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“Oh, total crisis,” he says through a whimper.
“Then, please allow me to remedy that,” I say with a growl. He nods, and I lick my lips. I lean forward, careful not to put any pressure on his thighs. Batting his hand away, I grasp his cock, and I’m rewarded with a sexy gasp.
When I kiss the base, his balls twitch, and I grin. His thighs quiver, and I begin to stroke.
“Dude, I’m not gonna last long. Four weeks, remember?” he says in a desperate whine. The fact that his orgasm is already on the precipice is beyond sexy.
I suckle on the head, and he gasps. Then, I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” he shouts. Perhaps we need to apologize to the hotel for the noise we’re making.
I suck and suck, alternating between a deep throat technique, and just the head. I’m rewarded with salty pre-fluid, and I hold his cock at the base. He bucks into me and moans. I’m hard as well, playing with myself with my left hand. This night is magical.
“Fuck, I’m gonna bust,” he rasps. His head is thrashing back and forth, and it thrills me to no end. This might be the shortest oral sex session ever, but I do not care. Because I get to service my Daryl the way only a prince can.
His cock surges in size, warming my mouth. I suck all the way down, then up. I lick the cockhead and stroke down with my saliva. When I dive deep again, it happens. With a shout of “Yes!” Daryl unleashes into my throat. I take in his very essence, the purest form of him, and I pride myself on knowing I was able to bring him to ecstasy.
After swallowing him down, I rise up on my knees. Without saying a word, I stroke wildly, and in seconds, I’m shooting all over him. I gasp, and he swears in delight as I mark his abdomen, staking a claim on my soulmate.
A few minutes later, I’ve cleaned us both, and we’re back to lying side by side, lazily kissing on the bed. I never want to leave this room.Maybe I can rule the kingdom from here.
“For the record,” Daryl says. “I love you, Seero Dagat.”
I smile. “That makes me content. Because I love you, Daryl Tishman.”
“Well, I said it first,” he says playfully.
“No, you did not!” We both laugh and end up play-fighting under the sheets. Daryl Tishman brings out the best in me, and I want to be by his side for the rest of our lives.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Daryl
Graduation Day has me feeling on top of the world. So much has happened since the day I was rushed via helicopter across a literal ocean while in a coma that I, fortunately, do not recall. I am pleased to report that I no longer need crutches. And now, here I am, with a master’s degree in marine conservation. Dad is driving me across town to take me to a celebratory graduation dinner. The forests of Oregon breeze past me as I gaze out the passenger window.
These past eleven months have been up and down. Sure, my dad and I have gotten closer; almost dying halfway across the world will do that. He’s been super helpful, even after the physical therapy ended. I’ve been able to focus on my studies with online learning, and Dad seems to be genuinely interested in my degree in marine conservation. But I know he still has his company to run, and he’s not exactly eco-friendly.
That’s where Seero has come in. It’s been difficult being away from my boyfriend for such long stretches of time. He’s hella busy helping to rule a freaking kingdom. But on the occasional weekends when he’s visited, we’ve had dinners with Dad. Seero usually grills him about the company’s terrible fishing practices, which I find more than amusing. My dad has always beena professional, confident man, but an ocean prince can be intimidating to anyone.
Still, they get along great on all other counts. Most importantly, Seero and I spend those few days together going about like a normal loving couple. We have coffee at the café, where Layla jokes that she misses her number-one aquatic aerobics instructor. In the evenings, we also get to have our alone time back in my apartment, wringing as many orgasms as we can from each other.
We chat on the phone regularly, thanks to his brother’s tech upgrades. Seero’s supposed to visit in three weeks, but our time apart hurts. I miss him so much. With school over, maybe I can visit him.Or better yet, I can pack my bags and get ready to live in a castle…
We enter a hotel lobby and Dad guides me to an elevator. We make our way up to the highest floor, where a fancy restaurant awaits us. When the doors open, we’re met by a waiter who guides us forward. I can hear the clanging of cooks in the kitchen. Floor-to-ceiling windows allow the sunset to stream in. Dozens of tables are in a row, but there are no customers.Huh. When we round the corner, I spot one familiar face.
“Seero!”
I rush up to him and he catches my waist and lifts me up. “Hello to you, too, my love,” he says with a grin.
I kiss him between mirthful laughter. “What are you doing here?”
“Celebrating my boyfriend’s graduation.”
I turn to Dad, who nods. “Prince Seero. I trust you’ll take care of my son?”
Seero’s smile falls, and I hold his hand. “Mr. Tishman. I trust that you are implementing sustainable tuna harvesting, like the business plan I proposed to you?”
Dad seems rattled, as in all their business-related interactions. “I, uh…I have started employing it. In fact, Tishman’s Fishery has a new advertising initiative, detailing all the ways we’re keeping the oceans healthy.”
