Chapter 19
Nineteen
After their dance, Hugo slipped out of the ballroom under the excuse of “needing some fresh air.” The prince remained behind, chatting with other guests and sipping champagne. Hugo wandered slowly toward the gardens, admiring the blooming flowers and the elegant fountains.
From the shadows, a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a hidden nook.
Hugo grinned at that handsome face as Everand pinned him to the wall.
Warm, soft lips found Hugo’s in a hungry kiss while a familiar woodsy cologne drifted past his nose.
Hugo smiled and kissed Everand, clinging to his shoulders and pulling him in as close as possible.
Strains of the newest song played by the orchestra drifted to his ears along with an indistinct murmur of chatter, but it was mere noise compared to Everand’s frantic breaths.
“Is this what you had in mind?” the prince teased. He dragged his mouth from Hugo’s to kiss his jaw.
“Mmm,” Hugo hummed, soaking in the affection. “It’s a good start, but not quite what I was thinking.”
“And what were you thinking?”
“Something more private.”
Everand drew away, stopping his little nibbles. His eyebrows lifted, partially disappearing under a lock of hair. “Exactly how private?”
Hugo’s heart raced, and his mouth went dry.
Could he be this daring? Why not? There was no way his naughty prince would think less of him.
Hugo leaned in, brushing his lips against Everand’s ear.
“I want you to take me somewhere private and fuck me, my prince. Fuck me hard and fast. Then we’ll slip into the ball as if we were never gone.
Those pretty guests will never suspect that I have a load of royal cum filling my ass. ”
A shiver ran through the length of Everand’s body, and fingers bit into Hugo’s hips where his prince held him. “I never guessed you had such a filthy mouth.” Everand’s voice was low and gritty, sending a thrill through Hugo.
“Maybe you need to fill it to keep it from saying such filthy things.”
A low growl escaped Everand a breath before he pulled Hugo out of the gardens and through a secret side door that led into the palace.
After walking through a dimly lit corridor, they vanished behind a secret panel in the wall.
Hugo found himself jogging down a narrow hallway that was likely reserved for servants.
The prince led him on a zigzagging race through passageways and corridors he’d never been meant to see.
Here and there he caught glimpses of servants going about their duties, yet upon seeing the prince they would gasp and hurry away, lifting a hand to their eyes as if not wanting to admit that they might have seen him and his companion.
After a few minutes, they emerged in a familiar hallway—the prince’s wing. Only a couple of lamps burned low, creating a creepy atmosphere, as if they were in the middle of the woods at night. It also didn’t help that Everand let out a wicked chuckle as he pulled Hugo along.
Yet as soon as they were in the room, Hugo turned the tables on his sexy prince and shoved him against the doors.
Hugo dropped to his knees and grasped Everand’s thighs.
Before him was the most delicious bulge straining the front of Everand’s black trousers, begging to be set free.
Hugo nuzzled that hard length with his nose and pressed a series of openmouthed kisses, sending his hot breath through the fabric to Everand’s cock.
“Fuck, Hugo,” Everand cried out. “I’ll not be able to return to the ball if you make me come in my pants.”
Hugo hummed, sending more heat and vibrations to caress him through the material. “We can’t have that.”
He kissed the head and attacked the buttons holding Everand’s pants closed.
As soon as he had an opening, he sneaked his fingers inside, freeing Everand of his undergarments so that his flushed, rigid member poked free of his pants.
Hugo took a moment to look up at his devastatingly handsome prince, leaning on the door wearing his perfect tuxedo.
His face was flushed in the low light someone had left burning, and his full lips were parted in ragged pants while his hard cock protruded from his clothes in the most debauched and decadent fashion.
Hugo’s dick ached at the sight. He wanted Everand’s cock in his mouth, in his ass, stretching and filling him until they could no longer take it.
With a soft moan, Hugo grasped Everand at the root and took him deep into his mouth.
His tongue ran along every delicious inch of him, savoring the salty taste and velvety feel.
A wonderful groan rose from Everand’s throat.
The muscles in his thighs bunched and quivered under Hugo’s other hand.
His hips bucked forward, seeking more of Hugo’s mouth.
Everand hardened and swelled with every bob of Hugo’s head.
The prince was getting closer, and as much as Hugo ached to be fucked by this perfect cock, he also longed to taste him, to feel him coming apart because of Hugo’s talented tongue.
