“Off, off, off,” I demanded, bunching his shirt up around his chest, unbothered if I sounded desperate. Hell, I was, no point in trying to deny it, and judging by the way Cair whipped the offending fabric over his head and horns, discarding it without a thought before returning to my neck, I guessed he wasn’t faring much better.

Cair’s hands covered my ass, giving the mounds a courtesy squeeze before lifting me up against the wall. I hooked my legs around his thighs and tore at the cords on our pants until they came loose. I didn’t even pause before taking Cair’s length into my hands, so thick and heavy, and giving it a firm stroke from root to tip. I traced the vein on the underside with my thumb, right up to the engorged head, and swiped over the slick beading at the slit.

I brought the digit to my lips and licked it clean.

Cair grunted, one of his hands slamming into the stone beside my head for purchase, the other tightening its grip on my ass. “Are you really going to tease me, sweetheart?” he growled darkly. “Or are you going to be a good boy and wrap your hands around our cocks and make us both come?”

Second option.

I lined myself up with him, the noticeable size difference making my dick throb. How that fit inside me I’d never understand, but my empty hole gave an eager clench in anticipation. I rolled my hips once, shuddering at the delicious zing of pleasure before circling my hands around us both and jerking, delighting in the way Cair snarled with each filthy stroke.

“That’s it, just like that,” he praised through gritted fangs. “Don’t fucking stop. I want your belly covered in our cum. I’m going to use it to slick up your sweet little hole and fuck you like you deserve.”

I cursed under my breath, canting my hips for a better angle to move my hand faster. Cair thrust into my fists with uncoordinated abandon, the blunt nudge of his cockhead against mine making my eyes cross.

It was quick, sloppy, and a little dry, but my brain was still fucking melting out of my ears.

Knowing we could be heard, could be caught, but neither of us were able to stop the pure, carnal rush, had my senses sparking like there was an electrical current under my skin. Cair kissed me again, punishing and savage, a clash of lips and teeth, and it only added to the intensity. I had the urge to reach up and bury my fingers in his hair, or grab onto his horn as I rode out the wave of sensation, but I needed both hands to twist and tug.

It was heaven, and I was already close, zero chance of lasting much longer. My head fell back against the wall with a dull thump, and Cair used it to his advantage, sucking wet, hard bruises into the skin of my neck.