Page 3 of The Queen's Knights

I turn my head to face Percy, who still leans over my chair, gently cupping my breasts and pinching and rolling my nipples between thumbs and forefingers.

“My knight would do the honors, wouldn’t you, Percival?”

Percy meets my gaze, studying me for a moment. If I could see his eyebrows, I imagine they’d be raised in surprise. We don’t typically discuss our scenes after the fact, but when he was assigned as my bodyguard and assistant at the start of the year, the owner of Whitewood also provided me with a copy of his file.

He knows I know every detail about his sexual preferences. That he identifies as demisexual, someone who is only sexually aroused around partners they form an emotional bond with, but that he’s also quite open to sex with any gender if the circumstances are right. And I remember another word in his file:compersive, which I admit I had to look up after reading it. It means he gains joy and arousal from seeing someone he cares about experience the same. We’ve never been intimate until tonight, but we’ve spent every waking hour together since I began this adventure. He moved into my guest room the first night and has been my shadow ever since. I hope it’s worth the risk, but his silence makes me uncertain.

“If it’s too much to ask…” I begin, and he shakes his head.

“Anything for you, my queen,” he says, giving me a smile that assures me I haven’t overstepped. “Provided your subject consents.”

“Do you consent to allowing Percival to suck your cock?” I ask the man between my thighs.

He lowers to his headrest until all I feel are his even breaths cooling my hot, moist flesh. His cock still stands erect and weeping fluid from the tip, so the idea hasn’t turned him off, but his silence stretches almost too long for comfort.

After a tense moment, he finally takes a breath and answers.

ChapterThree

Lance

The only way to describe what I’m experiencing is sensory overload. My queen’s pussy is still spread and glisteningrightabove my face. Her clit is a swollen nub, the sensitive pink tip visible beneath its silken hood. I think this might be the first time I’ve ever seen a woman’s pussy from this angle. It’s a perfect pussy too, and studying it is certainly easier than the offer she just made me.

My cock doesn’t seem to be the least bit shy about it, though, so I admit I have to sit with that realization for a minute before I answer. But I’ve wanted this woman since I set eyes on her at the start of the semester at Columbia. I struck fucking gold when I discovered she was a member ofthemost exclusive sex club in the state of New York—so exclusive I shouldn’t even be here, but discovering a discarded invitation and sleuthing to find out what kind of party it was for was worth it, and even if I get caught and kicked out, it’ll be a small price to pay for this moment of heaven.

But is getting my dick sucked by another man a price for being here? Or is it a bonus?

I know him too; the big blond guy is like her shadow. He goes wherever she goes on campus, and there’s a pretty prevalent rumor among the other students that they’re fucking. So it really wasn’t a surprise at all that he’d also be her assistant here, even though his role is still not exactly clear. He’s fully clothed, and I got the sense from her offer that touching her isn’t something he usually does.

I don’t believe either of them have recognized me, though. I don’t sit in front of the lecture hall where Dr. Brennan teaches her Introduction to Women’s and Gender Studies course. I sit near the back, usually next to one of the three other men who signed up for her class, and she pretty muchneverlooks our way. The women in class all occupy the discussion well enough that I can just sit back and listen, and occasionally get annoyed at the one guy who likes to pipe up with some mansplainy nonsense every so often.

The mask I have on tonight helps, of course. I got fucking lucky sneaking in on what’s apparently the Whitewood Club’s monthly Masquerade Night, and managed to find a discarded mask within the rear stairwell. It smelled like coconut, but otherwise looked clean enough to serve my purposes.

And now here I am, marveling at the juiciest snatch I’ve ever seen, one I’ve fantasized about for months now, and only half-aware of the words already spilling from my lips.

“Only if you promise to let me make you come before I do.”

What. The. Fuck. Did I just agree to let another man suck my dick?

I involuntarily clench my ass when he nudges my knees gently with the backs of his hands. The tension in my body must be obvious, because I hear her throaty chuckle above me.

“Relax. I don’tthinkPercy will bite unless you ask him to.”

I take a shuddering breath and peer down at him, which is a challenge, since I can’t lift my head without sliding out from under her, and I’m not about to give up the best seat in the house just to get a better view of what he’s up to.

Percy meets my gaze and offers the slightest smile, shaking his head. “I know what I’m doing. You don’t have to worry.”

I reluctantly part my knees and he settles between them, sitting back on his haunches, still fully dressed. He holds my gaze while he reaches back to pull his shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and secures it with an elastic from his wrist. The man isprepared.

A nervous laugh escapes me. “I guess I’m just worried I’m going to like it.”

God, what an idiotic thing to say. I’m not a homophobe; I’ve just never thought about menthat way. I focus on the reason I’m here again, because I’ll be damned if I let myself get too distracted to follow through on my promise.

But not before he says in a low voice, “Would that be so bad?”

He rests both big, warm hands on my knees and gently slides them down my inner thighs, spreading my legs. I start tonguing the queen’s snatch in earnest, gratified by the moan she lets out, but startled by a deeper moan coming from Percy when he takes my cock in hand and licks me from root to tip.

Time seems to slow in the next few moments, because I’m suddenly acutely aware of how little control I have overanything. That one lick was like a fuse being lit, and it’s far shorter than I expected it to be.

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