26. Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Romance under the stars.

I brushed my fingers over his chest, trailing down his stomach to near his straining cock, then back up again. “Can I see you?”

“Permissions.”

Ah, yes. Drakcol needed to talk about everything first. That was fine as long as I got to see my Sunshine at the end. I slid my hand lower once again until it rested right below where I was pretty sure his belly button was. His breathing sped up and his tail thrashed.

“You can come as close as you want. You can touch me whenever you want. I want you, Fyn, and I want everything you have to give me. I will take it all.” He couldn’t truly touch me. There was basically nothing he could do to me, physically at least.

“Sex?” he asked, voice breaking.

“I want to watch you please yourself,” I said, voice husky and rough. Shit. I really did. Imagining him stroking himself off was enough to make me moan. “Do you have anything you need me to know or not to do?”

“No.”

I chuckled. “You’re not doing well with these permissions, my Sunshine. I think you're supposed to tell me what you like and need, and more importantly, what you don’t like.”

“I want to give you everything you desire.”

That was incredibly romantic, but not healthy. Relationships were a two-way street. “And I need you to be comfortable. What are things you don’t want me to do?”

“Well…”

The words he left off practically spoke for him. If I was truly here, Fyn would’ve had more permissions for me. I couldn’t do much to him in my ghostly state. I dragged my fingers up and down his chest, edging nearer to his dick with each pass, making his breath sharpen.

“It’s alright,” I said. “I understand.”

“My apologies.”

“Don’t. It’s the truth. With my limited abilities, what don’t you want me to do?”

“The same as I said earlier, you can touch me whenever. I like it, but maybe not anywhere personal unless you wish to start something,” he answered. That was more than a fair request. One, I could easily honor. I mean, he didn’t want me groping him when I wasn’t interested in helping him finish; I got that. However, I believed he underestimated exactly how much and how often I would want to start something.

“Do you like to have sex in public?” I asked, fingers brushing his hips.

“I—” he broke off, taking a heaving breath. “I’ve never thought about it much.”

“Hmm,” I said, moving to lean over him. “What if someone came in right now and saw you needy? Saw you utterly desperate for me? They wouldn’t see me, but they would see your cock hard and pressed against your pants. What if you were stroking yourself while calling my name?”

Fyn groaned, rubbing his bulge. I flicked at him until he pulled away. From his reaction, it was safe to say he liked the idea, but I needed him to say it out loud. This was something I loved, something I’d always loved—the chance of exposure.

“Would you like that, Sunshine?” I pressed, my fingers dragging up his stomach to circle where I was pretty sure one of his nipples was.

“Yes.”

I licked my lips. “I do as well.” I’d always been an exhibitionist, and it was perfect that Fyn was into it as well. “Now, can I see you?”

He glanced at the open archway beyond the glowing stones. “Perhaps we should go to my quarters.”

So he wasn’t ready yet. I was. I loved the thought of someone catching us together, but I wouldn’t force Fyn to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. Perhaps one day I would convince him to have sex up here or in the garden. The image of him laying on the mossy ground in the greenhouse while he stroked his erect dick, made me groan.

“Hurry,” I said.

Fyn stood and began to extinguish the glowing stones by touching them with a single finger. I glanced at the windows, bouncing on the balls of my feet. One of them looked over the terrace. Fyn could fly down, and I could jump, speeding the process up. I needed him on his back, cock in hand. Now.

When he finished, I said, “Hurry up, Sunshine. I need you.” I raced to the window and leaped without any hesitation.

“Caleb!” His name tore from my lips as he vanished over the edge. I dove out the window, wings extending. He glanced at me, mouth open and forehead wrinkled. My hands slid through him when I tried to snatch him out of the air.

The ground rapidly approached, forcing me to open my wings. I shot up and screamed, “Caleb!”

He landed with no issue and gaped up at me. I sped to the ground, scouring him. “Caleb.”

“I’m fine, Sunshine,” he said, but my soul continued to thrash against my ribs. Caleb’s arms went around me, making me shiver. “I’m alright. I’m… a ghost. Remember? I can’t die again.”

