10. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Face buried in my pillow, I waited, eagerly, arse in the air like a female cat in heat.
Elevator butt for the win.
Rani took his old sweet time undressing behind me, pausing to run a finger across one pale buttock then the other, teasing my hole with a fast pass of a finger pad and stepping away when I would moan.
The man was an expert at edging me past the point of coherent thought.
I was glad to see he had maintained that skill set.
“You look so good like that,” he purred as one side of the bed sank low. “The prince of the realm hoisting his bum sky high for the commoner to bugger.”
“Okay, the old-time talk is getting me really randy,” I moaned to the side, my cock leaking onto the expensive duvet. Housekeeping would be pissed come morning. “Tell me what a blackguard I am and how you plan to screw me into a new understanding of the planes of existence.”
“Dolt.” He chuckled as he knee-walked his way closer and closer.
The first part of him that I felt touch me was his cock, hard and hot and slick with lube, it slid under my dangling balls.
I groaned softly, pressing my face into the pillow to quiet the noises that would only get louder.
I was a very vocal bottom. “You, Sir, are a rake and a heartbreaker.”
“Was,” I coughed out when he placed his thumb on the rim of my entrance, pushing ever so gently.
“Time will tell,” he replied, easing his slippery digit into me. “Until you prove yourself a worthy love, you’ll be treated like the scalawag that you were.”
“Oh fuck, now we’re pirates!” He choked back a laugh and gave my left cheek a sound swat. My cock kicked. “Damn, don’t do that again until you’re in me or I’ll come too soon.”
With a sigh of pleasure, he bent down over me, his thumb working its way deeper into me, and peppered my back with light kisses.
I moved round and round, back and forth, in figure eights.
My body was unable to decide which or what or why.
All it knew was that it needed Rani to stop teasing and get to the buggering.
“I love your arse,” he whispered into the nape of my neck. “That little birthmark on your right cheek, the way you tighten around my prick, the stretch and heat of sinking into you. No one takes me like you do, Harold.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “More cock and less praise, please and thank you.”
He grunted low and deep, easing his thumb out to replace it with two fingers. “Nope, that is not cock, that is fingers.”
“You never did have any patience,” he whispered as he hooked his fingers to prod my prostate.
I shouted into the pillow as he worked me into a froth before he replaced his fingers with his sweet, stiff dick.
Inch by inch, easing in slowly, pushing through the initial resistance until he was seated inside me like a hand in a glove.
Eyes watering since it had been a few months, I gave his cock a squeeze.
It felt so good, so right, to have him back in me that I closed my eyes to savor every sensation.
“Oh fuck,” he grunted, rolling his hips to make stars explode behind my lids. “It’s been…a long time for me.”
“Give me what you know I want,” I ground out, my back bowed to get my arse even higher for him. With a pat of my buttock, right over that birthmark, he began to rock in and out. Timidly at first. “Do you not know me?”
“Oh, I know you, Harold.” He pulled out and slammed back in, his grip on my hips the only thing keeping my backside in the air. The thrust winded me. I fucking loved it. “Are you okay? Is it too much? I can stop at any—”
“If you stop, I will be highly disgruntled, bordering on peeved,” I gritted out. “More, faster, deeper…”
Rani began moving like a piston in a race car engine.
Hips slapping my arse loudly, he pounded away, holding me up as he drove me over the edge in record time.
Without a hand on my cock, I blew apart.
White-hot release blacking out my thoughts as he drove deep, paused, and filled the condom.
Each pulse of his cock inside me made more spunk fly over the bedding.
I began to melt. Even with him holding onto me, my knees splayed outward.
We sank into the mattress, my belly resting on the wet spot.
I gave zero fucks. Rani stayed buried to the hilt as we eased downward until his cock slipped free. A moan at the loss slipped out of me.
He fell to my side, his hand lingering on my buttock, which he massaged languidly as we slowly came back to earth.
