Page 58 of Devilish

Kai moaned into the covers, the sound straight out of an erotic film as I palmed his ass cheeks and spread them apart. His legs shook where they were tied open, and as his body slowlyswallowed mine, a shot of pure, unadulterated pleasure raced up my spine.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, Kai…” His body was hot, tight, and the best damn thing I’d ever put my dick inside. And if I didn’t get a handle of myself, it would be over before I even moved. I stilled deep inside him and closed my eyes for a second, thinking that might help, but all that did was direct my attention to everything else.

Kai’s breathing…

Kai’s scent…

That was doing jack shit to calm me down, so I decided to just let go.

I dug my fingers into his hips and pulled out of him one torturous inch at a time. Whom it was more torturous for, I couldn’t say. Not judging by the raw sound ripping out of Kai’s throat.

He was close, and when I surged forward again, driving him up the mattress until he was on his tiptoes, the friction along the underside of his cock, coupled with my deep penetration, had a loud curse ringing in my ears.

What a filthy mouth my sweet boy got when he was on edge.

I went at him like that, in and out, over and over, until the curses and shouts turned to moans and whimpers, and when his voice finally cracked and I bottomed out inside him, I leaned over him and kissed my way up his neck to his ear.

“You asked me once where my favorite place was.”

Kai panted as he turned his head on the covers until he was facing me. His eyes were blissed out, his arousal right there at the edge of the precipice, as I rutted my hips up against his ass.

“This. This is my favorite place I’ve ever been.” I nipped at his lip and then moved up over him to plant my hands over the top of his on the bed. “And you’re going to have a hard time keeping me away now that I’ve found it.”

Kai moaned as I began to pump my hips like a madman. I was crazed at the feel of him, my mind gone at the reality of him. I wanted to equal parts protect and consume him. Free him and keep him. But most of all I wanted to show him just how special he was. How deserving he was of pleasure so all-consuming that you forgot everything but how good you felt.

I trailed my fingers down his side and slipped my hand between the bed and his body, then took hold of his cock and squeezed.

Kai cried out and thrust back onto me as I gave him several rough strokes.

“Come, gorgeous. Let me watch you fly apart.”

Kai shoved back on me as I worked his length, and a second later his body tensed and his cock jerked as he came in a rush all over my hand and the bed. He sighed and collapsed onto the covers, going lax as satisfaction washed over him.

But I wasn’t done yet, and the hot, sticky cum coating my skin was all the incentive I needed. I gently removed my hand and straightened behind him, then I licked his salty seed from my fingers and rode him hard and fast to a toe-curling orgasm of my own.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d blacked out after sex. But as I woke a little later in the main stateroom of the yacht, the only sign I could see that we’d played out all my—and hopefullyhis—fantasies was a naked Kai, who was curled up in my arms, and a lone piece of crimson rope tossed over the edge of the bed.

Dream or reality? I wasn’t sure which right then.

But one thing was for certain as I kissed the top of Kai’s head and let my eyes fall shut: I wasn’t quite ready to wake up just yet.

21

KAI

SOMETIME IN THE early morning hours, the captain moved the yacht into the harbor and docked us in a prime front-row spot near the finish line of the Monaco Grand Prix. Today was the final day, and from our vantage spot, we could see Theo—shit,PrinceTheo—on the winner’s platform with other members of the monarchy, including his brother. While Theo stood off to the side, laughing and joking with those around him, Prince Jean and his wife-to-be sat quietly center stage under the shade, watching the races and waving to those wishing them well from the crowd every now and then.

I peered through the binoculars I’d been given and turned them in the direction of the stage after the rush of cars raced by. Lucien was friends withroyals. It was so surreal. And since they were right there, I couldn’t help but be a little nosy.

“They’re kind of serious, huh?” I said to Lucien, who was stretched out in the lounge chair beside me on the top deck of the yacht.

“Jean and Katerina?”

“Yeah.”

“Engagement is pretty serious from what I’ve heard, yes.” The snark in his voice made me lower the binoculars to scrunch my nose up at him, and he chuckled.

“I just mean they look like they have to be there, not like they want to be.”

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