Chapter 11 Shep
SHEP
THEO WAS MADDENING on a good day, but right now that mouth had pushed me past my limits. If he wanted me to shut him up so badly, he could do it on his knees.
I glanced up and down the hall and spotted a door across from us, so I shoved him through it.
All I saw before shutting us into the small space was an infuriating smirk on Theo’s lips, and then the room went dark.
“I didn’t think it would be you forcing us back into the closet—” he started before I gripped his jaw, cutting him off.
“I told you,” I said, flicking open the button of my pants with my free hand and shoving down the zipper, “to shut the fuck up. And since you can’t seem to do that”—I pushed him down onto his knees in front of me—“suck it.”
Theo’s face brushed against my erection behind my boxer briefs as he settled in at my feet, and even though the room was dark, with only a small stream of light from the bottom of the door, I slammed my eyes shut.
I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this.
But I’d already opened Pandora’s box once—what difference did a second time make?
Theo’s warm breath heated my dick as he traced me with his mouth, sending a shot of lust through my body that had me reaching out to steady myself on the wall, preparing for the onslaught.
“If you’re going to imagine someone else’s mouth getting you off, I won’t waste my time.”
I opened my eyes and looked down to faintly see Theo sitting back on his heels, no longer touching me.
I blinked, trying to bring him more into focus. “What the fuck?”
“Keep your eyes open and on me,” he said. “Wouldn’t want you mistaking me for King.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He shifted back up to his knees and curled his fingers beneath the band of my briefs. “Eyes on me.”
I growled as his taunts hit their mark and reminded me of why we shouldn’t be doing this in the first place.
King.
He was always there, but fuck, he shouldn’t be. It wasn’t like I wanted him anymore, not after the epic rejection and everything that had transpired since. He just lingered in my head and in my body, an ex-lover I couldn’t seem to shed.
Maybe that was exactly why I needed this forbidden moment with Theo. I wasn’t with anyone. Neither was he. We were both unattached, horny as hell, and in the same place at the same time. And after my last conversation with King—fuck him.
My jaw tensed as I narrowed my eyes down at the man on his knees, freeing my aching cock and waiting for my answer.
But I was done talking.
I reached down and gripped his jaw, applying enough pressure that his lips parted, then I shoved forward, sliding in deep and hard. One sure thrust and I was at the back of his throat, and Theo—that greedy bastard—swallowed me down like he’d been waiting for me.
He’d been pushing me at every opportunity, goading me into this very moment. And as I stared down at the thick hair swept back from his angular face, I realized it had only been a matter of time.
Theo was a stunningly attractive man—not one I’d ever allowed myself to look at, not that way, but there was a reason he was on the top fifty bachelor lists right alongside me.
The only problem with this handsome royal was that he was a royal fucking nightmare. Whether it be his actions, his mouth, or his give-no-fucks attitude, Theo was an itch I shouldn’t be scratching.
Why couldn’t I have gone and found some nice single guy at a club for the night? Hell, a nice single guy at the wedding? Instead, I’d hooked up with the one person I shouldn’t. The one person who was…
…sucking my dick like he’d win a medal for his performance.
Theo wrapped a hand around my cock while he used the other to rub between his own legs, and damn, I wanted to watch that. I wanted to see him get himself off while he got me off.
Knowing we didn’t have much time, I slid my fingers into the longer strands of his hair and drew his lips off me.
“Take your cock out,” I ordered him, my breathing ragged as I stared down at the picture he made kneeling at my feet.
Theo’s lips were wet and swollen, his eyes dark and dilated. He looked sexy, sinful, and I could see the buzz of alcohol in his flushed cheeks and wicked smirk.
He reached for his pants, and seconds later had his dick in hand. “This what you want?”
Fuck yes it was, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Not when it would give him the upper hand. He needed no encouragement. Not when my hard-on was glistening from being between his lips.
Instead, I twisted my fingers in his hair and brought him up to his knees.
“What I want, Your Serene Highness,” I said, and leaned down over him, “is to fuck your mouth until it can no longer talk.” I grazed my mouth over his and promised, “Then I’m going to watch you swallow every last drop of my cum.”
Theo’s lips curved under mine. “Controlling fuck.”
“And your dick says you love every goddamn second of it.” I straightened, took hold of my cock, and directed it to his mouth. “Now get to work.”
Theo didn’t hesitate—he parted his lips, flicked his tongue over my wide, sensitive head, and groaned as the taste of my arousal flooded his senses.
