Having Dustin on my lap during this conversation was bittersweet. He was so close, yet every time I looked into his eyes, he seemed untouchable. Yes, he was playful, but the look in his eyes told me Dustin was completely serious. I could not blame him if I were honest with myself. A young man his age had the energy to spare and should have plenty to do to burn it off. Still, I could not find any safe ways for him to expend such energy unless I were to remain home during his changing period and spend vigorous hours in bed or anywhere else in the house where the urge struck.
Dustin was turning into an elf. His ears already stood proud, curving toward the crown of his head in a delicate point. One of his four fingers was free from the amulet’s scar. But no matter how fast the first stage progressed, there was no research into this artifact. We had no way to judge how long his transformation would continue.
I had not spoken for almost an entire minute, so deep in thought, so worried that Dustin would leave. I rested my forehead against his shoulder, let out a deep sigh, and squeezed his waist. “I am sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, his voice both serious and teasing. “Just fix it.”
Oh, how I wish I could. But perhaps there was something I could do. Something… We had discussed dating. I had taken him on a few. But now I had to work.
Or did I?
Another sigh escaped me, and I pulled back to stare into Dustin’s eyes. “Let me make some arrangements.”
He perked a brow at me and held me with a cool stare. “Arrangements?”
I gave him what I hoped was a calm smile, but my chin trembled, which I knew gave me away. “I will arrange to take the next year off work, only attending for emergencies. I can afford it, and you,” I kissed him softly, “you are worth it.”
The stunned expression on his sweet face was also worth it—worth everything. I kissed him again, just for being cute, and watched his silver eyes sparkle with it. He was so responsive, so loving, even when he was serious. Dustin, even when he was angry, always made me feel safe. And I was the one who was supposed to make him feel safe. But perhaps we were meant to protect each other.
“You’d do that for me?” He continued to stare at me, breathless, his lush lips parted, high color flushing his cheekbones. I combed my fingers through his thick blond hair and feathered them along his nape. “Really?”
“Really,” I said. “I will need to go in and make arrangements in person and oversee a few things today, but tomorrow, I will be home to spend time with you and help you burn off some of your pent up energy full time. Can you deal with the boredom for one more day, my beauty?”
His grin brightened my entire day and made me feel warm from my bursting heart down to my curling toes. The mischievous glint in his eyes told me I was in trouble.
“Can I keep you home for an hour to show my appreciation?”
A laugh escaped me, and I leaned our foreheads together. I could not help that my voice took on a huskier edge. “Do I get extra special attention if I say that during my absence, Kevin and Don can take you wherever you want so long as you wear another hoodie?”
Dustin trembled in my arms, his grin growing impossibly brighter. He carded his fingers through the hair at my temples until he reached the back of my head, knotted them in the strands, and pressed me closer until we were nose to nose. “Get in the bedroom, Cass. Now.”
I shivered, and the moment he abandoned my lap, I vaulted off the sofa, Dustin chasing me into my bedroom. Once the door closed, Dustin went into a frenzy, stripping us both of our clothes between fevered kisses to any expanse of flesh we could reach until slick drizzled down my thighs, and we tumbled, naked, onto the bed, panting and pawing at each other.
Finally, Dustin regained his senses. His chuckle became contagious. He collapsed on top of me, both of us laughing until the entire room was filled with our joy. Dustin’s eyes danced with it as he pushed up onto his elbows and grinned down at me. “Do you really mean it, Cass? I won’t be locked away in here every day?”
I cupped his face with both hands and lifted my head from the pillow to press a warm kiss to his parted lips. “I promise. We will try to do at least one thing off the estate grounds every day. And if not, we will find something fun to do here.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise, kitten.” He kissed the tip of my nose and started slithering down, dropping kisses along my chest and stomach until my breath came in uneven pants. Then I stopped breathing altogether when Dustin snaked his tongue out and licked the slick from my leaking hole, up and around my balls, and then up to circle the head of my cock.
“Turn over,” he demanded when he stopped lapping at my cock like a popsicle. I shuddered, rolled onto my stomach so fast my head spun. My entire body was primed and ready for the pounding I expected, but Dustin had other ideas in mind that made me whimper. I was so close to begging for him to fuck me that the words tasted bitter.
He climbed back up my body, trailing kisses along my spine until he straddled my hips and reached over to rummage in my nightstand drawer. “You are being cruel, my beauty.”
Dustin chuckled. “Really? Wait until I start before you go making those kinds of judgments.”
A moment later, I heard the snick of a bottle opening, the sound of slick skin rubbing together as Dustin warmed some form of liquid between his palms. Then my entire body turned into putty as Dustin started massaging my shoulders.
