Ceridor (Danubian #4)

7. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Johann

I woke to pitch darkness all around and thought of my mother, who had referred to the time at 3 or 4 AM as the 'Witching Hour'. Maybe magic was more heightened then, but in my case, my bladder just needed to be emptied.

When I returned to my room, Ceridor got up and also used the facilities. Waiting for him to get back, I lay in bed and tried to tell my body that sleep was in order, rather than another round of tumbling in the sheets.

But my body didn't listen to me, and so by the time Ceridor came back in and once again took his shirt off (he'd thrown it on to be decent in case any staff spotted him in the hallway), I was already so hard I was tenting my sleeping shorts.

The gorgeous bard slid under the blanket and turned to me. "Are you still okay with me sleeping here, or should I sleep in my room?"

"Stay," I urged, reaching for him and grabbing his forearm.

Though he looked sleepy, a dim fire lit in his eyes and he smiled indulgently. "Is that you asking for another round?"

Desire sizzled over me. "Can I?"

"Sure," he replied easily, sitting up. I'd lit a lamp to go to the restroom and he opened the shutter a bit to give us more light. "What do you want?"

I knew what I wanted, but the words stuck in my throat and I lost my nerve.

Ceridor tapped the end of my nose playfully with his fingertip and sent me a wink. "Let me pop over to my room and grab a couple of things, in case we need them."

He didn't bother to redress since the guest bedroom was on the same hall, and returned with a handkerchief and small container of lubricant grease. "If you want to fuck me, blow me a bit first so I can relax."

Yes. "Okay."

Ceridor slid out of his clothes and set them on the night table nearby while I shucked off the rest of mine and tossed them onto my writing desk. Turning back to him, I knelt between his legs on the bed as he sprawled wide across my mattress. I really took him in. Ceridor was all long lines and smooth planes scattered over with brown body hair. His cock was fantastic: red tip swollen and peeking out from his foreskin, shaft standing at the ready and his balls pulled up tight in the naked chill.

I dipped down and nuzzled my cheek against his shaft, cupping him gently with my palm, just like he'd done to me. It was a terribly intimate gesture, and now that I'd been on both sides of it, my heart tugged at me to open up to him. Carefully, I tucked my feelings back into my rib cage, where they would be more protected. I couldn't have confessions coming out of my mouth tonight, a virgin immediately asking for commitment, even if we'd known each other for a long time.

Ceridor touched my hair gently and I licked at his tip just as he'd done to me. He tasted salty, maybe even a bit bitter, so different from mine that tended toward sweet. Gently pushing his foreskin down with my fingertips, I covered the tip of his cock with my lips and sucked, mouthing at the mushroom head and massaging it with my lips, kissing it, too. I could only hope that Ceridor had blown me the way he liked to be blown, because his blowjob was the only experience I had to go on. He let out a blissed sigh that I took as encouragement.

I drank him down to his pleasured gasp. I couldn't fit all of him in my mouth and didn't have the confidence to let him hit the back of my throat and potentially make me gag, but I lavished the top half of his cock with my tongue and lightly pumped his lower half with my fist slicked with spit. Ceridor had sat up a bit, but then fell back onto the sheets and veritably writhed, urging me to keep going with a reverent " yes " hissed into the quiet room.

Working up a rhythm and finding my confidence, I blew him with enthusiasm until he was cupping my face and pulling me off. "I'll come soon—best wait. Let me get ready."

I sat on my haunches and dragged the back of my hand across my mouth while Ceridor threw one of my pillows under his hips and grabbed the lubricating grease.

He spread his legs open wide and I got a look at his gorgeous bum covered in brown hair, his hole surrounded by even darker hair and beautiful in such a masculine way. I watched as he slathered grease on his hole and then started to stretch himself open with long fingers.

My cock was well and truly awake now, raring to go as I watched Ceridor press two fingers inside and begin scissoring himself open. I felt at a loss for anything to do while he prepped himself, and yet I couldn't stop watching, couldn't tear my gaze away.

"You're attentive," praised Ceridor soothingly. "That's the sign of a good partner."

Again my heart tugged, wanting to actually be his partner for more than just a night, but I pushed those emotions down in favor of the hearty romp I was about to get by giving my virginity to my childhood crush and pumping his ass full of my seed.

Ceridor pulled his knees back further to get more reach, and that was when I finally snapped my gaze away from his beautiful hole and looked at the rest of him. "You're flexible."

Though he remained focused on his task, he still smirked. "I work hard for it—I stretch every day."

"You stretch so that you can be bendy in bed when a man or woman nails you?" I teased.

"A man can dream," he replied easily.