It was true, but the moment I saw him go out the window all of my instincts screamed to grab him. Logic had fled. Caleb had been in danger, and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to him.

“Do not do that again,” I snarled, breathing harshly, then added, “Please.”

“You’re being ridiculous, Sunshine.”

“Am I?” I didn’t believe so. My instincts demanded I keep Caleb tucked safely against me. He belonged there after all. Caleb belonged beside me, and I belonged next to him.

“Yes.” His fingers followed their usual pattern up my spine, over my shoulder blades, and down my sides.

I lowered my head, wanting to taste his lips, but I refrained. “Can I call you mate?”

“I would like that.”

“Excellent. Mate.”

He beamed. “Now, Sunshine, get in your bedroom because I need to see you naked.”

“As you wish, my Mate.”

The second I stepped inside, Caleb ran his fingers over my chest, stirring my cock again. It had gone flaccid from Caleb diving off the tower. He groaned when he saw my erection swell.

“Naked,” he ordered in a husky voice.

I yanked my shirt off, exposing my chest. His eyes raked down my scales, making my cock harder than ever. Never in my life had I craved someone like this. Merely the heated look was enough to make me explode.

His fingers ran over my exposed scales, circling my pierced nipples. “I’d wondered if you were pierced elsewhere.”

My nipples hardened from the cold brushes, and tingles spread from the nubs to my needy cock. “I have another one.”

He looked down at my tenting trousers, licking his lips.

“Yes, Mate.”

“Show me.”

Slowly, I walked backward, a hand out in a silent request for him to follow. Caleb trailed me, licking his lips again. What would it be like to have his mouth on me, tongue meeting mine? To have it locked around me? Kalvoxrencol said that Seth was cooler in temperature than we were, so I imagined Caleb was the same, but my brother had said that Seth’s mouth was warm around him. How would Caleb have felt? I swallowed, wishing we’d been able to have the opportunity. Though the chances we would have met while he still lived were minuscule at best.

In the end, it didn’t truly matter, I would choose Caleb no matter the circumstance.

I pulled off my boots, then I undid the laces on my trousers and began to peel them off as Caleb stared at me, mouth open. I stepped out of my trousers, standing in front of Caleb naked. He groaned. At the sound, a bead of pre-seed welled on the tip of my cock.

“You’re big,” he remarked.

I had no idea what human genitalia looked like, but I assumed it wasn’t too different. I was average size for a drakcol. My tapered tip was pierced with a gold ring and it was wider than my shaft—the whole of which was covered in small scales. My balls were even and round in my sack.

Caleb trailed his fingers over the shaft of my throbbing cock, the soft touches made a strangled moan come out of my lips. Normally, I would think the cold would dampen my desire, but it didn’t.

Every part of me was desperate for Caleb.

“You have no body hair.”

My head tilted to the side, my breath uneven. “Only on my head. That’s normal.”

He chuckled deep within his throat. “Not for humans.”

“Truly? Where else do you have hair?”

“I wish I could show you,” he answered.

I rutted into him, breaching through his palm. “You are perfect as you are.”

He smiled, eyes not leaving my cock as more beads of pre-seed slid down my shaft. “I have hair on my arms, legs, face when I don’t shave, above my cock, and all over my balls and ass. I pretty much have hair everywhere, but some is so fine or pale that you can’t see it.”

I saw hair on the tops of his arms, but I never paid much attention to it. That was clearly a mistake. The urge to run my fingers through the hair on his thin arms, testing it against my scales, flooded me.

“Lie down,” he ordered, breaking the silence, and I was more than happy to comply.

Fyn grabbed some lube before he lay on the bed, his eyes never deviating from me. My mouth was hanging open as if I was panting, even though I had no lungs. God, I was horny. My spirit was most definitely willing, but my body was unable, or better said, non-existent. Still, I had the instinct to rub my dick, even though nothing was there.

He waited, hand hovering over his dripping cock.

What did he taste like? I ordered, “Touch your tip.”

His fingers ran over the tapered head of his cock, making himself whimper. It was more pointed than humans, but it mushroomed out over his shaft. It would’ve been a stretch to fit him inside of me, but I would’ve been more than willing to try over and over again until he was fully sheathed in my ass.