“You even taste expensive, you high-maintenance fucker.”
“Says the man who lives in a castle.”
Theo’s wild eyes flicked up to mine as he swirled the tip of his tongue over my leaking slit. “That turn you on?”
“No.” My balls tingled as I stared down into his twinkling eyes. “But you do. Suck me.”
There was no waiting after that. He wrapped his fingers around the base of my shaft and swallowed me, and my eyes slammed shut.
Christ. The tight, wet suction made my toes curl. He took me so deep I hit the back of his throat, and when he pulled away, dragging his lips along my hard-on, a string of curses left me.
I’d known he would be good. Hell, if there was one thing Theo was known for, it was his mouth, and I’d had no doubt it would be just as good at sucking me off as it was pissing me off. But I hadn’t been prepared for what a rush it would be to stuff it full, watching him struggle to take more.
With a hand braced on the wall, I used the one I had at the back of his head to set the pace, and Theo relaxed his jaw and let me have at him.
One rough thrust after the other, I fucked his mouth like I’d never find a hotter, tighter hole—which wasn’t true, because I knew if I turned him around and slid inside him, I’d have difficulty deciding which place I wanted to bury myself in more.
But at this particular moment, his mouth was the place I planned to lose myself in. I glanced down to where he was madly stroking his own dick, fucking his fist at the same pace I was fucking his lips, and that had my climax racing down my spine.
I wasn’t sure what was going on with me, or if it was Theo himself that had me acting this way, but he wasn’t wrong when he’d called me an animal. Every time our clothes had come off I’d been on him in seconds, and the control I was usually so good at employing went right out the fucking window.
Not that there were any windows in this particular room. In fact, I had no idea where I’d dragged Theo for this latest moment of insanity. But as I shoved past his lips and heard a strained, choking sound that turned to a groan, my eyes locked onto the mouth stretched wide around me.
I took a mental snapshot of Theo’s wet lips and began to slide in and out of them at a faster pace. His eyes watered at the strain.
For a second I wondered if it was too much for him, if I was going too hard, but when his arm began to move even faster between his legs, I knew he was as into this as I was.
Theo had always loved shit a little rough. That was why we’d always kept him on such a short leash. On missions, he was to never go in alone. He had impulse control issues out the ass. Something that was an issue when you were giving orders regarding whether or not to take some asshole’s life.
But here and now, as he reveled in the burn, the pain that my rough handling was delivering, I found it dared my edgier side to come out and play. He could take it, he wanted it, and I was more than happy to let him have it.
As that thought slammed into me, I gave a final thrust forward into that deviant mouth, and, seeming to understand exactly what point I was at, Theo tightened his lips and began to suck—hard.
My cock pulsed, my balls drew tight, and seconds later I squeezed my eyes shut and came in a hot rush down the Prince of Monaco’s throat like it was my goddamn right.
Fuck.
My fingers flexed against the wood paneling of the wall as I tried to catch my breath. Not the easiest thing to do when you just had your brain sucked out your dick. But when Theo drew his mouth off me, I opened my eyes and looked down to see him swiping his thumb along his lower lip.
“I think you might’ve broken my jaw.”
I snorted, despite myself. “Now that would be hard to explain to the public.”
“Not really,” he said as he got to his feet. “I’d just tell them how hard you went at me with your big—”
I pushed off the wall and reached for his spent cock, and Theo immediately stopped talking.
“I didn’t hear you complain.”
He sucked in a breath as I ran my fingers over its sticky head. “Like I could say anything with your dick halfway down my throat.”
The memory of that was almost as powerful as the moment I’d lost control. “But this,” I said, and brought my fingers to my lips to taste him, “says you didn’t mind.”
“I can show you how much I didn’t mind, if you give me another few minutes.”
I knew my answer should be no. That I should tell him we’d gone too far and done too much already. But it was getting to a point now where I was done trying to fool myself into thinking this was an accident.
There was something going on here. A strange attraction that had been unlocked and was becoming more and more difficult to deny.
Was it anger? Frustration? Lust? I wasn’t sure.
But one thing I did know—I’d enjoyed every second of it, so why shouldn’t I continue?
Both of us were unattached, and while it was frowned upon and an unspoken rule that we shouldn’t hook up with a fellow King, who ever said that was set in stone? The only reason it became an issue was because King had tossed my ass aside.
But that was different. This was just two single guys scratching an itch. There were no feelings involved, and once we left here, that would be that.
Fuck King’s rules.