Something like satisfaction glowed warm in his chest, and he intensified his efforts, taking Vasily as far down as he could manage without choking.
Vasily cried out, “Bryn!” in warning, right before his cock thickened and pulsed, and Mother found himself swallowing hastily as his mouth was flooded with warm liquid.
It shouldn’t have made his own cock throb like it did, but Mother couldn’t deny that the sight of Vasily with his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, and cheeks flushed with pleasure, was enough to bring him right to the edge.
“Gods,” Vasily gasped out, his chest heaving, and then he was clutching at Mother’s shoulders, pulling him to his feet and shoving him onto the bed. Mother landed on his back and Vasily scrambled to kneel between his legs. Before Mother had a chance to ask what he was doing, he found his cock surrounded by intoxicating wet heat, andhewas the one letting out whimpers and groans as Vasily sucked and slurped and licked with no finesse at all.
Not that it mattered. Just the sight of Vasily, his lips stretched wide around Mother’s cock, his golden locks tumbling over his shoulders, had Mother’s blood thundering through his veins, his cock throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat. And when Vasily flicked his tongue over Mother’s slit, wet and warm and teasing, Mother was lost in a wave of unrivalled pleasure. He arched his back as he reached his peak, his fingertips digging into the meat of Vasily’s shoulders to stop himself from flying away while he shook and panted his way through his release, groaning with the intensity of it.
Vasily eased off Mother’s softening cock, reaching up and splaying one hand over Mother’s stomach and resting his head on his thigh, and they stayed just like that for a few minutes while they both recovered. Mother’s bones had turned to water, and he didn’t think he could move even if he’d wanted to—not that he did.
He did manage to reach down and run his fingers through Vasily’s hair, though, and Vasily hummed with pleasure, his breath warm against the skin of Mother’s thigh. Mother continued to play with the long strands of hair, running them through his fingers. A deep sense of satisfaction settled over him, and a smile crept onto his face as he wondered what Vasily would want to try next. There were so many things they hadn’t done, and Mother had no doubt they’d get to all of them, but there was no rush. His smile widened.
He had a lover.
ChapterTen
“Do you think they’ll be long?” Vasily leaned over the railing and squinted to see if he could spot Leo and Felix yet. The royal couple had taken the horses out over two hours ago for a late afternoon ride. Thomas had followed at a distance, so Vasily wasn’t worried for their safety, but the sun was hanging low in the sky. Soon enough the horizon would be streaked with pink as evening closed in, and he’d hoped to go for a walk with Mother along the water’s edge so they could watch the sun sink into the ocean together.
Unfortunately, wanting to watch the sunset with his lover was hardly a good enough reason to abandon his post, and there was no way he was leaving the care of Blackbird and Shadow to someone else.
Still, it would have been a nice evening. He enjoyed Mother’s company, and looked forward to the time they spent talking and laughing when they rode the horses or took walks together.
Mother, who was leaning next to him, nudged him with his elbow. “They won’t be far off, and I’ll help you get the horses bedded down.” He gave Vasily a crooked smile. “We might miss the sunset, but we can still go for a pint after dinner. And afterwards, you can come over to mine.”
That did sound nice. “So you’re saying you’re going to get me tipsy and take advantage of me?” he teased.
Mother raised an eyebrow. “If you’re lucky, lad.”
Vasily laughed, because the idea of Mother taking advantage of anyone was, well. Laughable. They’d only been courting for a few weeks, and the evenings they spent together didn’t always end in spooning, but when they did, Vasily already knew that Mother would always, always check with Vasily when it came to trying new things in the bedroom. If anything, it was Vasily who pushed for more. But really, he reasoned, who could blame him when Mother was so very good at bedding him?
They’d ventured as far as kissing and touching, rubbing each other off, and sucking each other’s cocks—Mother had turned out to be particularly talented in that regard. Sometimes, one of them would slip a finger that was slick with the special oil Mother had procured—the one that made everything ten times slipperier and a thousand times better—across the other’s arsehole, simply because it felt incredible.
The noises Mother made were particularly intoxicating.
But generally, they were taking things slow. What theyhaddone, though, had turned Vasily’s world on its head. He was finding it increasingly difficult to think about anything except Mother’s hands gripping his thighs as he sucked him down, Mother’s mouth on his, and Mother’s long, clever fingers wrapped around his cock.
Heat stirred low in his gut, and he let out a long sigh and forced himself to think of something else. The last thing he wanted was to try and groom a horse with a stiff cock in his trousers.
Mother rested a hand on his shoulder and nodded towards the horizon. “There you are, see? They’re on the way back. We might make that walk after all.”
Sure enough, three figures on horseback were trotting towards them. Vasily ducked into the stable, checked the feed troughs were full, and set out the brushes for both horses. The clatter of hooves let him know that the king and the prince consort had arrived, and he darted out, ready to take the reins.
Wearing a lazy smile, Leo slid from his mount first. Judging by his loose-limbed movements, Vasily suspected they’d stopped at the grove. His suspicions were confirmed when Felix dismounted and Vasily caught sight of fresh grass stains on the back of his shirt.
He flushed at the thought of two grown men fucking out in the open where anyone could see. It made butterflies swoop in his stomach, and he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or excitement.
He wondered what Thomas did with himself while Leopold and Felix frolicked, before deciding that he would never, ever ask.
He reached out for Blackbird’s reins and Mother reached for Shadow, but Felix shook his head. “Why don’t you take Thomas’s mount, Mother? I’ll help Vasily.” Mother hesitated, but Felix was the prince consort after all, so Mother walked over to where Thomas had dismounted and led his horse over to the general stables.
“Are you sure, Flick?” King Leo leaned back against the railing, his arms folded over his chest. “Vasily is perfectly capable of doing his job, you know.”
“I’m sure he’ll be grateful for the help, and I miss grooming the horses,” Felix said. “You don’t have to wait.”
“I’ll walk you up to the castle, sire.” Thomas stepped forward.
“Yes, go up to the castle, love. I’ll be there soon,” Felix said before turning his back on the king and leading Shadow into the stables without so much as a backward glance.
