I press my knee between his legs and rub his crotch, causing him to grunt. His finger brushes against my waistband, teasing before slipping inside, and my breath hitches, feeling the heat cup my balls.
Kingsley still has me in his hand as he leans in to connect our lips. Just before they do, I press my finger to his mouth, turning my head away.
“No kissing,” I whisper. “That’s my only rule.”
With wide eyes, he blinks at me. “That’s a shitty rule.”
“Take it or leave it, Prince.” I run my finger down his moist lips, letting them part before I pull away.
Take it.
A grunt escapes me when he squeezes my balls. “Alright.”
Kingsley pulls my length out and wraps his hand around it, engulfing me in warmth. He rubs up and down, pulling andtugging with determination and force, almost like he’s taking pent-up anger out on me.
As he’s working me, I let my teeth find his neck. I kiss and suck on the skin, biting hard until it’s sensitive and will definitely leave a mark by morning. He tilts his neck to give me more access, still pumping my dick but gentler now.
By no kissing, I meant on the lips. Everywhere else, though? That’s fair game.
I’ve got his skin between my teeth as I unzip his trousers and pull him out. It’s bigger than it felt through his pants, pulsing in my hand, eager for release. The prince is packing; that’s for sure.
We stumble against a shelf and ingredients fall all around us, but it doesn’t stop us. Not even someone walking in on us could get me to stop. I’d have to break their neck afterward, of course, but not until I’m done with Kingsley. My whole body is buzzing, my heart’s doing flips, and honestly, this beats any sex I’ve ever had.
That’s fucking saying something.
Kingsley puts his hand over mine on his length and, still holding me, rubs our cocks together. With the friction and Kingsley’s gasps, my legs wobble, and my body craves more. I take over, stroking us together until we’re a panting, heated mess.
“Fuck, you’re so loud,” I breathe against his ear.
Kingsley struggles to catch his breath. “Do you want me to… quiet down?”
“No.” God, no.
It’s a crime to be quiet when he soundsso good.Imagine how sweet his ragged breaths and moans will sound if I stop holding back. Bloody hell.
I should not be doing this.
Seconds later, my body strains as we reach our peak together. Cum shoots between us, not just on us, but also on the floor. Mydick goes limp in my hand, and I lean against the shelf and catch my breath. Kingsley leans beside me, his hazy eyes fixated on the floor.
A few minutes pass before I break the silence. “This is unsanitary.”
All he does is nod.
“Are you going to call someone to clean up?”
He looks at me. “No, I’m not a douche. I’ll clean before someone sees this.”
He’s got that faraway, monotone sound in his voice again. The complete opposite of the noises he was making moments ago.
“You want help?” I offer.
“Do you actually want to help?”
Not at all. I’ve got to leave before I do something else I’ll regret, because seeing him all spent is making it difficult to clear my head.
“Yeah. I’d be a twat to leave you on your own, wouldn’t I?”
“Yes, you’d be atwat.” He mocks the word “twat” as his eyes twinkle with a hint of amusement. “Because I’m not the only one who made this mess, darling.”
