had an even deeper need to make sure anyone that came near Bas knew who he belonged to. Irrational? Yes, but he told me many times that he liked people knowin’ who I belonged to as well, so as long as my viramore didn’t mind, what-the-fuck-ever. My hum of appreciation must’ve told him how I felt about him leaving our mixed scents together because he chuckled.
“You’re such a weirdo.”
“No weirder than you.”
He snorted and scooted in to press his nose against the side of my neck. “Hiro?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
I smiled. “I love you, too.”
“I like when you’re like this.”
“Like what? Sweaty and covered in your cum?”
“Gross.”
“You said it.”
“I did not.” He smacked my shoulder, then buried his fingers in my hair. “I mean when you don’t mind me cuddling up against you.”
I frowned at that. “I never mind that.”
He sighed and started tracing my tattoos like he tended to do anytime I was shirtless around him. “You, my dear Hiro, are absolutely not a cuddler.”
I kissed his forehead and murmured, “Sorry.”
He scooted closer. “Don’t be. Your sexiness makes up for it.”