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.

“I’m not going to last,” I whined, my orgasm gathering at the base of my dick. I tried to suppress it, to savor it with a firm squeeze, but I was too turned on, too impatient to feel the explosion of us finally coming together.

“Don’t try to,” he said through a guttural moan. “You’re going to make me come so hard, sweetling. Just—ngh—a little more.”

I bit my lip, hoping to stifle the wail rising from the back of my throat, but Cair’s hand left the wall, fingers dimpling my jaw to pry it open. “Don’t deprive me of those pretty noises,” he demanded. Desperate, untamed. “I want to hear you howl. Let everyone know how you sound when you come for me.”