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“Good. Because, as you once told me” – I straddle his lap – “I’m not ready to share you with anyone yet. So it looks like I'll be responsible for your first scandal as King.”
His smile goes cataclysmic. “I’d expect nothing less, Coffee Shop.” In a flash, his lips are on mine once again, claiming every inch of me.
Kissing Loch is like kissing a hurricane made flesh. Wild and full of destructive energy that works to make the two of us into panting, moaning messes. How I was able to survive without this man kissing me, holding me, loving me, I will never know. It makes me all the more grateful that Coal and Iris decided to intervene when they did.
Pulling back from the kiss, it’s my turn to trail kisses down along Loch’s jaw and throat, and unlike him, I have no qualms with leaving my marks all along his neck where the world can see them. He’s mine, dammit, and I’m going to make sure everyone knows that.
Nipping higher, I suck his earlobe into my mouth, lightly tugging on the single piercing embedded there. The shudder it elicits from Loch is heady, and I find myself doing it again, loving that deep, growling mewl, ghosting my ear.
“You are na playin’ fair, boyo.” I feel the rasp of his beard against my cheek as he pulls his away from my mouth and begins his own assault down my neck.
We’re steadily rocking together on the couch, grinding our clothed cocks against one another, taking our time to build up to the next part of the night. Granted, if this continues for much longer, we’re likely not going back to the party, and honestly, that thought doesn’t bother me as much as it would have. The guilt I would have normally felt for keeping Loch all to myself doesn’t rear its ugly head. It’s rather freeing to be allowed this. To take this happiness for my own.
So, with hands wandering and bodies heating up, I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am when Loch hoists me up and off of his lap, pushing me away so he can stand in the space I had just been occupying. “You are driving me insane. Teasing me with this body of yours. It’s almost like you’re asking for me to bend you over and take you here and now.” His accent is so thick it serves as an aphrodisiac, shooting through my veins.
I can’t even stop the gasp I let out before it registers in my brain, clearly telling the whole world what I think of that proposal. And it’s so obvious that Loch clocks it too. His darkening grey eyes zeroing in on my face. Before I can say anything to confirm or deny those beautifully suggestive words, his hand is in my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling back, hard. The feral smirk on his face is confirmation enough that he’s more than willing to put his threat to good use.
“I’m gonna need your words, boyo. None of ‘tis half arsed nods or grunts. Do you wan’ me to fuck you nice and proper here in the library? Or will you be a good boy and compose yourself long enough for us to make it to my room?”
“Loch…” My voice is breathy as he holds me back. But I can’t help it. Not with this man, who is every person's wet dream, asking me questions like that. How could anyone respond with anything more than a whimpering plea?
“Ah-ah, boyo. Your words. Like I taught you. We will na do anything more than kissing if you don’t.” Loch easily pulls me further away by my hair, keeping our contact minimal. It’s so unfair.
But I know better than to argue with him. He’s right. The last time we were together, we explored this dynamic a bit, and it was a big hit. So, with a shuddering breath and a desperate plea on my tongue, I gave myself over to the part of my brain that always did what Loch wanted. The part that was always so eager to be good for this man whom I loved so much.
“Please… Loch… need you in me, now. Want all of you, want everything you can give me. Please?”
“There you go. Was that so hard?” He croons softly, letting go of my hair so he can start working on my pants, pulling my belt through the loops quickly. “Now, we’re gonna play my way. If there is anything you do na like, you tell me immediately. Got it?”
I’m nodding a moment before my brain catches up with the fact that he’s told me to use my words, so I let out a strangled “Yes” .
In a flash, I’m quickly turned around and my arms are pulled to rest against my lower back. Before I can ask what Loch is doing, I feel the soft leather of my belt wrapping around my wrists, effectively tying me up. “Remember, boyo. Use your words. If anything hurts or you need me to adjust, you tell me ASAP, or say Yellow or Red.”
The constant reminders are good as they help force me to stay focused on what’s happening rather than falling too fast. So, with another verbal affirmative, Loch maneuvers us further into the library. Towards the back section that I know for a fact houses several decent tables.
Pinning me up against the nearest one, Loch wastes no time in divesting me of my trousers and boxers, all while dropping to his knees. I barely feel the ghost of his hot breath on my ass before the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into the soft flesh without much preamble rockets up my spine.
“Fuck! That hurts, asshole!” Hissing through my teeth, I try to look over my shoulder at him, but his hands are on my waist, making sure I stay standing toward the table.
“Be a good boy and stay put. I am feeling famished and there is a deliciously perfect arse here in front of me ready for the taking.” My brain tries parsing what he says, but his words are lost on me as soon as I feel that sinful tongue lick against me.
Rutting against the table, I let out another moan, encouraging Loch to continue, all while needing more… whatever 'more’ is. I'm forced to stop moving, however, with the firm grip he has on my hips. It was a demand all on its own.
I am to stay put.
