Page 32 of Learning to Love

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. It felt wrong doing it without you.”

“My God, you really are a changed man.” I laugh before returning to the matter in hand…the rather large matter in my hand. I lick from the base of Dalton’s cock to the tip and circle around it. I repeat this a few times before covering his length with my mouth. I move up and down his shaft, sucking hard and flicking with my tongue as I go.

“Fuck, this is amazing.” Dalton groans. I look up at him. His eyes are hooded, and his chest is expanding fast.

I pull away for a second.

“Help me set a pace you like.” I take his hand and move it to where my hair is in a pony tail. Dalton wraps his hand around it, and I lower my mouth back onto his dick.

Dalton’s movements are slow at first, a little reserved. He’s possibly worried about what I can take, but gradually, he loses himself in the feeling. I encircle his balls with my free hand and twirl them in my fingers, massaging them, first hard and then more gently. He begins to thrust more quickly, and soon my mouth is sliding up and down his cock at a rapid speed. Spit covers my chin as he hits the back of my throat, and I gag repeatedly. It’s the hottest situation of my life as Dalton fucks my mouth and I let him.

“I’m going to come,” Dalton shouts, his voice deep with lust.

He lets go of my hair, so I can pull away if I want to, but I don’t. I bury him deep in my mouth and swallow every bit of his cum as he spurts, what seems like, endless jets down my throat.

When he’s finished, he withdraws from my mouth. His legs give away, and he falls to the floor as I wipe the remnants of him from my lips.

“Oh God, please don’t do that. I’ll get hard again, and I don’t think I’ll be able to do a yoga class if I come again. I’ll end up falling asleep on the mat.” Dalton pulls his shorts back up to cover himself.

“Sorry, not sorry.” I lean over to where he’s still lying on the floor and kiss him.

“You recover. I’ll prepare for the lesson, and maybe we can find some privacy later to do that again.”

I get to my feet and step over Dalton. He grabs my ankle.

“Thank you. Not just for the blow job, but for bringing me to life.”

I smile down at him.

“Anytime. The feeling’s mutual.”

Eighteen

Dalton

“Seriously, I thought I was supposed to be exiled and in hiding. Now I have to make friends with local dignitaries because my father has a bee in his bonnet over something.” I throw the requisition from my father down in front of Hinchbootie. We’re in the living room together going over state duties. Elodie is sitting in the corner of the room, reading. I would much rather be alone somewhere with her, preferably with her lips wrapped around my cock. “I’m not a performing puppet.”

“No, you’re a performing prince, and your father wants to capitalize on the sudden fame you have here,” the personal secretary reminds me.

“He’s being a jerk as usual. He doesn’t even want me to date Elodie.”

“Unfortunately for you, he’s King Jerk. I’ve replied to say you’ll attend.”

“Can I pout and throw my toys out of the pram like a baby, so I won’t have to go?” I sulk at Hinchbootie

“No, it’s unbecoming,” he replies with absolutely no hint of humor.

“I’d like to see it, though.” Elodie giggles our way.

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you. If I have to attend this thing, then you’ll be accompanying me.” I smirk at Elodie before looking pointedly at Hinchbootie.

She isn’t actually on the invitation to the black-tie event, but I’m not going anywhere without her. I want to prove to my father this is a serious relationship.

“Sorry, no fancy dress to wear. I’ll have to decline,” Elodie retorts back.

I look at Hinchbootie with menace on my face. He puts his head in his hands and shakes it.

“What?” Elodie places the book down and comes over to us.

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