28. Cyrus

28

CYRUS

N ico’s ass was so tight, so perfect, I could hardly believe this was all happening mere hours after I’d been rudely awoken by a phone call in the middle of the night. This was straight out of my wildest dreams, and the best part was that I had the man I loved so dearly back because he wanted to be here. It was everything I ever could have asked for.

There was no way I could possibly fit the entirety of my cock in Nico, but I thrust it in as deep as I could go and worked up a good, slow rhythm that I knew wouldn’t hurt him. This was what he used to beg me for, and I needed it to be a pleasurable experience now that he was finally getting it.

His little whimpers and moans and the way that they mixed with my grunts made my nerves light on fire. We didn’t need to talk anymore, only focus on each other with our touch. I pressed my fingers into his asscheeks as I pumped, knowing full well I would leave marks with the amount of pressure I was using. Nico would have far more pain than a few small bruises from my fingertips, however, so I didn’t worry too much.

He’d relaxed into my rhythm, but his muscles now tensed again, and I realized he wasn’t going to last much longer. If I was going to give him everything he dreamed of, I needed to cum inside of him.

I pumped a little harder, each breath leaving my body with a meaningful forcefulness. Nico’s moans grew louder and more frequent as he buried his face into the pillow, nearly smothering himself with it.

I rocked his hips back and forth, doing most of the work for him, as his hands and knees trembled, threatening to give out. A wave of pleasure overtook me and I ceased everything I was doing, frozen as I came, my climax crashing over me and making my ears ring and the sweat trickle down my forehead.

Cum dripped out of Nico’s hole, my cock still buried inside him. Being with an orc meant extra mess to clean up because of the sheer volume of semen we produced, but I didn’t think Nico much cared about that. If anything, he was turned on by it.

As I came down from my orgasm, I slid my cock out of Nico and he collapsed onto the bed, his muscles finally giving out on him.

“That,” he said breathlessly, hand pressing weakly against his chest, “was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”

He didn’t bother to open his eyes, and though we both needed to clean ourselves and the bed up, I allowed myself to rest beside him for a few minutes. I propped my head up on my hand, elbow digging into the mattress, and watching his chest heave as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Was it everything you wanted?” I asked.

“More,” he replied, opening his eyes to gaze back at me. They shined bright while his cheeks and lips flushed a beautiful rosy pink. “So much more.”

I leaned down and planted a kiss on those perfect pink lips. “I’m glad to hear it. Now, you rest and I’ll tidy up. You’ve earned your sleep.”

“So have you.” He laughed and shifted over onto his back. “Sorry about the mess.”

“Don’t apologize.” I waved my hand at him. “And I’m serious about you getting your rest. You’re going to need it for tomorrow.”

A smile spread across his face and he raised an eyebrow, tucking his hands underneath his head, elbows out. “Is that a promise?”

I shook my head. “You little fool. Yes, it’s a promise.”

With that, he closed his eyes and settled into the bed, the smile still etched across his face even as he drifted off to sleep.

As I expected, Nico was sore the next morning and I offered to carry him out to the couch and bring him breakfast there.

“No, I can manage.” He winced as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll have to get used to this eventually, won’t I?”

I smiled. “I suppose so. You are staying, aren’t you?”

Nico stood up gingerly and turned to look at me. “I’ll stay here with you forever, Cyrus. You’re going to have to throw me out into the cold if you want to get rid of me again.”

I laughed. “Trust me, I’ll never do that.” I hesitated, hoping that what I said next wouldn’t make Nico uncomfortable. “I love you, Nico.”

Nico’s laugh lines softened and his eyes sparkled with adoration. “You know something, Cyrus?”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”