Chapter 12 #2
He shuddered, then hurried to comply. I watched as he disrobed and fell to his knees, ass in the air.
His cock and balls dangling between his legs were a sight to behold and for a moment, I considered letting him fuck me.
I shucked my pants to free my erection. It was hard and leaking already, nearly slapping against my stomach.
All thoughts of not penetrating him flew from my mind.
“Lower your chest to the floor,” I growled, his cock pulsing in response. “Raise your ass higher for me.”
He obeyed, presenting himself fully to me.
I ghosted a hand across his right ass cheek, the man rocking back into my touch.
Leaning forward, I kissed and licked my way across the other cheek, feeling him tremble beneath my lips.
“Are you clear?” I popped a finger in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the digit to wet it before returning it to his eager hole.
“Yes, your highness,” he moaned against the cushion, bucking against my finger.
My free hand dropped to my cock, so hard it was nearly painful. My thumb brushed a drop of precum from the tip, massaging it into my shaft. “Good. I want to fuck you while you look me in the eye, but I need to prepare you. Do you understand?”
He hissed, pushing against my finger. “Yes, whatever you want.”
Pulling my finger free, I quickly soothed his noise of complaint with my tongue.
I slipped a hand between his thighs, firmly stroking his hard length.
He shouted, muffled by the cushion, alternating between fucking into my hand and rocking against my tongue.
My own erection throbbed, and I knew I didn’t have long.
I spat, dripping saliva over his hot hole and squeezing his shaft.
He was whispering and the closer I listened, I realized he was begging–for me.
“Please, please, please,” he moaned like a prayer.
“Roll onto your back,” I demanded once I had decided he was wet enough.
My hand reluctantly fell from his rigid cock and I sat back on my knees to give him room.
He scrambled into position, automatically lifting his legs and holding his thighs to his chest. “Good, keep your eyes open and don’t look away. ”
He nodded frantically, seemingly having lost the ability to speak.
His eyes never left mine though, not even as I slicked pre cum across my tip then pressed it against his slick hole.
I slid myself into him painfully slowly, using all of the control I had left to let him adjust to my generous size.
His eyes widened and he gasped but he never blinked or looked away.
With slow, gentle rocks of my hips, I claimed him inch by inch.
Finally, I slammed myself to the hilt. He arched his back and dropped his jaw on a silent scream, eyes still locked on mine.
That shattered my control. I pumped myself into him ruthlessly, each noise he made only stoking the fire in my belly.
Neither of us lasted long. A tingle began at the base of my spine, right as his cock began to swell right before my very eyes.
“Not yet,” I growled through clenched teeth.
“Don’t you dare come yet.” A few more rough thrusts, and pleasure zipped through my veins.
“Now,” I commanded. The orgasm overtook me and I rode him through it, milking myself until my balls were empty.
He snarled, clenching onto my biceps as if they were the only things keeping him grounded.
His cock pulsed, thick white jets shooting onto his chest and stomach.
Quivering, I lowered myself to one arm, peppering tender kisses across his heated flesh.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, spinning out into the stars, pleasure cascading through us in time with the synchronised beating of our hearts.
It felt like seconds but also an eternity.
We didn’t separate until heavy footsteps thundered down the path, an angry voice screaming my name.
My father was looking for me. I pulled away from my gladiator and quickly dressed myself, the man doing the same the moment he registered their approach.
“I would have rather basked in post-coital bliss but it seems that’s not to be.
Exit the clearing on the opposite side from where you came in.
Take two rights and a left, follow the hedge until you find a small door that only opens from the inside.
It will lead you out of the garden and around to the front of the castle. ”
With nothing more than a tender smile, he leapt up and bolted for the opening in the maze, vanishing seconds before my father and Travis appeared.
Travis looked guilty as sin, but I knew he couldn’t defy the king.
My father was red in the face and near shaking with rage, taking in my disheveled appearance and the streaks in my gold paint.
“What is the meaning of this?” he shouted.
I winced, forming a lie too quickly for my liking. “I was just carousing with a maid before I got tied to the same woman for the rest of my life.”
“A maid? What maid? Who would dare touch you when you are off limits?” My father raged, taking a step toward me.
I held up a hand. “Please, Father. I have picked my future bride but I needed to sow some wild oats, as it were.”
He froze in place and gave me a calculated look. “You’ve chosen your bride? Who is it?”
The clock began to strike midnight, signifying the end of the ball. “May I bathe and rest before we have this talk? I’ll come to you first thing in the morning.”
Surprising me, my father agreed. “Very well, but if you haven’t brought me a name by mid-morning you will be thoroughly disciplined. Do I make myself clear?”
“Absolutely, sir. I will be in your office as soon as I have been made ready for the day.” I bowed. “On my life.”
Grumbling, he spun on his heel, leaving the way he came. Travis stayed behind for a moment, but I gestured for him to follow my father. “I’ll be along shortly. I need to think.” My best friend only nodded and left.
Once they were both out of sight and earshot, I dropped onto the nearest cushion like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
I had no idea what name I was going to give my father come morning–I hadn’t paid attention to any of them.
So I sat there, my head in my hands, and tried to figure a way out of it.