15. Alejandro
ALEJANDRO
THE RULES WERE set, the time for talking was done, and Gabriel’s body was now mine for the night.
And God, what a fucking body. I’d been right to make him strip for me, because getting that view with the moon lighting him up as if by a spotlight had me reaching for my dick.
I knew with that cocky mouth he had to be packing something serious, and once he’d shoved his pants down, I realized Gabriel didn’t disappoint—he exceeded expectations.
Damn.
He’d asked if he was devastating, and the answer was an undeniable yes.
As much as I didn’t like him, Gabriel really was one of the sexiest men I’d ever laid eyes on.
When I first met him, I couldn’t see past the similarities with Nicholas, but now it was hard to remember they were even twins.
One was so buttoned up, so serious, rarely cracked a smile, while this smirking handful in front of me couldn’t be more opposite.
Half the time I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to smack that smirk off or kiss him senseless.
Standing there naked, already hard and his cock long and thick and begging for a hot hole, it was all I could do to stay right where I was. I didn’t want to seem overeager tonight, so I’d made up some bullshit about rules to give my dick time to calm the hell down.
And then, finally, I captured that smartassed mouth that infuriated me constantly, licking inside as heat ran through my veins. I wound my arms around his neck; Gabriel’s were around my waist, and we devoured each other without anything or anyone to hold us back this time.
Our hands were everywhere, touching, stroking, squeezing. I didn’t know how we managed to get out of the pool and into my room without our mouths ever parting, but one minute we were waist deep and the next we were dripping water onto the floor in front of my bed.
His dick was insistent, rubbing up against mine and driving me out of my mind. I ripped my mouth free and gripped his chin between my thumb and forefinger.
“You said you like foreplay, Your Highness,” I said. “Prove it.”
Gabriel’s blue eyes darkened. “You’ve been dying to see me on my knees, admit it.”
“More like I’ve been wanting you to choke on my cock.”
“There you go, tempting me with a good time.” He reached between us and wrapped his fingers around me, giving me a squeeze that made me lose my breath. Just when I thought he’d drop down to his knees, he leaned in, bit down on my lower lip, and then moved up onto the bed.
It was so unexpected that I could only stare, watching as he made himself at home on my mattress, lying on his back, making a mess of my sheets already, his body glistening under the candlelight.
He pushed up on his elbows and crooked a finger at me, and when our eyes locked, I knew exactly what he wanted.
I moved onto the bed, crawling up his beautiful body and stopping only when I noticed a bead of cum at the head of his dick. I leaned down and licked it, and Gabriel groaned. His flavor exploded on my tongue, and for a moment I forgot what I was doing when all I wanted was to get my mouth on him.
“Uh uh,” Gabriel said, reaching down to lift my chin to look at him. “It’s my turn. Sit on my face, Your Highness.”
“Fucking gladly.”
He lay back down, reached behind his head, and threw the pillow off the bed.
I moved in closer, grabbing hold of the base of my erection and staying on my knees until he licked his full lips and pulled me down onto him.
He batted my hand away, wanting full control.
That wasn’t something I ever gave, but he was already sucking on the head of my dick which sent all my objections flying right out of my head.
I braced my hands on the headboard and sank down on top of him, and Gabriel’s mouth opened wide to take me, wrapping around my rock-hard length like he was a starving man and I was his next meal.
I lifted up, starting to slide out of his mouth, but his hands clamped down on my ass, stopping me.
Ah. Gabriel wanted it all, and he wanted it rough. He was in a vulnerable position, giving me the upper hand here, and though part of me wanted to take advantage and tease him by refusing to give him what he was dying for, I wanted to give him the face fucking he was begging for instead.
I didn’t take it easy on him, riding his face, my knuckles whitening on the headboard as I struggled to keep them there.
It felt too good, and I didn’t think it could get any better—until Gabriel tapped my thigh and I lifted off him.
His voice was a little hoarse, but there was a hungry spark in his eyes when he said, “Fucking delicious appetizer, but I’m ready for the main course.”
