Page 41 of Beauty Sleep

BRIAR

“Tell me what feels good.”

Prince is crouching between my legs as I sit on the edge of his bed. He tugs my second boot off and sets it aside, then rests his palms on my shins.

“Fuck,” I moan.

Everywhere Prince touches, sparks fly. Even places I didn’t know could be erogenous are quickly turning out to be hotspots under his skilled hands.

“Or you can show me,” Prince teases, glancing pointedly between my legs. “That works, too.”

I know, I know. My toga is barely functional anymore. The stupid costume has ridden up to the tops of my thighs. Without any underwear… there’s just no way to hide what’s poking up under the thin fabric.

I bet he can see my hard-on from underneath.

That thought actually makes the blood rush down south even faster as heat scorches my cheeks.

I fumble with the stupid pin at the shoulder, and then I just grab the damn thing by the hem. “Let me get this?—”

“Whoa,” Prince grabs my wrists as fast as that, pulling my hands away from the toga as he gives me a stern glance. “Youhaven’t given me a lot of ways to undress you tonight. I’ve got to make every piece of clothing count.”

Then, he lets go of my wrists and gives me one solid shove to the chest. I flop back onto his bed with a squeak, my hands flying over my head, but Prince stays right where he is, kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed.

“Oh my God,” I breathe out as his hands slide up the insides of my thighs. I’m squirming underneath his palms, fighting for every breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…!”

I’m pretty sure I know why he’s there now. I can’t stop imagining what it’s going to be like to have his hot mouth around my needy cock. I don’t think I’ll have any problems getting there tonight—in fact, I’m not even sure I’m going to have a refractory period between rounds.

“For example, I take it you like this.” Prince’s touch slows as he rubs down across the backs of my legs and up again. My toga is riding further and further up—and there’s already a wet spot of precum showing against the white fabric.

Fuck. I’m so turned on it hurts.

“Please,” I pant for breath.

“Is that a yes?” Prince stops with his hands on my inner thighs, just short of where I so desperately want his fingers to go. My cock twitches in midair, but he doesn’t budge, waiting for my answer.

“Yes, yes,yes!”

Prince hums with satisfaction. “Good. You like being touched slowly… treasured and teased.”

I drag my hands down my face to cover it, blushing furiously into my palms. Is he going to make me listen to a description of all my turn-ons? I’m pretty sure he is. And given how much I’m burning up… I think I’m going to like it.

“What else do you like?” Prince murmurs. He slowly hooks his thumbs into the hem of the toga, dragging it up acrossmy cock until I’m panting open-mouthed at the soft, teasing sensation.

“Off,” I moan.

Prince laughs, but he tugs it all the way up to my waist in one quick move, and over my head in another.

And I’m naked, splayed across his bed as he sinks back into a crouch between my legs. He gazes past my hard cock and up the length of my body, sizing me up like a prince with his kingdom.

I’m his.

“What else do you want, Beauty?”

I lick my lips nervously, trying to cast my mind back to the last couple of encounters. He already knows how to make me lose my mind with pleasure.

“I… I don’t know yet,” I murmur. “I haven’t found out.”

I peek through my fingers to find Prince gazing up at me thoughtfully. One hand rests on my thigh, the other on my hip, his fingers framing the base of my cock—which twitches hard as soon as I notice that.

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