I was down to nothing but my thigh-high hose and the high heels with him on all fours above me. I slid down the bed so that I could slide my hands around his hips and my mouth around that bit of him that dangled so temptingly over me. His entire body reacted to my mouth sliding over him, his spine bowing, and his head dropping, his hands digging into the bed like a cat kneading its claws. His breath came out in a soft explosive sound, as if he wanted to say something but I’d stolen his words away.
I put my hand at the small of his back, my nails digging in just a little, as I held my upper body off the bed and wrapped my other hand around the base of him so I could get a better angle. It wasn’t that Kitto was small, but he wasn’t as well-endowed as some of the other men in my life. But there is a certain joy in giving oral sex to a man who doesn’t make you have to fight to deep throat all of him. I put my mouth down until I met his body and there was no more of him to go in my mouth. My hands wrapped around his hips and waist so that I could enjoy being that deep on him and not having to use my hands, but only my mouth to suck and swallow so that it was an almost continuous motion of my mouth around the long, wide, quivering, length of him.
My nails dug into his back, and he cried out for me. He found his words, and said, “Stop or I’ll go. Please stop or I won’t last.”
I took my mouth off him long enough to say, “Go, go in my mouth.”
“I need to bring you pleasure first.”
“I do enjoy this.”
He shook his head and would have pulled away farther, but I kept him above me with a flexing of nails in his back. “Please, Merry, please let me.”
I licked a long wet line up his stomach, and let go of him so I could move underneath his body and reach his nipple. I licked the edge of it until it hardened under my attentions. I put my teeth in a seal around his nipple, sucking on him, and then using my teeth to stretch his nipple out from his body. He made small eager noises for me.
His voice was breathy as he said, “Please, let me go down on you.”
I bit him hard enough to leave a red ring from my teeth in a mark around his nipple, hard enough for him to cry out above me. Kitto liked to be bitten, as much as he liked to bite.
He shuddered above me. His whole body quaked with reaction to the bite. When he could control himself enough to speak, he asked, “Please, may I go down on you?”
“I’ve gone down on you before,” I said.
“But second, after I’ve pleasured you.” He stayed on all fours beside me, waiting for me to give him permission.
“Why is it so important that I go first, other than that it’s fun for me?”
He knelt on the bed, sitting back on his heels. “You know how goblins view oral sex?”
“Powerful goblins don’t give oral sex, they receive it from less-powerful goblins. It’s a mark of dominance to get head, but not ever give it.”
He smiled. “Exactly. Some powerful goblins will give oral sex to their strumpets, but only in private, only where no one else will ever find out.”
I had two other part-goblin lovers, the very powerful twins Holly and Ash. One of the twins was a pervert among goblins because he loved going down on women, but he only did it when the three of us were alone. He knew that his brother would never tell, nor would I, but if anyone found out it would lessen his status among them.
“You can pleasure me, but only after I’ve pleasured you first.”
“I won’t tell, Kitto.”
He shook his head. “You are sidhe and that means magic, but the goblins view all of you as softer, weaker. I would never do anything to endanger you.”
I stayed on my back, but propped myself up on my elbows. “Are you saying that if the goblins found out that I pleasured you orally before you touched me that it would lose me status among them?”
He nodded, and he was very serious. “There are those among the goblins who think Kurag, the Goblin King, is besotted with you and that is why the goblins are your allies. They don’t believe him when he says you are wise and powerful.”
“And if they found out that I let you be dominant to me it would hurt my case?”
He nodded again. “And it would lessen Kurag’s hold on them. Goblin kings never step down, or die of old age, Merry. They’re murdered by their successor.”
“The ones most likely to succeed him are Holly and Ash, and they are my allies, too.”
“There are some among the goblins who think you are only sleeping with the twins to keep them from killing Kurag.”
“Why would I care enough about Kurag to do that?” I asked.
“There are those at our court who think the twins would not honor the treaty Kurag made with you, and then the goblins would be free to ally themselves with whomever they wished when the Unseelie has a new ruler.”
“Andais isn’t going to step down,” I said.
“Not for anyone but you,” he said.
“I don’t want the throne,” I said.
“Then she will be queen until someone assassinates her. I fear that whomever takes the throne may always see you as a threat to their holding the crown.”
“Because faerie and Goddess crowned me and Doyle.”
“Yes, and you are the queen’s bloodline.”
“Maybe faerie will pick a new ruler for them.”
“Maybe,” he said, but he sounded doubtful.
“But what does all the politics have to do with the oral sex in the privacy of our own bedchamber?”
“Until things are settled at both the Unseelie and the goblin courts I don’t want to do anything that might cause a problem for you.”
I studied his solemn face. “You mean that. That until both courts are sure of their rulers, you pleasure me first.”
He nodded.
I sighed, and then smiled. “It’s not a hardship; you are very orally talented.”
He smiled, and there was nothing humble about the expression on his face. “I was a strumpet passed from one powerful keeper to another for sex. I had to be good at my only job so they valued and protected me.”
“I’ve never asked before. How did you happen to have no master or mistress when Kurag offered you to me?”
“The husband of my last mistress had grown jealous of me, and since that was a sign of weakness, my mistress had to either get rid of me, or challenge her husband to a duel.”
I looked at him. “That is a bit of goblin culture that I didn’t know.”
“Weakness is not tolerated among us.”
“You’re as sidhe as you are goblin, maybe more,” I said.
He gave a little smile that I couldn’t decipher. “Maybe, but for now, please let me go down on you?”
“And when you’ve made me scream your name, what then?”
“Then I would very much like to fuck you.” He said it all formally, but the wording was goblin. Goblins didn’t make love, they fucked. In truth, they made love, some of them, but when asking in public, they fucked.
“No one can hear us, Kitto.”
“I want to go down on you, and then I want to fuck.”
I sighed again, and nodded. “Yes,” I said.
“Yes,” he said.
I smiled at the slow spread of happiness on his face. “Yes.”
“Do we want to make them wait dinner on you?”
“Why do you ask?” Because I knew he’d have a reason.
“Because if I bring you more than twice by mouth, and then fuck you as long as I want to, they’ll have to wait dinner.”
I knew it was not an idle boast. “I guess it will have to be a quickie,” I said.
He glanced at the bedside clock. “An hour, that will be a quickie.”
There was more than one reason that I loved having Kitto in my life.