As I relaxed into the mattress, a deep, guttural moan started deep within my chest and flowed from me like a river. I could tell Dustin was not well practiced at massages, but my body did not care. Every muscle he attacked with his agile, callused fingers slowly loosened. He worked his way from my shoulders up into my neck, then down along my back until I lay boneless in a cherry-scented haze of bliss.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not keep my eyes open. They kept drifting closed with each knotted muscle that Dustin teased loose. And to my eternal disappointment, when he finished with my lower back, he skipped my ass completely to work his way down each of my legs, even digging his thumbs into the arches of my feet until I moaned my pleasure.
And when I thought he had finished, I felt him crawl back up the bed, felt his hot breath puff against the cheeks of my ass until my anus quivered, until I was once again hard and leaking and eager. With gentle hands, he pushed my legs apart as far as they would go and spread my cheeks so far apart, I whined my need. “Dustin, please…”
“What do you want, kitten?” He punctuated his question with a firm lick from just behind my balls to the small of my back. “Tell me.”
Dustin got off on hearing me say the dirtiest things, things I would never have said with or for anyone else. By now, I was so used to saying such raunchy things that I did not even stutter anymore. But I held back, waiting to see what he would do if I failed to comply.
I yelped as he smacked my ass. The sting felt like fire against my skin, spreading warmth from my ass cheek straight to my straining cock and making my ass clench as slick gushed down, soaking my balls and leaving a wet spot beneath me. My fists clenched in the pillow. I desperately wanted to obey, but I bit my lips together.
Another stinging smack hit the other cheek, and I whimpered.
“Tell me, Cass,” he demanded. I grinned, looked over my shoulder so he could see the giddy defiance in my eyes. “You little shit!” He laughed and leaned in, biting my left buttock until I moaned. “Do you want me to spank that ass red?”
Did I? We had tried a few things, but never anything so violent. But every time Dustin smacked me, my untouched dick throbbed. The idea was both abhorrent and fascinating. But truly, at that moment, all I wanted was Dustin between my legs, his mouth fused to mine as he pounded me through the mattress.
“Not today,” I whispered.
“Then tell me what you want,” he said in a sultry rasp that made goosebumps spread like tingling fire over my skin. “Tell me.” He licked a stripe up my crack again, feasting on my slick as I choked on my moan. “Tell me, kitten.”
A full-body shudder ripped from the base of my neck to my toes, and I whimpered, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you for days.”
In this room, I was no longer the exiled Sun King. In this room, I was only Dustin’s lover. Dustin’s to care for, Dustin’s to do with as he pleased. Dustin’s to rip into pieces and put back together at his whim. I was his, and I waited with bated breath for him to make his first move. Would he keep rimming my hole first, or would he flip me over as if I weighed nothing and give me the pounding I desperately needed?
His hot breath kept ghosting across my ass. He spread me wider, and I lifted my hips, unable to stop myself. “Please,” I begged. “Dustin, please…”
Dustin chuckled low in his throat and buried his face in my ass, shoving his tongue inside, wriggling past the ring of muscle until I writhed beneath him. My hands tried to pull me forward, but my legs never betrayed me as they pushed my ass back onto his face. It was both heaven and hell if such things existed. Heaven because every single nerve lit up like Shadetree at night. Hell, because the longer he took eating my hole, the longer I had to wait to be filled by him.
My gasp echoed through the room as Dustin reached between my legs and started stroking me. Normally, he would ignore my dick until I begged him, but now, he pumped me fast and hard, squeezing and twisting in all the ways he knew drove me to the brink of insanity.
For the first time that day, my mind blanked, and I was able to lose myself. I reveled in the pleasure without shame, reveled in Dustin’s love. I was at his mercy and let him take care of me.
“Your ass tastes like fucking candy,” Dustin said as he came up for air. He nibbled on my hip, and I could hear the grin in his voice as he continued, “But that’s not what you want, is it?”
I missed the feeling of his mouth on me, but I could not lie to him. I also could not speak, so I shook my head, causing my loose hair to shade my face on either side and pool around my clenched fists just the way Dustin liked. He crawled up my body and parted my hair like a curtain to kiss the side of my neck before whispering against my ear, “Roll over, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
The shivers started up again, both from his husky voice and from his breath tickling my ear. As he moved away, I felt his loss keenly but complied, quickly turning over onto my back and pulling my knees to my chest. Dustin looked me over like I was a feast laid out before him, his eyes stormy, his breath ragged. He was never so beautiful than when he looked at me like that, with such hunger and desire, his face flushed with need, his hands shaking with his restraint.
