Chapter 29

Rhydian came back hours ago, I'm sure of it. But with no phone or clock, there is no way to tell for sure. It is the fading light and my rumbling stomach that is letting me know. Pinky won't set dinner until Rhydian is ready, that much is clear. And Rhydian stormed straight to his bathroom and has been in there ever since.

My hands fidget with my robes. Needing to wash the echo of someone's touch off of you, is a thing, isn't it? Has Rhydian finally fallen apart after holding it together all day?

His bathroom door is firmly shut. Looming, ominous, and unforgiven. Should I go check on him? It is pretty clear that if I don't, no one else is, and that is breaking my heart. Rhydian has no one.

If I was upset, my mother would notice. So would my friends. Even Steve from the office. They'd try to help. Probably in awkward and awful ways, but they would. Even if I couldn't tell them what was wrong.

Rhydian is sitting in there all alone. He doesn't have anyone to comfort him.

Apart from me. He has me.

I hold my head up high and march towards the bathroom door. If he yells or throws something at me, then so be it. I have to at least try. He needs to know that he is not alone anymore.

The door swings open silently, revealing a wall of steam. I tiptoe forward. The steam swirls and moves around me. Rhydian is leaning back against the edge of the pool, his arms spread out along it. The water is lapping at his very pink nipples. His head is bowed and his antlers retracted.

I swallow. Does that mean he is sad? Or that he trusts me? Or simply that he is not expecting his privacy to be invaded? Until this morning, I had never seen him without his antlers.

My gaze runs over his wet hair, down to his wet and naked chest. His skin is smooth and very pale. His pecs are very well defined. I wish the water wasn't covering the rest of him.

My breath hitches. I've never seen this much of him before. He always takes care to wear a cotton shift around me. Even when we bathed together. I can't see any scars or deformities, so I don't know why, but it is clear I shouldn't be here. He doesn't want me to see him like this.

Carefully, I take one step backwards. His head snaps up and amber eyes bore into me. I freeze and try to prise my tongue from the roof of my mouth.

Silence stretches. Nothing but the gentle swish of water and faint drips as condensation cools against the ceiling and falls down.

"Get in," he rumbles.

I step forward. My hands go to my waist. I tried to pay close attention to what Pinky was doing when she dressed me this morning. I think I have it now. My fingers pull on a tie. Soft silk cascades down my body to pool around my ankles and leave not a scrap on me. Oops, I didn't mean to do anything quite so dramatic.

Rhydian's eyes blaze. He drinks in the sight of me and I quiver before him. I'm pretty sure he likes what he sees, and that is making me feel both too hot and too cold at the same time.

Somehow, I make it over to the bath that is more like a small swimming pool. I step in. The hot water is glorious and I can't stop my bliss filled moan of delight.

"Pleasure yourself," he orders sharply.

I suck in a breath. Okay, maybe being a bossy bastard will make him feel better. Reassert his dominance or whatever. I can give him that.

"I'd rather blow you," I hear myself say.

Rhydian raises one graceful eyebrow, but honestly, he looks less surprised than I am. I watch helplessly as he considers my suggestion. I see the very moment he decides. His bright amber eyes darken. Under the water, his legs spread and he tilts his head down in an unmistakable, ‘go on then,' gesture.

I swallow. Is he crazy? An underwater blow job? That sounds extremely tricky. Though, I suppose you do have to hold your breath for a fair bit anyway. If you are doing it right. According to Mabon.

Fine. Challenge accepted. I take a deep breath and start to sink under the water, just before it closes over my head, I catch a glimpse of Rhydian's astonished expression and it makes me grin.

I find him easily under the water. My hands glide up his firm, muscled thighs and the feel of him beneath my hands sets my arousal alight.

My mouth finds his hard cock, mostly by bumping into it. But it will do.

Now what? If I open my mouth, I'm going to get flooded with water. Maybe some licks to start off with?

Sticking my tongue out without letting any water in is hard. But I just about manage it. I run my tongue along his length. I can feel the silken texture of him, but I cannot taste him. And now water has gone up my nose. Damn it!

I explode up out of the water, coughing and spluttering. I shove my wet hair out of my face and try to wipe water away from my eyes.

"It's impossible!" I snap.

My eyes open, and I glare at him. Defeat tastes bitter and I don't like it at all. But to my surprise, Rhydian's expression is not mocking. It's unreadable, but definitely not smug or condescending.

He moves gracefully. Hauling himself out of the water to sit on the next step up that's behind him. Water streams all over his beautiful and naked body. His cock would be level with the water if it wasn't standing tall and proud against his toned stomach.

Drool floods my mouth and I'm not even ashamed. Anyone in the world would react like this when presented with this sight.

I drag my gaze up to his eyes. Is he really going to let me? Or is this a tease?

