Page 21 of Coral Prince Conundrum
He’s still frozen in shock, so I kiss his jawline. “Daryl, I can stop. You can say no.”
“No!” he yelps. The fear must be in my eyes, because he shakes his head quickly and smiles. “I mean, not no, likenono. I meant no as in…like, I meant…” He waves his right hand around, and I grin. “I mean, yes, I’m just shocked.”
“I apologize,” I say, moving back. “I did not mean to, as they say, overstep?”
“I just thought since you’re like a p-p-prince.” He stammers and looks away. “I assumed you had a princess waiting for you. Or that I wouldn’t have a shot with you. Or that I couldn’t have a shot with you. Not that I don’t want to have a shot with you. Clearly you could have a shot with anyone, so why would you want me to have a shot with you? I’m saying that a lot, ‘shot with you.’ Why…why am I saying that?” He wipes his hands on his lap and lets out a forced chuckle.
I smile and take his hand in mine. “I want all the shots with you, Daryl.”
“But…” He swallows and looks away. “At the risk of ruining a good thing, why would a prince want a barista?”
I grin and move forward so my thigh is touching his. “In this hotel, we are both equals. More importantly, I find youvery desirable. And I want to have some fun with you.” I place his hand on my bare clavicle, then bring it down to my upper chest. His jaw drops and his eyebrows rise; my effect on him is extremely flattering. Meanwhile, my cock is on the rise below. “Do you want some fun with me?”
He says nothing, and disappointment swells in my heart. I put my hands down, but noticeably, he doesn’t move. I try to stand up to allow him to leave, but he gently pushes down on my chest, keeping me in place. “Daryl? What?—”
In the next moment, both of his hands move up to my neck. He pulls me in with force and crashes his beautiful mouth on mine.
I realize it has been some time since I have been intimate, but that does not mean this boy isn’t special. I could have kissed one hundred other men in the days leading up to now, but Daryl would still be the one I want in bed.
And I have him.Finally.
With our lips fused, we fumble on the bed. I lie back, and he covers his body with mine. He kisses me in a voracious manner, like he’s a dying man, and I am more than content to be his last meal. His hands don’t stop moving, up to my head and down to my chest. His moan resonates from his chest into my very soul.
As my heart pounds in glorious anticipation, I revel in this moment. His mouth opens as we kiss, giving that delicious massaging pressure, allowing our tongues to enter play.Daryl tastes so sweet.
As our tongues tangle, my hands act on instinct, pulling at his various layers of fabric. He seems to understand my goal and gets up to remove his clothes on his own. I quickly work to pull down my waistcloth, revealing my black undergarments. When I look up, a shirtless Daryl —ocean gods help me—is frozen whilehis denim is pulled below his knees. He looks decadent in only his red plaid boxer shorts, but he is reluctant to kick off his pants.
I do not appreciate his hesitancy. “What is the matter?”
He gulps and crosses his arms. “You’re, um…I’m…I’m not b-buff like you…”
I smile and lean close to him. I put my forehead near his and uncross his arms. “I never want you to feel insecure.” I gently kiss him, and his arms relax. “But I do want you. Your body is magnificent. It is everything to me right now.”
I bring his hands to my ass, and he cautiously teases his fingers under the waistband of my undergarments. This seems to fix the problem as our kisses ramp up again. I grind into him, needing more pressure, and my erection meets his through the fabric. In a blur, I pull off and we both ditch the rest of our clothes, and I shuck off the comforter.
I lie on the bed, propped up by a pillow against the wall, and then grin and stroke myself. Daryl is sinfully beautiful as he crawls toward me, naked. His erection, protruding from dark curly hair, bobs as he gets closer. When his body covers mine again, we continue our passionate kissing. I thought the coffee he made was delectable, but that was nothing compared to the taste of his mouth on mine.
On instinct, my hips grind up into him, meeting his tenuous abs. As our breathing quickens, he pulls away and asks, “So, um…what do you want to, uh…” He licks his lips. “I haven’t prepared my ass, but if you want, I could go to the bathroom?—”
I shut him up with a kiss. Then, I pull back and grin. “Let us talk less and allow our bodies to discover what feels good.”
“Um, okay.” Before he can say more, I lean in and kiss his neck. “What…what do you…?”
I reach down and grasp his erection. He’s longer where I’m thicker, but he’s hard and burning with passion, which is themost important part of any cock. I line him up with me, and we both shiver.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, breathlessly.
I stroke and he gasps in my face. “Yes…yes,Seero,yes,” he says, his voice getting higher with every word. Hearing my name on his lips is a prayer to the ocean gods.
I stroke and stroke, and my hips buck up. He grinds against me, giving that pleasurable friction. We both ooze with impending passion, allowing a smoother glide. He grasps the pillow behind him for leverage, making his thrusts stronger. Each huff and moan from Daryl’s mouth is catalogued in my heart.
We kiss and rut against each other, two animals in heat. It’s the most glorious sexual connection I’ve ever felt. His dick smears his fluid against my torso, and I do the same to his abdomen. I’m marking him—I want this surface-dweller to be mine.
I stroke, and he huffs. He gets harder and thrusts again, sending delicious pleasure up my spine. I grasp tighter, then looser, and he sighs. I keep stroking, and we continue to give each other glorious sensations. Our cocks rub together like we were built to frot with each other. While my previous sexual experiences were more exploratory and clinical, this feels so natural. One day soon, I hope to taste his cock and ass with my tongue.
But right now, there are other, more urgent matters to attend to.I never want to leave this bed.
“Ooh…oh, fuck.” His thrusts gain speed, and he whines against my ear.