When pre-cum glistened on his fingers, I said, “Taste yourself.”

He hesitated. I almost asked him what was wrong, but he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked.

“What do you taste like?”

“Sweet.”

I licked my lips. “I would take your weeping cock into my mouth and run my tongue all over your head, then taste every fucking inch of you.”

He moaned, and more liquid escaped, even though he wasn’t even touching himself. Drakcol had a lot of pre-cum.

“I would suck you until you were screaming for me before tugging on that piercing with my teeth.”

“Caleb.”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes.” His fingers edged closer to his dick. “Please.”

I settled between his legs, so I had a good view of his throbbing dick and heavy balls. “Put some lube on your hand.”

Fyn followed the instructions without question; his tail thrashed as his wings spread out over the bed.

“Touch yourself.”

He gripped the base of his shaft and pulled upward in one long, smooth motion. His hips arched, and a strangled growl ripped out of his throat. His movements turned frantic, eyes closing, as he shuttled over his dick.

“Sunshine, look at me.”

His eyes popped open. “Caleb.”

“Slower. Go slower, Sunshine. I want to see you writhe.”

With a slight whimper, he slowed down the pace, sliding up and down his thick shaft. The head of his dick was swollen and needy as pre-cum continuously leaked from his slit, mixing with the shiny lube.

“Pull on your ring,” I demanded, wiggling. Shit, this was so hot.

One of his fingers slipped into the gold ring, and he tugged on it, then wiggled it back and forth. A loud moan escaped his throat as he arched on the bed. His knees fell open, giving me a decent view of the tight pucker of his ass. It was as beautiful as he was—dark and tight and begging to be licked.

“Touch me, Caleb. Please.”

I ran my fingers over his hole, and he groaned. Slightly nervous, I asked, “Like that?”

“Yes, Mate.”

While Fyn pumped his shaft, I ran my fingers over his balls and pucker. His moans mixed with rough snarls and my name. His long white hair was like a cloud on the pillow as his head pressed back, the tendons in his neck taut with strain.

He was so gorgeous.

“Caleb,” he cried. “My Caleb.”

I slid my fingers over his muscular thighs, making him shiver. I whispered against him, “You are so beautiful.”

Fyn shouted my name again in a broken voice as his hand slicked up and down his shaft frantically. “I’m close,” he warned, eyes barely open and breathing uneven.

I loved seeing him so undone. I moved to his dick, circling the tip and the underside. His mouth opened and his neck muscles tightened. Any moment Fyn was going to explode. My fingers drifted over his dick as he frantically jerked.

“Caleb,” he moaned.

“I want to see you come. Please, Sunshine. Show me how much you like me.”

He worked even harder until a shudder went through his body moments before his hips arched. Ropes of thick, white cum splattered his stomach. He continued to milk his dick, making more and more cum burst out. Drakcol produced more than humans, and I wasn’t mad at it, though I wished to lap it up.

Tremors wracked his body as he panted. His arms started to go around me, but when they slid through me, he jerked as if he’d forgotten I wasn’t truly here.

I refused to allow my state to ruin this moment. “Taste yourself.”

Two of his shaking fingers ran through the cum on his stomach, and his nose wrinkled. I started to ask what was wrong, but then he shoved them in his mouth. His black tongue cleaned the white liquid off his fingers.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” I said.

“Salty and sweet.”

“If I could, I would lick every drop off you.”

Fyn swallowed.

I rolled to his side, lying on the bed. One of his wings disappeared into me, but I ignored it. He shifted to his side and draped the other wing over me, enclosing me in his secure embrace.

“Shall we go again?” I had thoroughly enjoyed watching Fyn pleasure himself, and I was more than ready to see him undone and begging again.

“Let me rest first, Mate, but yes.” He tucked an arm under his head. “I’ve never had such a strong release in my life.”

I snuggled close. “I liked it.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe you can get in the shower, and we can see if I can get you to come without any other help.”

His eyes darkened with arousal and his dick twitched in obvious interest. “I would enjoy trying that.”

“I’m sure you would.”