A tiny smirk dances across his lips. "Well, it was your dying wish."

I blink. Did he really just acknowledge what happened last night? This is shocking. I thought we would never mention it at all and pretend it didn't happen. This is far healthier. It stirs a warm, pleased feeling within me and it settles in my belly.

My feet take a step forward. Seems my body is impatient and I really can't blame it. I fall to my knees on one of the shallow steps. It leaves me at the perfect height to devour him.

A rush of nerves tremble through me. A real cock is going to be very different from a banana or cucumber.

I brace my hands on his wonderful thighs again and lean slowly forward. A warm scent fills my nose. Clean cock. Arousal. Desire. It is tantalising. My mouth falls open. My tongue snakes out and wets my lips. His cock twitches.

I take the very tip of it into my mouth. Rhydian gasps. I moan. He tastes incredible. Salty and sharp. His cock is warm and heavy on my tongue. This is divine.

I get to work worshipping his cock head. Exploring it with my tongue. Kissing it. Sucking on it. Pushing it against the soft flesh of my inner cheek. I lift my hand and tap the bulge his cock is making, from the outside.

Rhydian groans and his hips lift up. Delight swirls in my veins. Along with impatience. I want more. I need more.

I look up at him as I roll my lips slowly down his length, finally taking more of him into my mouth. His cock glides across my tongue and reaches the back of my throat all too soon. There is still a lot of him left. I wrap a hand tightly around the part of his cock that I cannot fit into my mouth. I'm not going to try deepthroating during my first ever blow job. I'm not crazy.

Besides, Rhydian doesn't seem to mind. His head is tipped back. His jaw slack and his eyes half-closed. A rosy hue is colouring his pale cheeks. He looks blissed out.

I twist my hand as I bob up and down the length of his cock that I can manage. The feel of him moving over my lips and tongue is exquisite. Soft friction and sensation. I moan and grab my own cock with my free hand.

"No touching yourself," orders Rhydian breathlessly.

The bastard. How did he even know? I whine but obey him. It increases my hunger and I start devouring his cock even more enthusiastically.

His hips buck up and thrust into me, pushing his cock a little deeper into me than I was managing. I choke a little, my throat spasming around him. Rhydian cries out and hot, salty wetness floods my mouth. Heaven. Sheer heaven. I try to swallow it, but there is so much of it. It leaks out of the corners of my mouth and escapes into the water.

Rhydian pulls out of me and my lungs reflexively heave in a huge breath of air. Then I'm moving. Rhydian is manhandling me. Throwing me over the edge of the pool. Bending me over. Until my ass is half out of the warm water and it is lapping at my hole.

I shriek as his tongue penetrates me, deep and fully. With no warning at all. Oh, my god. His tongue works in and out and around. Hot and wet. Fucking me hard. Spreading me, spearing me. Stuffing me with pleasure and sensation. My achingly hard cock is trapped beneath me, pressed against the hot smooth tiles. His tongue goes impossibly deep and I scream.

My orgasm detonates. My balls are drawing up so tight it almost hurts. My entire body is spasming. I'm wailing and writhing, and sheer and utter ecstasy is burning through my veins. My nerve endings are all on fire. My mind has melted into mush from the intensity.

"Jamie?"

"Hmm?" I murmur.

"Jamie!"

I open my eyes. I'm sprawled on my back on the tiles by the pool. My legs, from the knees down, are still in the water. When the hell did I flop over? I have no recollection of that.

Rhydian is looming over me. His arms are on the floor either side of my head. His glorious naked body is dripping water onto me.

"Are you alright?" He looks concerned. Bless him.

"Yeah. I'm brilliant. You fucked my brains out," I giggle. I'm soporific and happy. Floating on clouds.

Rhydian's eyes widen and his brows furrow. "I'm assuming that's an expression that doesn't translate well."

I stare at him. Fucking someone's brains out could definitely sound all kinds of wrong in translation. A helpless laugh bubbles out of me. It pours and flows. My shoulders are heaving and my eyes are watering.

Rhydian pulls me up and drags me back into the water and onto his lap, facing him. Being pressed against all this naked manliness sobers me up and I sigh happily. I rest my head on his shoulder and grin when he doesn't shove me off.

"I want to learn how to speak fey," I say.

His arms wrap around my back, and I snuggle in closer.

"I will teach you," he rumbles, and I can feel the vibrations from his chest.

"No," I sigh wistfully. "You are the boss of Britain, and far too busy to teach someone a whole assed language. You need to find someone else."

He sighs heavily, as if teaching me his language is his greatest dream, and he is despondent about having to give it up.

"Tristan," he says.

"Fine," I agree.

Rhydian trusts Tristan, and the worst the redhead can do is flirt me to death. I can put up with that. I can put up with a lot, when it comes to Rhydian.