Page 26 of Royal Fling
I couldn’t take it any longer. I closed the distance between our mouths again. He tasted of scotch, unsurprisingly, but his eager tongue explored my own mouth, taking some of my own flavor with him.
Our bodies came up against one other, and my cock reacted to his proximity, hardening against his own. It extracted a moan from him, and he exhaled in my mouth.
My own hands came up to his hips and stayed there limp and loose as August backtracked us until I was lying on the bed with him on top of me.
He moved from my lips licking along my jaw, biting down on my neck, and made his way down to my groin a kiss, a lick, a touch at a time.
Wherever he planted a trace of himself left a trail of heat and goosebumps. My whole body was on fire and craving the chill of his lips. My cock throbbed under my underwear desperate for attention.
August hooked his fingers behind the elastic band and helped them off me.
The heat of his mouth and the tease of his tongue made me twitch as he swallowed my length inch by inch. His hand massaged my base, working my balls at the same time, and I gasped.
I gagged myself and August laughed.
“You can be as loud as you want, Lucas. There’s no one on this floor but you and me,” he said.
“What about your bodyguards?”
“I dismissed them. Unless you’re planning to do bad things to me,” he said, grinning with a cheeky smile that sent me into a needy frenzy.
“Oh I’m planning to do evil things to you,” I hummed.
“What sort of evil things?” He bit down on the side of his lower lip.
“I can show you better than tell you,” I replied and pushed him off me and onto the mattress.
I sat on his lap, feeling his pulsing cock underneath me as I pressed my hands to his chest.
“For starters, you’re way too overdressed for the occasion,” I said.
I lifted a sleeve of his jacket, and he slid his arm out. We repeated the same process with the other side, and I pulled the article out from under him, throwing it on the floor.
My next target was his T-shirt. The fabric felt smooth in my fingers and that made the hairs on my arms stand to attention. God knew how much that thing cost, and I was just about to yank it off him like a caveman.
I pulled at the hem with a roughness that forced August to lift his upper body, and I threw the piece of fabric on the floor next to his jacket.
“My, my, my,” I said, staring at his manly chest.
His pectorals were wonderfully defined, and his six-pack was mind-numbingly detailed, all perfectly complemented by the trail of dark chest hairs that made me want to nuzzle up to him. And that was exactly what I did. Rubbed my face on his torso, flicking my tongue over his nipples and squeezing a groan of pleasure out of him.
But as much as I wanted to rest there, I didn’t stop, I moved off him, undid his belt, took off his shoes, his socks, his pants until he was just as naked as when he found me.
The last order of business was his underwear. They were white boxer briefs that were so expensive they didn’t even have the brand on the elastic band.
His bulge was mouthwatering, and I made quick work of taking them off him to reveal a leaking, uncut cock and an unruly bush.
When I flung my tongue in his slit and tasted his bitter precum, he spasmed and brought his hands to my head with a moan.
When I laved his underside, tasting the salty and heated skin of his length, his nails dug in my skin.
And when I finally choked on his cock, he shouted so loud there was no way we hadn’t been heard downstairs or across the street. Good thing the vastness of Hyde Park was the only thing across the street.
“Youareevil,” he said as I used my skilled tongue and mouth to blow him, and I flashed him a wicked grin at that.
“And I’m not even done with you yet,” I whispered and climbed back up to him to taste his mouth.
“Do whatever you want to me. Use me. Fuck me. Hit me. I’m all yours,” he whimpered, and my dick twitched at the promise.