Hugo reached between his legs and rubbed himself through his pants. He could feel a damp spot forming in his undergarments from his leaking dick. Everand had complained that he was close to coming in his pants, and Hugo could feel that danger creeping up on him.
“Nooooonononono!” Everand cried in a rolling tangle of syllables. His hands tightened on Hugo’s shoulders and pushed him back.
“What?”
“I’m close.”
Hugo licked his lips and grinned at Everand. “I’m happy to finish you off.”
Everand made a desperate noise and grasped the base of his cock.
“Just looking at you like that makes me want to come.” Cupping the side of Hugo’s face, he directed the tip of his dick to rub across Hugo’s swollen lips, smearing them with pre-cum.
Before Hugo could take him into his mouth again, Everand pulled him to his feet and crashed their mouths together in a hard, messy kiss.
“Next time,” Everand mumbled as he licked Hugo’s lips and then deep into the damp cavern of his mouth.
Yes. Next time. One of many next times if Hugo had his way. This was only the beginning for them.
After a few more kisses, Everand pushed Hugo away with a laugh and tucked himself into his pants. “Go into the dining room and take off everything you’re wearing from the waist down. I’ll return shortly. We need something.”
“The dining room?”
Everand nodded, the tilt of his lips turning wicked.
Not what Hugo was expecting, but he trusted the prince. He could guess what he was running to fetch, but he’d not expected them to continue in what they had been doing in the dining room.
As Everand ran to his bedroom, Hugo turned and strolled the short distance into the dining room with its long wood table and many chairs that gleamed in the low-burning light. The prince’s apartment was silent, but it was difficult to hear anything over the hammering of his heart.
At the head of the table, Hugo pulled out the chair and sat so he could remove his shoes and stockings. He stood and slipped out of his trousers. Just as he was folding them to place on an elegant sideboard, Everand returned holding a small blue crystal bottle with a teardrop-shaped stopper.
“Look at that. I’m back in time to finish unwrapping my meal.
” Everand stepped forward and pulled off Hugo’s thin linen underpants, freeing his cock.
The prince stroked him with a firm grip, and Hugo moaned, his knees threatening to buckle.
“I would prefer to see you completely naked, but I don’t want to call for Dunston to retie our cravats.
Besides, I believe my treasure requested a hard and fast fuck. ”
“Yes, please,” Hugo begged, clutching at Everand’s shoulders to stay upright as that talented hand continued to tease him.
“On one condition.”
“Anything.” Hugo was sure he would agree to any insane request Everand made if it meant he could come.
“You share my bed with me tonight, and we have a long, thorough discussion about who gets to be the big spoon.”
Get railed now and then fuck a prince slowly later? Did he even have to ask?
Everand jerked his chin toward the head of the table when Hugo seemed to have his brain locked in an endless loop of dirty thoughts. “Get on the table,” Everand ordered, releasing his hold on Hugo’s cock.
That snapped him out of it. Hugo’s hooded eyes shifted from Everand to the table. That was…unexpected, but why not?
A low heat of embarrassment filled his cheeks and raced across his chest. He’d never done anything like that.
His few sexual experiences had been very mundane and had always taken place in a bed.
But Everand was a prince. Maybe he wasn’t accustomed to the mundane.
Or maybe he just had a more adventurous spirit.
Either way, Hugo was more than willing to give it a try. Especially since he’d started this.
Hugo hopped up on the table, facing the head chair, his legs hanging off the end. “Is this what you had in mind?”
He’d barely finished speaking when Everand pulled his chair closer and dropped into it.
“Almost.” Everand grabbed Hugo’s bare ankles and put his feet on the arms of the chair. He pushed Hugo’s knees apart, putting him on display.
Hugo moaned and lay back, shivering at the feel of Everand’s warm, powerful hands moving up his calves and caressing the inside of his thighs.
One hand fondled his balls, seeming to test the weight and feel of them before gripping his cock, stroking him.
Every touch stole his breath away and sent his heart racing.
No one had ever touched him like this, made him feel so treasured.
“Look at you.” Everand’s voice was low and dark, sending tendrils of hot need through Hugo. “You’re not a meal. You’re a banquet. A feast. Part of me wants to admire the beauty of you. To memorize this sight so I can play it over in my head late at night.”