His fingers trailed over my ass to run down between my cheeks, and in my lust-addled haze it took me longer than it should’ve to realize he didn’t mean fucking—yet.
“I told you,” he said, the pad of his finger pressed against my entrance, “I want you to sit. On. My. Face.”
Naughty, naughty man… I knew we’d be a good match.
I shifted slightly, allowing him to guide me over his face.
When he slowly pulled me down and his tongue flicked over the underside of my balls, my entire body trembled.
And when he parted my cheeks and finally flattened his tongue over my eager hole, it was like a bolt of electricity zapped through me.
My fingers curled painfully over the headboard; my hips jerked. But Gabriel held my body flush to his as his tongue began to lick and tease me relentlessly.
When his fingers joined in, I thought I’d die.
First one, then another, and when a third finally entered, I couldn’t help my shout of pleasure.
I clamped a hand around the base of my throbbing dick to stave off my orgasm.
But his fingertips were like a fucking missile locked on target, finding and massaging my prostate in a way that had my eyes rolling to the back of my fucking head.
Jesus. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it through this, wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold off my climax as he destroyed every single ounce of control I had, until I was shaking over the top of him and begging him to fuck me.
Sí, begging.
Gabriel withdrew his fingers slowly, then nipped at the soft flesh where my ass met the top of my thigh—and before I could think twice, he was moving.
He arched up off the bed, smoothing his hands up my spine and tumbling me until I was flat on my back and he was over the top of me, grinning like the smug bastard he was.
I, meanwhile, was trying to remember how to speak.
“Fuck you, huh?” He ducked his head and pressed a kiss to my heaving chest. “Get something bigger inside you?” Gabriel moved up to his knees and took hold of his dick. “You mean something like this?”
Fuck yes, that was exactly what I meant. So when he started to move to the edge of the bed like he was leaving, I rushed out, “Yes.”
Gabriel climbed off anyway, then strutted over to where his pants lay and fished out a condom. “Good. Because that’s what you’re about to get—all fucking night.”
Arrogant ass. But damn if he didn’t have reason to be.
Even standing there rolling on a condom he was sexier than any man I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t have stopped myself from wrapping a hand around my dick for all the money in the world.
“Looking a little on edge there, Your Highness.”
I spread my pre-cum down my length, stroking up and down as he came back to the end of the bed. “So get back up here and service me.”
Gabriel chuckled, the sound so sexy it should be bottled and sent out as an aphrodisiac to those unfortunate souls who had no game. Because that laugh was designed to melt hearts and clothing.
“Not so fast,” he said, then his eyes shifted to my clothing valet, where my outfit was laid out for tomorrow. “I’m missing something.”
Was he mad? I was right here, he was there, his dick was covered, what else could he possibly—
“Yes, this is what’s missing.” Gabriel drew my favored crimson sash off my valet and through his fingers and turned back to me. “The only question now is…how to use it.”
I clamped my hand around my cock and froze as he tilted his head and studied my naked body.
“Legs? Hands? Cock? Eyes?” He placed a knee on the bed. “Decisions, decisions, decisions.”
“I know what I’d like to do with it,” I said.
Gabriel paused. “Be nice…”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“True. Okay, what would you do?” He batted my hand off my dick, and when I parted my legs, he moved between them.
“I’d gag you with it.”
“But I have such a talented mouth.”
He did. But he was talking way too much, when what I really wanted was…
“Hey, what are you doing?” I said as Gabriel grabbed both my hands then rose over me, catching me completely off guard when he pinned my wrists to the mattress above my head.
“Is it not obvious?”
I glared up at him as he wound the sash around my wrists and then tied it to one of the wooden rungs of the headboard.
“I’m securing your hands.”
I tested the bonds, and sure enough, I was restrained.
“Wouldn’t want the kitten’s claws to come out.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” Gabriel moved back to his knees and looked down at my erect cock. “You don’t seem to hate it.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I think”—he ran a finger down my treasure trail—“you don’t like what it implies. But don’t worry. When I say kitten”—my traitorous dick jerked—“I don’t mean cute. I mean hissy and likely to scratch my face off. A spicy kitten.”
