His head fell back against my shoulder, bracing his hand on the forearm that held the reins. The sound he made was soft and open-mouthed and it traveled through me like a current.
“I suppose this works very well. As a horseback riding method.”
“How do you suddenly have good balance?”
“I always had good balance,” he said, breathless. “I just needed motivation.”
I pressed deeper using one hand to guide his hips down onto me, until he was impaled, breathing hard and letting out slow whimpers with every sway of Bram’s steps.
I kicked Bram into a steady trot, and the bounce that had been merely pleasant before was now doing extraordinary things, because every step bounced Pip in my lap, sliding my cock inside him as if I was thrusting.
“Oh,” he said again, differently this time. He squirmed—experimentally—and the shift drove me fractionally deeper and his fingers dug into my thighs. “Oh, that’s—the bouncing. The bouncing is—”
“Yes.”
“Every step, it—”
He let out a shaky laugh and tilted his head to look over his shoulder at me. I kissed his temple, his cheekbone, the curve of his ear. I kept one hand on the reins, one eye on the road, and slid my free hand around his throat, cupping the collar he always wore.
“Mine,” I murmured, as he reached back and braced himself on my thighs. “What’s mine rides in my lap, impaled on my cock.”
“Mm hmm. Yours.” He arched and writhed, trying to force me deeper. I slid my hand down his chest, groping his pectoral muscle, tracing the ridges of his abdomen.
“Aeldryc.” He gripped my arm with both hands, trying to control the bounce.
“Shh, take it easy, baby,” I whispered. “Let the ride take us. The Guard can wait.”
“There is literally always a rush,” he said, lips pulling into a cute pout. “I am always in a hurry to have your cum inside me.”
I smiled against his neck. This creature in my lap had undone me so thoroughly that I was fucking him on horseback on a public road. I didn’t even care if it was a capital offense.
A cart appeared around the bend at precisely the moment I had forgotten, entirely and with some relief, that I was the Commander of the Grey Guard and not some lowly archer with his lover on a pleasure ride. It was a farm cart, pulled by a single ox, driven by an elderly fae woman with a broad hat and determined disinterest in her gaze. She was hauling turnips, from what I could see.
Pip stiffened and, to my horror, started to giggle.
“Do not,” I said.
“You’re still inside me.”
“Sit still. The skirt covers everything, so long as you don’t decide to fuck yourself on my cock like a little whore, she’ll never know what we’re doing.” From the outside, we were merely a large fae and a small human sharing a horse. I slowed Bram to a walk to help Pip sit still, sliding my hand down to Pip’s waist.
“But I am a whore,” Pip hissed.
“Hush. She is near enough to hear now.” I gripped his hip harder, holding him still as his inner walls squeezed me.
“Good afternoon,” I said to the cart woman. “My friend here was injured and could no longer ride his horse. Twisted ankle.” Fuck, why had I said that? Sharing too many details always showed a lie.
Pip waved. “Hi!” he said. “Beautiful day! Love the turnips!”
The woman nodded, glanced at Periwinkle trailing behind us with the luggage, and urged her ox onward.
The moment the cart rounded the bend behind us, Pip dissolved into helpless, silent laughter that did truly spectacular things to his internal muscles.
“Love the turnips.”
“I panicked!”
“You complimented a stranger’s root vegetables while impaled on my cock.”
