“Fuck,” King groans as he reaches for his aching cock. I smack it away.
My eyes harden. “We’ve been over this.”
His hand falls in a pained, reluctant way. “I know.”
I collapse beside him, drawing him close, and press my lips to his neck. I run my tongue over his neck, the piercing gliding against his skin, and then I nibble on it. He shivers, and I reach for his length, my finger tracing the smooth head, slick with pre-cum.
The dual sensations erupt a soft moan from Kingsley, and it sends a shiver down my spine. It’s so sweet and vulnerable, a tenderness he only reveals in private. I could listen to the prince all day.
“You sound beautiful,” I mutter against his neck. “I wonder how amazing you will sound with my dick inside of you. Have you ever handled a pierced cock, King?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “This is the first.”
If Kingsley were the first man I had ever been with, maybe I’d be feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. I’ve denied myself for a long time, but he’s not the first. I spent a lot of my earlier years learning what a Prince Albert and some tricks can do to a man.
My thumb brushes behind his ear.I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.
Kingsley’s eyes glisten as he witnesses me take him into my mouth. My lips enclose him, my tongue exploring with a swirl before sucking hard on his shaft. He grabs my hair, pulling it as he lies with his legs spread, open and inviting, offering complete access. The sight is perfect.
While he’s distracted by the bobbing of my head, my fingers search between his legs for his hole. I lightly brush against it before sliding a finger into his tight asshole, fingers still slick from his pre-cum, and the warmth and resistance of himsurrounds me. His audible gasp, a sound that is more purr than plea, spurs me to insert another finger.
My fingers move rhythmically inside him as I simultaneously suck the cum out of his length, his legs twitching beside me. He’s so fucking loud I’m worried one of his sisters sleeping next door will hear him. Still, that doesn’t make me let up.
“H-hey, I’m…” he struggles, his face contorted.
With a soft pop, I pull away from him, my finger then finding and covering his tip. I don’t still the scissoring of my fingers, but I slow. “Not yet.”
Then, I quicken my pace, my fingers working intensely within him until his eyes glaze over as he lies before me. He’s whining now, and the sound only makes my rock-hard dick even harder.
Shit. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. Ineedto be inside him.
I take my finger off the tip of his dick, and a second later, he’s coming all over his chest and mine. When he gasps, I cover his mouth.
“You don’t want your sisters to hear, do you?”
When I remove my hand, he’s scowling. “You’re an asshole.”
“I mean… I’ll be in your arsehole,” I joke lamely.
He stares, eyes dull. “Stop making jokes and fuck me already.”
Prince asks, Prince shall receive.
When I withdraw my fingers from his anus, his tense muscles ease. I don’t give him much time before I’m turning him onto his stomach, adjusting myself, and lining up my tip with his puckered hole.
I’ve barely pushed against him when he groans. “Fuck, Rip. That hurts like hell.”
I freeze. My cock is so eager to be inside him, I forgot the lube. And a rubber.
Like he can read my mind, he points to the dresser. From the top drawer, I quickly snag the lube and rubber. After slipping it on, I impatiently rub myself, coating my dick and his hole with a generous amount of lube.
Repositioning myself, I squeeze his bare cheeks. That is all the warning I give before I slide into him, the heat of his skin pressing tightly around me like a perfect fit. I groan. I don’t push gently as I enter him, feeling his slight pushback, but knowing from before that the prince doesn’t like it soft. Still, I won’t risk my intuition being wrong.
“Are you alright?” I ask, strained.
Kingsley doesn’t respond right away. I wait, and a few seconds later, he speaks into the pillow. “I’m good.”
“You handling it?” I tease with a smirk.