He wasn’t wrong. If my hands were free right now, I’d—
“See, it’s that face right there.” Gabriel hooked a hand under each of my knees and lifted them. “Like you want to murder me.”
“I do want to do that,” I gritted out, but he was completely unbothered as he folded my legs up and pushed them toward my chest, opening me up to him.
Then he winked. “Maybe after.”
I was about to tell him to go to hell when I felt the wide head of his dick at my hole, and all thought other than feeling him inside me took over.
One thing I would give him—he didn’t make me wait.
Gabriel tunneled inside of me with a powerful move that had me shouting his name. The devilish grin that appeared at the sound made me instantly regret my weakness, but there was no denying what he was packing.
I was no stranger to a good fucking, but he was filling and stretching me to even my limits. Of course he had a dick that matched his giant ego, and of course he knew how to use it.
It would have been infuriating if—“Ahh, fuck”—it didn’t feel so damn good.
Gabriel pushed my legs tighter to my chest and rolled his hips forward again, zeroing in and nailing my prostate.
I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering if it would help my control if I blocked out his gorgeous face. But somehow that just made it worse. It brought all my other senses into high definition.
Touch: his strong hands holding me exactly where he wanted me and his thick cock destroying my body, one forceful thrust after another.
Taste: the salt from the water of the pool and sweat, as I licked my lips and bit into them to hold back my groans—which was becoming more and more difficult.
And smell: my room smelled like sex. Hot, sweaty, man-on-man fucking that mixed with the sweet scent of the bougainvillea and Gabriel’s cologne. It was a combination I’d be fantasizing about for many nights after.
Gabriel’s hand wrapping around me had my eyes flicking open and locking in on his taut expression as he stared down at my flushed cock.
It was making a mess out of both my stomach and his hand as he continued moving inside me, and when he added a well-timed squeeze and stroke, I thought I might lose my damn mind.
“Gabriel…” I said, tugging at my restraints.
His smile told me he was struggling as much as I was to keep it together. But also that he was enjoying every second of my torture.
“Yes, kitten?” he said, and my dick lurched in his hand. “Ah, yes. There’s no lying now, is there, Your Highness? Not when you’re at my mercy.”
“So that’s what this was all about?” I panted. “Proving a point?”
“God no.” Gabriel pulled slowly out of me, then drilled back inside with so much force he shoved me up the bed. “This was about getting my dick inside you, and I gotta say…it was worth every second of hell you put me through to get here.”
There wasn’t much talking after that, as Gabriel set about taking over my mind and body until I was groaning, threatening, and finally begging for him to let me come—and he did.
His cock lodged deep as his hand clamped around me, until, with a final pull of my shaft, I came in a torrent of hot white cum, spraying it over my stomach and chest as Gabriel looked on like a greedy voyeur.
He released my cock as my climax finally subsided, and pulled out of me. Then he rolled the condom down, grabbed hold of his own dick, and began to frantically work himself.
My legs fell slack on the bed, my cock flaccid against my sticky skin, as Gabriel placed a hand on my thigh and parted my legs, making sure he could see every part of me he just destroyed.
“So fucking sexy,” he muttered, his eyes roving over the dark smattering of hair on my chest. “Such a tight little hole.”
His bicep flexed with each pull as I stared up at him, my arms still restrained over my head. “Don’t think you’re getting access every time,” I said.
Gabriel’s eyes flared, but his hand didn’t slow. In fact, his strokes got faster.
“Next time, your ass is mine.”
That was all it took, the promise of my possession—the threat of me taking him next time, just as hard, just as rough as he’d taken me—and Gabriel came like a geyser all over my stomach, his cum hot and thick as it mixed with mine to make a mess of my treasure trail.
Never had anything been hotter, sex with the prince dirtier than the best martini on a hot Solterran day.
And not that I’d ever admit it, but for the moment, this kitten was purrfectly content.