Fuck that.
I want him to hurry up. I need him, desperately, to fuck me. It's as if I will die otherwise.
“Loooch. Please. I need you. Need to have your cock deep in me. Please, My King?” I can feel the instant he registers those words. Feel the way his body becomes marble behind me.
“What did you say?” His voice sounds so wrecked. “Wha’ did you just call me?”
“My King?”
His answering growl is enough to tell me he appreciates the new term.
“Christ, Mary, and Joseph… Do you have any clue wha’ you do to me?” Loch growls again as he gets to his feet, pressing his body flush against mine. I can feel his hard dick straining against the front of his trousers.
“Likely the same you do to me, My King.” I moan, grinding up against him. I'm not being fair. I know this. But it's too tempting.
A sharp crack echoes through the library as a spark of pleasurable pain ripples through my body. Radiating from my ass. This isn't the first, or even second time Loch has smacked my ass. This time, though, it feels like a command more than anything.
“If you do na behave, I will fuck you without any prep.” He threatens… promises. And it takes all of my restraint not to take on that threat.
But I stow the brat in an overhead bin and stop moving. There's a time and place for those kinds of games, and after nearly two months of nothing isn't the time.
It then dawns on me that we don't have supplies this time. Well… maybe… I might have a condom in my wallet, but there's also a good chance I don't. And I know for a fact I don't have any lube.
I'm about to mention this when I feel the sizzle of magic in the air. A small bottle is placed next to me on the table, along with a foil wrapper.
“Did you… Did you just conjure lube and a condom with your holiday's magic?”
“An’ if I did? Would ya prefer me to jus’ take ya raw, Kris ?” Loch growls against my ear, rubbing himself against my ass (when did he lose his pants?). I cant my hips back, but I'm forced to stay still again as he grips my waist. “Stay.”
I let out a pathetic whimper but stay put. Still, the thought of him taking me raw…
“I mean… I'd want you to use lube… but I don't mind if we ditch the condom…I know I'm clean…” I'm surprised by my own suggestion. Even in my other two relationships, I always insisted on condoms. But there's a deep-seated need in me that wants this. Wants to be wholly claimed by Loch.
I can tell he's thinking it through, too. And I honestly won't be surprised if he says no. After all, we only just got back together, what… fifteen… twenty minutes ago?
But then he's reaching forward and brushing the condom away. “You're the only person I've been with in years, Kris… and I am honoured you want to fluid bond with me.”
Loch's voice is so soft. It's telling how much this genuinely means to him. To know that I place this trust in him, that my trust for him is real. It's an even more potent drug than the pure lust we've felt for each other up until now.
The pop of the bottle is loud in the otherwise silent library and brings my mind back to where we are and what we're doing. I hear Loch behind me and feel as he pulls back slightly. Likely coating himself with lube.
I'm given the answer to that question with him pressing right up against the cleft of my ass, his thick cock settling neatly there. Rubbing slowly, the tip of his head occasionally presses against the tight ring of muscles. Not enough to penetrate, but enough to leave me shaking in anticipation.
“Loch… please,” I whine pathetically, trying to press back against him while also being held in place by his body. I’m able to turn just enough to look over my shoulder to see him smirking at me. He knows what he's doing, knows that he's teasing me. And he has no right being that hot while doing it. Bastard.
“Use your words, Kris. Tell me, what you need.” He purrs, barely pressing against me, barely giving me what I so desperately want. What I need.
“Loch… Mo Rí , fuck me… please?” Apparently, speaking Irish while begging is a massive turn on for him, because as soon as the words leave my lips, he's gripping my hips and thrusting his cock deep inside me with little pretense.
Pleasure and pain shoot through my body like lightning, and I'm thankful for the table beneath me, holding me up. I'm shaking underneath Loch as he pulls out and thrusts back in, deep and rough. But it's slow. And I can tell he's making sure he didn't actually cause any real damage based on how he's taking his time pulling out. When he seems satisfied that I'm not broken, he leans over me, his hot breath ghosting against my ear as he speaks softly.
“Good?”
I'm beyond strung out on ‘feel good’ chemicals, that it takes me a solid minute of nodding to realize he wants to hear it from me. Honestly, I think that's unfair. Wanting me to piece my brain back together enough just so I can answer verbally. Still, I manage a choked ‘Yes’ which is more than enough. It’s permission granted.
I feel Loch’s hands grip my waist as he pulls me back, spearing me on his cock. His hips picking up that same firestorm intensity as our first time. The table beneath us rocks under the force but doesn't move.
I can feel as Loch shifts my hips, lifting or tilting them as needed, and soon, a burst of pleasure rockets through me as he nails my prostate with no issue.
“Fuck! Mo Rí, My King … please… I need… I need… fuck… please?” I'm babbling, and I don't even care that I'm babbling at this point. My entire body is wound so tight that it's ready to snap at the drop of a hat.