He leaned in, nuzzling my cock, licked away the streak of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. He trailed kisses along the inside of my thighs, making me shake. I was already a needy mass of desire and tortured nerves, wordlessly begging for him to fill me.
Dustin moved as if he had reached the limits of his patience. I had long ago passed the limits of mine, but Dustin’s need was worth every bit of torture. And once he pulled his fingers from my ass with a loud squelching sound and licked them off, he rolled me onto my side and pushed himself against my back.
We had not made love in this position before. I had done this with other lovers but had never been on the receiving end. I gripped the pillow next to my face, focused on my breathing, on relaxing. I pulled my top leg up to my chest as I would have guided my lovers to do in the past, and in the next instant, I groaned as Dustin pushed in.
The fullness from his thick cock brought the world into sharp focus, but when Dustin pushed against my prostate, my vision whited out for an instant before it all blurred into a soft, dreamlike haze. We both panted and tried to relax once he was fully seated within me. I could almost guess that Dustin was as close to the edge as I was. His hands roamed over every inch of my skin he could reach. His lips pressed tender kisses to the back of my neck and along my shoulder. They were all gentle touches filled with love and meant to calm, and I could have wept with the way it made my heart swell.
“You okay?” he asked after a few breaths.
I nodded, and he reached up to tweak my nipples into hard peaks. Then he teased my hand out of the clenched fist and laced our fingers together as he started a maddeningly slow, sensual rhythm, his thrusts long and steady. I wanted a hard pounding, but Dustin had other ideas. I had to admit, though, that it was sweet, and in this position, he pegged my prostate harder than in the others we had tried.
“I want this to last a while longer than usual,” he murmured against my ear. He squeezed my hand and licked his way from the lobe of my ear to the tapered point. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you the hard fucking you need soon enough.”
It was still hard to reconcile this confident, dominant version of Dustin with the young man I had seen shaken at being called a whore in a restaurant. He had so many facets, and I wanted to know them all.
His slow rhythm sought to drive me mad. I pushed back to meet his every thrust, trying to tease him into picking up his pace, but Dustin was undeterred. He chuckled against the back of my neck and tickled my side. “Someone is eager.”
I laughed with him. Dustin’s laugh was almost always contagious. I glanced over my shoulder with a grin. “While I love it when you make sweet love to me, I’m going insane at this pace.”
His chuckle became evil as he withdrew from me. I whined at the loss, hating feeling so empty, but when he pulled me onto my back and covered my body with his, I knew I was finally getting what I wanted. I quickly pulled my knees to my chest, clamped them closed around his sides as he fit our mouths together, and Gods, the taste and feel of his lips against mine were like coming home. And this time, when he shoved into me, Dustin was not gentle. He slammed his hips into mine, and we both grunted with the force, mine ending in a groan of pleasure.
This time, Dustin did not go slow and easy. He snapped his hips forward with such power that I feared the bed would shake apart, hoped this would not be over as quickly as I feared. I hoped there would be bruises for days, proof that Dustin had shown me his power.
There were no more words, nothing but grunts and groans, my moans resounding through the room like prayers only broken up by Dustin’s heated kisses when he attacked my mouth with his talented tongue. He finally broke the kiss so we could both breathe, trailing his swollen lips down the length of my jaw to suck bruises into the tender skin of my neck. I would be marked, the proof of our love available for all to see unless I wore turtleneck sweaters, and I loved it.
Dustin’s fingers dug into my hip. His other hand clamped down on my shoulder from underneath in a steely grip as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. It was animalistic and savage and perfect. I could feel my end nearing, the pressure in my balls building, my toes curling as I fought to stave off my impending climax. I whimpered into Dustin’s ear, “Almost there…”
He captured my lips with his again and sucked my tongue into his mouth in a searing kiss. “Come for me, kitten.”
I let go. After three more thrusts, my orgasm scalded me from the inside, making the world go white and disappear as Dustin chased his own. He panted, grunted against my ear, knowing how much I loved to have his breath and sounds echo against the canal. His hips continued pounding into me, becoming jerky. He lost his rhythm, and as my orgasm started to subside, Dustin looked into my eyes, and they rolled back. The muscles in his neck corded as he arched his back and came deep within me, his mouth open in a silent groan.
As he collapsed on top of me, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, loving the heavy weight of him. I brushed the sweat from his brow.
And then Dustin chuckled, making me grin. “What is so funny, imp?”
He lifted his head, his eyes still unfocused from his bliss. “Was that the best ‘Thank you’ you’ve ever received?”
Laughing, I dropped my head back into the pillow and patted his bottom. “The best ever, my beauty.”
