23 #4
Vawn lets out a ragged groan of pleasure as I choke myself on him.
I slide him out, wet and pink, and I bathe his sensitive skin with my tongue.
In some sense, I’m cleansing him of everyone else who wanted him before me.
They may have craved him, but they didn’t cherish him.
They played with him, but they didn’t protect him.
I’m here now, with my tongue lapping the tiny opening of his cock, then tracing the slight groove beneath the bulging head. I’m here to warm every part of him, including this one.
Gasping, he props himself on his elbows to watch what I’m doing. “Fuck, you’re exquisite,” he groans. “So many times, I dreamed of you putting your mouth on me like this. I knew it would happen eventually—”
I look up at him, and he shuts his mouth quickly.
Grasping the base of his cock with one hand, I dip him into the wet tunnel of my lips and mouth, finding the perfect rhythm, a stimulation so rapid and relentless that he voices a chain of absolutely pathetic moans.
I pause once to look at him again, right in the eyes. “Come in my mouth, your Highness.”
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, and as soon as I resume my rhythmic bobbing, I feel him throb and release. Thick jets of his cum coat the inside of my mouth, and I swallow carefully, making sure every bit makes it down my throat.
He whines when I pull my mouth off him, so I comfort his length with my hand until it softens. Gently I put him back inside his undershorts, and I button his pants again while he lies there, dazed from pleasure.
“You seem overcome,” I tell him dryly. “Don’t pretend you haven’t had dozens of mouths on you before.”
“No one ever did it quite like that,” Vawn says breathlessly. “It was fucking perfect.”
A smile overtakes my face before I can even try to restrain it. Vawn smiles and reaches for me, pulling my face within kissing distance again. I shift forward astride him and realize, with a sudden throb of arousal, that my center is pressed to the ridge of his belt.
He notices when I go still, and he gives me a look of diabolical delight. “Do it, Syth,” he croons. “Press that little cunt against me. Give yourself what you need.”
He reaches down between us and cups me through the laces of my pants. I quiver at the touch, titillated even through the layers of my clothing.
Vawn rubs me, flexing gloved fingers over my pussy, and I arch into the friction with a faint moan.
I don’t like to show this side of me—the part that needs so deeply.
I don’t like to appear anything less than strong and capable.
And yet… with him… I can be a little wild.
I can roll my hips and stroke my center against him like an animal in heat, because I know he won’t respect me any less for it.
With him, I can be soft and needy or viciously protective. I can be all the phases of myself.
Pain flickers through my side, and I move Vawn’s hands to my ass. “Help me a little.”
He obliges eagerly, helping me move against his belt buckle for the pressure I need, murmuring soft encouragement.
“Yes, sweetheart, yes. Harder, faster, you’re almost there.
Fuck, your ass cheeks are perfect. Strong, round, luscious, like a pair of sweet little cakes I’d love to taste.
Will you let me bite these pretty cheeks sometime, lovely? Just a pinch, right here.”
He squeezes me through my pants, and I grind harder with a shaking moan. The pleasure bursts through my clit, spreading outward, thrilling me to the core. I keep moving on him until I’ve soaked up every last flutter of bliss.
I relax against his body, my cheek pressed to his cloaked chest, and he keeps both gloved hands on my ass.
“We’ll fly back in the morning,” he murmurs. “You won’t leave me again.”
“Never. Unless it’s a temporary absence and we both agree to it.”
He lets out a swift exhale of relief. “You’re the first person to ever promise me that.”
“I probably shouldn’t,” I say. “Fate might still try to separate us. Let’s hope your betrothed partners have a soft spot in their hearts for forbidden love. If anyone can understand the concept, it should be them.”
Vawn shivers. “I don’t think what they have is love, not even in its most twisted form. It’s co-dependent misery, a serpent that feeds on itself. I don’t think we ever want to know what happened in that family to birth such a perverted pair.”
“The girl won’t give you up easily,” I tell him.
“She’s unhinged. Half of her is desperate to escape her life, and the other half pretends that she’s perfectly happy in her rotting treasure trove.
But I think the desperate part is screaming loudly right now, and she views you as her last chance. Her way out.”
“Her brother is very interested in me as well.” Vawn clears his throat. “He made that abundantly clear. And there’s the contract to consider.”
“Who will enforce it, really? The Twins don’t have the power to do so.”
“I gave my word, and I’d like that to mean something.” He rubs his forehead and groans. “All we can do is appeal to them and see if we can work something out. Maybe an addendum of sorts. If not… we may have to run. Would you do that, Syth my darling? Would you run away with me?”
“I suppose I’d have to.” I snuggle against him, patting his chest. “You wouldn’t get very far without me… since I’m the one linked to the magic carpet.”