That drew me up short—I hadn't expected him to admit to it.

As Ceridor inserted a third finger and worked himself open, a jealous thought took hold while I imagined him stretching and daydreaming about someone else. I wanted to be the one in his bed. I wanted to satisfy him, to drive him crazy with pleasure until his body craved me.

His voice pulled me from my lust-crazed thoughts. "I think I'm ready. Lie down, Johann. I want to ride you—it makes the angle easier, since it's been years."

I couldn't believe he'd gone years without fucking someone. If I were to meet him as a stranger in a tavern, I'd be unable to keep my composure. I'd end up propositioning him to go somewhere private with me, right then.

Obeying his command, I slid onto my back and lay flat on the bed, squaring my hips to get ready. Ceridor lubricated my leaking cock liberally before straddling my waist. I watched in awe as he stabilized my shaft and angled me to his entrance. My tip stretched his rim, and at first his muscles squeezed me so tight I nearly cried out and asked if something was wrong. But then something gave and he encircled me, the insides of him velvety and luscious. After a long moment of slow movements and panting, he sank down, fully sheathed.

Not knowing what to do with my hands, I coasted them up and down his thighs, hoping to comfort him as he breathed through the stretch and adjusted. The lamplight shone golden off his brown hair, and Ceridor's soft blue gaze slid to me. "It's been a while."

"I don't want to hurt you," I said.

He shook his head that I wouldn't, then lifted his weight up and began to move, undulating his hips and sinking back down on me. The slow, torturous pace made me crazy with lust, wanting to flip us around, toss him onto the bed and pin him under me, fucking him speechless in a frantic sprint.

Eventually I squirmed as he continued to ride me oh so slowly. Though I tried to be patient, after another couple of moments I couldn't take it anymore and grunted impatiently.

Ceridor stalled, his lust-addled eyes raking over me. " Alles okay? "

" Ja, okay ," I confirmed, "but...can I flip you?"

The shiver that ran through him, and the way he clenched around my dick, was a pretty clear answer, but still I waited.

" Ja ," he whispered, pulling off and wobbling back onto the bed.

I sat up and scooted around, thinking he'd replace me, but Ceridor just stayed on his hands and knees waiting, presented to me like it was the most normal thing in the world. When I didn't touch him, he twisted around to send me a questioning look.

I touched his bum, smoothing my palm over his furry cheek. "Why not lie down and relax? Let me take care of you."

He blinked at me and then sunk to the mattress till he was flat on his belly, the pillow slid under his hips, but I didn't see how nailing him while he was all but flat against the mattress wouldn't press on his cock uncomfortably, if not crush his poor balls.

"Like this, baby," I muttered, grabbing his hip and turning him.

Ceridor moved with me and rotated till he was on his back, scooting so that the pillow came under his hips, just like he'd been when he'd prepped himself and shown himself to me.

"Sorry," he muttered, suddenly so shy it felt like our age difference had poofed into nothing.

" Nein , Ceridor," I cooed. "You're so beautiful; I want to watch while you relax and let me fuck you."

His tummy muscles quivered and he reached down and gripped the sheet covering the mattress, as if holding on in anticipation of a hearty romping. Excitement zinged through me and I grabbed the lubricant.

"Use a lot," he suggested, his voice breathy, "more than you think you'd need."

"Okay, and let me know if I need to add more."

He nodded.

I propped his legs up till his calves rested against my collarbones and his ankles were up by my ears. This was the view I wanted to see, all these beautiful long, slim but toned lines. Ceridor gripped the sheets and turned his head to the side as I steadied his hips with both hands and sheathed myself inside him fully.

Ceridor squawked and froze. "Johann, slow! Mother of all gods."

" Schei?e , I'm sorry!" I exclaimed.

I froze and held absolutely still as Ceridor panted and came down from his panic. "It's been years, like I said. You just pushed all the way in without stopping. Were you watching when I rode you? I eased you in slowly, bit by bit."

Shame crashed through me. "I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you—should I pull out?"

"Don't move," he squeaked, and we spent a long minute as he recovered and I tried to remain present with him rather than going into a pain-filled dark place of shame and embarrassment.

I started to pull out; my cock had wilted so much from the shock that it was about to fall out anyway. Ceridor let his legs fall wide and it was all I could do to not let my thoughts spiral into anxiety and beat myself up over this.

But then he held his arms out to me, the look in his eyes conveying that all was forgiven. I went to him and all but dove into his arms, holding him tight to me. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry."

"You've apologized already. It's okay, I'm not hurt," he soothed.

We lay there a few moments, just coming down from the turmoil and soothing each other.