And I can feel as that need sharpens into a fine point, shooting through me like an arrow. It takes everything in me to let out a garbled “Close” as I'm almost falling off the edge.
But then Loch stops his fierce pace, instead, he's just slowly grinds against me. No longer pounding against my prostate and making it so my orgasm wanes.
I can't help but let out a needy moan at this abrupt change, and I can feel him chuckling above me.
“I ain’ ready fer ya ta cum yet, Kris . Wan’ ya ta remember who it ‘tis ya belong to.” Loch's accent is thicker than normal, melting my mind and body. It's unfair how sexy he sounds, and it just brings up the memory of when we got drunk together.
“My accent is the pinnacle of sexy.”
He isn't wrong, but I'll be damned if I tell him that. Damned if I let him know how much his voice affects me. So instead of speaking, I just rock myself back against him, trying to convey that I need him. Want him.
It isn't much, especially with both his hands on my waist, but it's enough to cause a soft groan from him, and I swear I feel him throb in me. I also feel his fingers tighten on my hips, likely leaving fingerprint bruises in their wake. And gods, if that isn’t a heady thought. Having his literal marks on my body again. Painting me, claiming me wholly.
Still, while these thoughts are hot, they aren’t enough to get me off, and I am desperate for us to fall apart together. “Loch…” My voice is desperately messianic; imploring. It’s clear he isn’t going to give in so easily, but I still have to try.
“Need you, want you… claim me, make me yours completely.” I’m not surprised by how flushed my body feels at that admission, but there’s no going back now. Not when all I truly want is to know that I belong to this man. That he belongs to me. Because while I am giving myself over, I know he is giving himself to me just as much. It isn’t all one-sided. It’s equal in all aspects, even with our dynamic.
Give and take, both giving, both taking, and both loving one another. It’s why I’m so willing to do as he wants. So willing to let him tie me up and fuck into me. So willing to fluid bond with him.
The deep rumble I hear and feel in Loch's chest turns into a keening growl, pretty much telling me he's barely holding on to his resolve.
“Christ, Kris… d'ya ‘ave any clue jus’ wha’ ya do to me?” Feeling him pull back I'm just about to whine when his hips snap forward, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
He's ruthless, pounding into me with abandon. It's so hard and fast that I can barely keep my feet planted on the floor as he fucks into me. And I don't know how I forgot how aggressive he could be.
With each deep thrust, my breath is punched out of my lungs, making me feel dizzy and lightheaded. Champagne bubbles well up in me and it's all I can do to hold out. To be good and wait for his permission.
“ Mo Rí, close… please… please…”
“Cum with me, Kris.” Loch pants out as he fucks into me faster until our heavy breathing echos through the library. And soon I'm spilling over, untouched. A white-hot rush of endorphins running through my body.
And not a moment later, I swear Loch's cock grows inside me as I feel the shallow thrusts of his hips. He stays like this for a few minutes, subtly rocking into me, driving my body to overstimulation, but I can't really care. The only thing I do care about…
“Loch… arms… please?”
He thankfully hears my request and carefully pulls out of me before undoing the belt around my wrists. He takes his time checking over each of my arms, making sure there is no lasting damage or marks.
I'm more thankful than I have words for. Even with being rough and aggressive, he still cares enough to make sure I'm not hurt. I'm about to thank him again when I hear another one of his keening growls.
I look over my shoulder to see him looking at me.
No, not at me… at the mess between my thighs and dripping lower.
I also notice his cock, which was softening, now standing at attention once again.
“Christ, Mary, and Joseph… d'ya know how hot and extremely satisfying it ‘tis to see my cum running down your thighs?” He growls, and that's my only real warning.
In one moment, I'm bodily picked up, and in the next, I feel the sizzle of magic swirl around us and we're suddenly in a bedroom.
“Did you… did you just teleport us out of the library? With your magic?”
“I was na gonna walk through my castle with you looking like this.” Loch now has me pinned to the mattress and my brain decides now to inform me that this is his bedroom.
I'm unable to admire anything around me as Loch attacks my lips with his own, his hands fervently working to divest me of my jacket and shirt. “We, holy shit, calm down turbo, we could have cleaned up.”
The dark chuckle that rumbles through Loch's chest is primal and possessive. Steely grey eyes bore into my own and I feel pinned all over again. “You are insane to think I would let you jus’ clean off my marks. I am going to claim you over an’ over again until you canna walk.”
I barely register the keening moan I hear is from my own throat. And when I do realize it's from me, I flush and struggle to cover my face. He has got to stop talking when we're like this. I'm likely to lose my mind otherwise.
“The… the treaty signing is tomorrow. I have to be able to walk after this, Loch.”
“That sounds like an iss- you , Kris.” And then his lips are on mine again and I honestly can't find it in myself to care.
So what if I can barely walk tomorrow. I'm happy now, dammit. And as Coal’s told me before, my happiness comes before anything else.
I guess now I'm starting to believe it.