“You wrecked me. My poor hole will never be the same,” I said into the pillow.
“I warned you that your backside would be sore,” he replied, kneading my pale cheek like it was bread dough.
“That you did.” I eased myself onto my side so I could look at him. Such a gorgeous man. Damp curls, cheeks moist with his exertion, chest rising and falling, cock lying soft on a bed of black curls. Mm, I wanted to lick him all over. “Will you stay here for the night?”
“In your bed?” He rolled his head to look at me. I fell all over again. Would that happen every time he gazed my way? I’d have to ask my brothers if this overwhelming emotion was truly love and how to deal with it on a daily basis.
“Yes, in my bed.”
His serene expression soured slightly. Drats. Had I stepped in it? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Harold.”
“Why not? We’re going to be out and about together starting tomorrow.”
He blew out a breath that tickled a wayward curl on his brow. “Are you sure you want to make this new thing public? We’ve not even really arrived at a firm decision if we’ll work out this time.”
“We will.”
He glanced my way with a funny smile. “Always so confident. I wish I had your certainty about things. I’m not so sure we should be so brazen right off the bat.”
He eased off the bed to dispose of the condom then lay back down after tugging the now-stained covers over us. I’d be sure to be somewhere else when the maids arrived in the morning.
“Why are you so scared suddenly? One of the critiques you had about us was that we had to keep our relationship hidden.”
I pulled the covers up to my ear and inched closer to the firepot that was Rani. Ahh, yes, the man was a heater core always set on high.
“I’m not scared. I’m just being practical.
” He moved to his side to face me, the covers tucked under his arm.
“There’s a great deal to consider, Harold.
Attending the festival with me as your date may stir up a hornet’s nest. It will bring a great deal of displeasure from the king.
Remember how upset he was about Anders taking Mitchell to the baptism?
There are lines dealing with discretion and professional distance that may be blurred if we date publicly. ”
“But you’re not working for us, you’re working for Lady Alva.”
“Who’s a member of the royal family of ?stermon. I could be asked to transfer to another position with another employer if we don’t handle things discreetly. Also, and this you must understand, just because we share a bed doesn’t mean I’m wholly ready to return to being something serious.”
“I know, I understand, and I will not rush you, but I will not allow you to be shuttled off to some other job, and neither would Alva. I’m sure of it.”
“You seem so sure of things. I suppose being a prince gives you the right to be so damn certain of any outcome.”
“No, it doesn’t.” He shot me a flat look. “Fine, it helps. There, I said it. But I’ve had to deal with some pretty severe backlash in my life for things that the crown and the church took offense over.” I reached out to play with a damp curl.
“Yes, you got a firm talking to from your father while the staff worked double-time to cover up your indiscretions. Me, on the other hand, could very well be asked to resign from my position, which is a much more dire outcome if the king gets angry.” I frowned. He was right of course.
“Fine, give me time to talk with them. The family, Papa mostly.” He seemed unsure. “He is trying to come to grips with two of his sons being queer. I think if I have Mama, my brothers, and Alva behind me, he’ll be more open to our relationship.”
“I don’t know…”
“Let me try. Trust me to at least try to make us a good thing.”
“We were always a good thing until we weren’t.” He sighed softly. I released the curl to stroke his cheek. “Fine. Talk to the family, and we’ll go from there.”
“Go onto dating if things are kosher?” I cupped his face to keep those stunning eyes on me, also to kiss those tasty lips.
“Perhaps. I think we can say we’re still sexually compatible.”
“Did I light your fire, baby?” I said in my best Austin Powers imitation.
“You’re such a joker,” he replied before I placed my mouth to his. Curled around him, I drifted off with ease—a blessing for sure—coming awake to find the sun warming my face but his side of the bed cold.
That sucked. First thing on the agenda for the day was a big family conference over breakfast. After I found my phone to speak to Alva and my brothers on the sly. Always best to have your allies at your back when facing Papa over coddled eggs and muesli.