CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Glen
One moment I’m having a sort of awkward conversation with His Majesty, and the next moment he’s kissing me desperately. I ain’t a fool, or maybe I am—reckon I haven’t made up my mind on that yet, and I kiss him back.
His soft hands link around my neck, and his heartbeat thunders so forcefully under his shirt, that I can feel it. I wrap my arms around his slender waist to steady him.
He withdraws from my mouth reluctantly. “I’m sorry. That was—”
“That was nice,” I assure him.
“You thought so?” I feel him smile against me. “I thought so as well.”
“I’m gonna miss you,” I tell him.
“I’ll miss you too.”
I hesitate. This is the time I say goodnight to him for real. But it don’t sit right with me, and I keep hold of his hands. “Someone might come check here again.”
His shoulders slump. “Yes.”
I hate the dejected noise he makes. That wasn’t my intention.
“I want to keep kissing you,” I promise him.
He straightens. “Oh.”
He don’t say nothing, and my heart spins. I think of all the magazines with him on the cover.
He opens his mouth, then closes it.
He opens it again, then says, “I have a bedroom.”
“You wanna finish giving me the royal tour, Your Majesty?”
“Wouldn’t be a good host if I didn’t.”
And that’s how I find myself in his royal chambers. He flicks on the lights, and it’s more marvelous than anything I’ve seen. The crown molding is gilded, the walls a pretty sky blue, and paintings of pretty landscapes dazzle from golden frames. Large bay windows overlook sparkling Solberg.
“Wow.” I crane my head up. “There are people painted on the ceiling.”
“I know it’s ostentatious. I had a different bedroom with Sissel. After her death...” He shakes his head. “I didn’t want to miss her all the time.”
“Well, when your home has forty bedrooms, may as well switch them up.”
My gaze bounces around the room. Maybe when we were in the greenhouse, I could forget for a moment who he was.
I can’t forget now.
Regular people just don’t have two-story bedrooms covered in gold and prettiness.
“I’ve never...” He chews on his lower lip.
“I know,” I say quickly. “Ain’t some sexual expert or anything either. I met Dean young.”
Erik has a sort of queasy look on his face.
“I’m sorry,” I say hastily. “I shouldn’t have brought him up.”
“I brought up Sissel first.”
I nod. I don’t like it when he gets all apologetic.
We all say things not quite perfect from time to time.
I never expected to find someone after Dean.
Dean and I, we got on real great. But I ain’t going to keep myself from the king.
I know he loved his Sissel awfully much, and maybe it helps that I’m so different from her. It helps that he’s different from Dean.
I pull him toward me, until his body is pressed up against mine, and then we’re kissing.
I might not be some sexual expert, but I know good kisses from bad kisses. I’ve had them both.
My kisses with Erik definitely belong in the good category, and I don’t want to ever let them stop. I hoist Erik into my arms, and he wraps his legs around my waist, gripping me tightly to him. I carry him to the bed, then set him down in the center, and climb on top of him.
We kiss and kiss and kiss.
Our tongues seem to know what to do with each other and don’t care that we’re from different countries, different backgrounds.
“I want to feel your skin,” I tell him.
He blinks at me, starry-eyed. “In that case, it might behoove us to do some undressing.”
I untie his robe, then unbutton his pajama top.
Blond hair curls on his chest in an interesting manner, and I run my hands over them.
His peaks are hard and firm and pink, and I run my fingers around them, so they pebble further beneath my touch, tightening beneath my fingers.
The king moans beneath me, rutting and whining.
“I’m gonna make it good for you,” I promise.
He gives me that adorable glazed look, and I smile.
My cock’s mighty uncomfortable in my pants, and I tear off my t-shirt, then tear off my sweatpants.
Erik’s eyes round, and I reckon he’s caught sight of my package. I straddle him. “Want to touch it?”
He nods frantically, and I rub my hand through his soft locks.
He runs his fingers over my boxers. I ain’t small there and reckon he noticed.
“You’re large,” he says, and his cheeks are flushed. I wonder if he’s embarrassed about his own offerings. He don’t have to be. I run my fingers over his fancy soft briefs, then I roll his briefs down. His cock juts out, hard and throbbing, and spilling with pre-cum.
“You’re mighty nice there,” I say.
