He laughs, and when he pulls me in for a kiss, I wrap my arms around him, kissing him deeper.
“I’ve decided I’m going to fuck you until you can no longer sass me,” he says.
“That’s going to be a lot of fucking. Do you think you can last that long?”
“I know I can last that long.” I hear him drop back into the water before his hands slide up my legs.
“What a beautiful view.”
“Let’s go back to our bed, and… oh fuck.” My ability to speak disappears when his mouth sinks down on my cock. He briefly pulls off before driving back down, taking me into his throat, and it feels so fucking good. All thoughts scatter about how to reply to his long speech, and I decide that my “I love you” will have to be enough.
He seems quite satisfied by it.
Though I want to see what he’s doing, instead, I just have to feel him—feel the way his mouth slides up my cock until he reaches the very tip. His tongue swirls around it, teasing the head before plunging back down, taking me deep into his throat. His finger that feels wet with lube slips between my ass cheeks, teasing my hole. And while his throat tightens around my cock, he pushes a finger inside me.
I groan and my hand finds his hair, fingers gliding between the strands as his finger skillfully rubs my inner walls, sending shockwaves of sensation through me.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper. “It feels so good.”
Torin adds a second finger and I want to tell him that I need him inside me, but the idea of being fucked on this rock keeps me slightly coherent. He quickens his pace on my cock while his fingers press into the spot that makes my toes curl as pleasure rushes through me, making me moan.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him, but instead of pulling off, he sinks down deeper, his mouth and fingers working in tandem until I come with a gasp.
Carefully, he withdraws his fingers and pulls me up until I’m sitting. He climbs up to join me, his hard cock nudging my thigh.
I put a finger on the tip of it and push it back. “Nope.”
“What? You’re going to deprive me of thoroughly enjoying your body?”
“Sure am. Let’s get back to our room and then you can bury this,” I say as I press my finger against his cock, “into this.” I runa finger over my hole, leaving him to eagerly anticipate what’s to come.
He grabs me, lifting me off the rock and dragging me over to the edge in record time. I laugh at how quickly he’s moving. Quill seems to note his urgency because he’s right at the shore waiting for us.
“We don’t have our clothes,” I choke out through my laughter. Kit is back to being focused, so when I look up, I realize how far away our clothes are. But Torin gives no shits as he lifts me onto the back of the creature and leaps on behind me.
“Torin—” I begin, but I get no other words out before Kit leaps up and Torin catches her then guides her into my arms. And without wasting a moment, Quill scales the cliff with ease. It’s so fast that I barely have time to cry about it before we reach the top. I hurriedly jump off to get my clothes, and Torin shoves them on me like we’re extremely late for something.
I honestly didn’t know one could be this late for sex.
“Do you want me to get you off now?” I ask with a grin. It could possibly calm him a bit.
“Nope. I am good. Very good, in fact,” he says as he crams my right shoe on my left foot. He’s so fast at it that I don’t even have time to change it before I’m returned to Quill’s back. He puts his pants on, ties his shirt around his neck like some peculiar cape, and leaps on behind me.
“Don’t you dare run this thing back. If Quill starts running, my balls are going to suck themselves up into my body out of fear, and you’re going to have some struggles getting them back out.”
“Well, we can’t have that happen,” Torin says as his beast moves at a walk for the time being. And then a finger pushes the back of my pants down just a little.
“What exactly are you doing?”
“Nothing at all. Why? What’s wrong?” he asks innocently.
“You are not touching me on this creature!”
“I would never do that,” he murmurs while he peppers kisses down my throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His hand, which he’d wrapped around me to make sure I didn’t fall off and get trampled, slides into the front of my pants.
“Nooooo!”
