Page 31 of The Cinderella Prince

A shiver ran down my arms, and I pinned Tristan harder against the glass wall, grabbing his wrists and lifting his arms high above his head, crossing and trapping them there with one hand firmly gripping him while the other lightly feathered the length of his ribcage. He tensed and huffed out that he was ticklish.

I grinned and tickled him.

Tristan wiggled under me and laughed loudly, his biceps swelling with the effort to break free of my hold.

“It’s useless,” I whispered over his lips. “I have you now.”

A moan rose smoothly from his chest and through his perfect, parted lips.

My fingers dragged lightly from his hip to his armpit, the short brush of hair dark and wet, his muscles tensing harder, his body rising in protest until he was on the tips of his toes and still in my hold. The back of his head thumped against the glass as he twisted to escape my gentle touch, teeth clenched and bared, air hissing through them. “Fuck,” he croaked. “Fuck, that’s so…” But he whimpered instead of finishing that sentence. Hot? Devious? Likely, it was both.

He throbbed hard against my leg when I pressed my lips against his. Kissing him was like drinking fresh water from an oasis after a lifetime of wandering through the desert.

Tristan didn’t have a secret agenda. I could smellscheming plots from a mile away, and there were none here. For once, there was a guy who wanted me for the way I was, not for the things given to me by the freak chance of birth. He wanted me now when I was willing to give up my position and live like everyone else lived.

I wrapped my free arm around his waist, holding his wrists tightly trapped with the other, and pulled him closer. To touch his abs with my abs, to feel his chest under mine, to press my hard cock against his lower abdomen and feel his cock pulse against my leg was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Lust had existed in my endless nights for a long, long time, but this was more than lust. I finally knew what the difference was. This was passion.

“You’re such a tease,” Tristan whispered tightly, tension building up in him to the point of spilling.

I realized that my muscles were just as tight, my breathing no longer so controlled, my chest trembling more with each passing second. “I don’t want this to stop,” I said between the kisses. I moved my lips over his defined jawline and to the soft part of his earlobe. “Not ever.” My teeth closed around his ear, and Tristan sucked a shallow breath of air.

“It doesn’t have to,” he exhaled.

I released his wrists, and his arms fell around my shoulders, one hand dragging up the back of my head, fingers running through my wet hair.

His fist closed around the tousled locks and pulled my head back. A vicious look in his eyes had me swooning. “But youhave tofuck me, Cedric, or I’m gonna die,” he said. He was serious, too, his voice never breaking, never bubbling with humor.

For once, I was more than happy to do my duty.

Tristan

For a moment, determination came over his face. A trace of excitement, a spark of mischief, but mostly steel-like firmness and fiery passion. He spun me around effortlessly, overpowering my gym-sculpted muscles, half because I let him and half because he simply could. My torso slammed against the glass, open palms pressing it on either side of my head. I thrust my ass out with the sort of neediness some people would call crude or even slutty, but I didn’t care what it made me look like. I did need him, or I would burn into smoke and ash from the sheer heat that ran through me.

Cedric wrapped his arms around my body, his dick sliding between my cheeks and reminding me that this wasn’t going to be quick and easy. My heart lurched when he kissed the back of my neck, neared my ear, and asked me if I was sure I wanted this. He didn’t have condoms, either, but he was on PrEP, just like me, so I promised that I wanted nothing else. “Just have me,” I whispered, barely capable of controlling my lungs at this point.

His arms tightened around my torso, lips pressing hotly against the very top of my back. While he moved his hips and slid his cock between my cheeks gently, almost like it was some erotic dance, his lips moved lower and lower along my spine. He kissed the muscles left and right of myspine, licking me and exhaling heated breath over me until he dropped onto his knees and buried his perfect, handsome face between my cheeks.

Cedric was perfectly aware of his size and all that it entailed. He was aware of his strength, too, using it in controlled ways to benefit our mutual pleasure. Now, his hands held my cheeks firmly, pulling them apart and letting him drag his tongue over my tight hole. Yet, for all those ravenous gestures, he treated me with the kind of dignity worthy of a prince. Though I was just a kitchen helper at the best, Cedric made me feel worthy of the royal treatment.

When his right hand moved over from my cheek to the front, taking my hard, pulsing cock into a firm grip, I pressed the side of my face harder against the cool glass. Moans dragged from me despite my best efforts to remain quiet. I knew it was unlikely, but it was possible that anyone might walk in at this hour, just like we had.

It gave such a strong sense of naughtiness that I shuddered and moaned a little louder.

His tongue worked me gently at first, speeding up and adding pressure as time went on. I clawed at the glass sheet and pushed my hips back, relaxing for him as he stroked my dick and rimmed me to blinding levels of lust. When his finger moved over my hole, my muscles clenched momentarily, but I relaxed them after a wave of anxiety washed away from me. Breathing out, I focused on the sensations, his finger gently rubbing around my hole, the rest of his fist resting against my taint.

I reached around with my hand, resting it on Cedric’s head, pressing gently to bring him closer. It wasn’t enough.It could never be enough so long as our bodies were separate.

Cedric’s finger slipped inside of me, my toes curling madly, my chest pressing hard against the glass as pleasure splashed through my body.

My hand slipped from his head, although Cedric continued to massage the upper rim of my hole while his finger rested inside of me. And when he pulled his head back, I snatched his wrist and worked my hole with his finger for a few irresistible moments.

Cedric pushed my hand away, working me slower, purring that I was his to toy with, and penetrating me quicker, his thrusts firm and determined. He knew exactly what he was doing, his finger finding the right spot with every other thrust. He intentionally strung the tension, never doing it enough to make me soar but always enough to make me beg for more.

My whimpers and moans stretched out from my throat and nose, legs trembling, chest shuddering, chills passing through my thighs. “Please,” I choked. “Oh, fuck, please, Cedric.”

He understood without the need for more words. His wrist twisted this way and that, loosening me with his spit for lube until I felt near falling apart. Finally, when he judged that I was ready and slick and relaxed enough for him, Cedric let his finger slide gently out of me.

My heart pounded in my throat. Cedric straightened me gently away from the glass and wrapped his left snugly around my upper body, holding my arms pressed to my torso. With his right hand, he spread saliva over his cock, held himself, and let the tip touch the warmth of my hole.By instinct, it clenched tight, relaxing after I managed to inhale a breath of air.

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