That ain’t no lie.
“Well...” He shifts his legs.
“You are,” I say firmly, because he is.
Then I lie next to him and pull him into my arms, so he’s lying on my chest. I like having him on top of me. I like feeling him against me. I like all of this. I like him.
I let him explore my face with his hands and mouth. My heart leaps happily.
My cock hardens further against his, pre-cum seeping out, and the masculine scent fills the air. Erik’s face is flushed pink, and his locks stick against his forehead. Reckon this is what he would look like in Nevada when it’s hot.
“You can do anything,” I assure him. “Or tell me to do anything.”
“I want to feel you.”
His eyes turn glazed again, and he explores my body, running his fingers over each muscle, running his fingers through the hair that trails down to my cock.
It’s his first time with a man, and I wonder if he thinks he’ll get another chance with one. He sucks my skin, then eyes my cock.
“You don’t need to—”
He nods, but in the moment after, he’s put me in his mouth. A hot wet mouth is over me. His tongue moves. His lips move. And when his hands reach my balls, I grasp onto the sheet, as pleasure moves over me.
ERIK
Glen is in my bed.
I thought this would never happen. And it has. It is.
I suckle on his cock, exploring his tight balls with my hands.
He’s moaning beneath me, and I’m making him moan.
I can barely get the head in my mouth, and my movements are clumsy and desperate, but Glen’s eyes are soft whenever I catch them, and he ruffles my head with something like reverence.
Maybe we have all night, maybe multiple nights if I’m lucky. But he’s going to leave soon. We might be telling everyone that we’re engaged, but we’re not. It’s false.
For some reason, it doesn’t feel like pretend.
My cock is hard, and I rut against Glen’s leg. He pulls me up and kisses me some more.
“My turn.” And then he’s swallowing my length, and running his hands over my bottom, and squeezing.
My eyes go wide, and I forget to breathe, because the way he sucks... the way he touches me... well, it’s remarkable.
He presses the pad of his thumb against my hole, and I moan. He withdraws his mouth from me and grins at me. His curly hair is tousled and wild, slick with sweat, and he grins. “You liked that?”
I nod frantically.
“Turn around.”
My eyes widen.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I won’t penetrate. Not...”
His voice trails off, and I wonder if he was going to say ‘yet.’
I flip around.
“Do you have any idea how pretty this is?” His palms drag across my bottom. “You have such a pretty hole, Erik. So tight and pink.”
Pleasure shoots through me. No one has ever examined me there.
He moves his hand over my cock.
“I’m going to...” I gasp.
“Come for me.”
And then pleasure rolls through me, and the world is hot and perfect.
He chuckles.
My hand fumbles for him.
“I don’t need—”
I whine irritatedly, and a low laugh rumbles against my neck.
“Alright, Your Majesty.” He puts my fingers over his cock, covering them with his own larger ones.
And then he explodes. White liquid shoots from him, landing on my chest.
He gives a satisfied sigh, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring at me with affection.
“I reckon I should get back—”
“You don’t have to,” I blurt out. “I mean...” My mouth twists. Is this the part where he returns to his room and we pretend this never happened?
But I don’t want to be alone.
He looks relieved. “Okey-dokie. Let’s have a royal sleepover.”
This time I giggle. “That sounds excellent.”
I scramble out of bed, then gesture to a door. “The washroom is there. I’ll give you a toothbrush.”
Glen follows me, and I freeze mid-step. I’m naked in front of him. In the next moment, he throws his arm around me.
“You can be naked,” he says.
“But I’m...” Muscles ripple over his body. “I’m scrawny...”
“You’re cute,” he says sternly. “You know, I noticed you in that airport lounge straight away. Don’t make a habit of noticing anyone but I sure noticed you.”
My heart swells. I hand him a spare toothbrush from my cabinet, and then after our bathroom ablutions are over, I join Glen in the bed. I lie down on one side tentatively, unsure if he’s sleeping, not wanting to wake him, just happy not to have to spend the night alone.
He turns to me immediately, then pulls me into his arms, so I’m lying on top of him.
“I’ll crush you,” I say.
“Impossible.” He chuckles, then feathers kisses on my face. I relax against his warmth, my heartbeat slowing, my smile spreading.