Page 52 of Royal Fling
I grabbed his wrist as he tried to reach for another ball and placed his hand on my balls instead.
“How about we play with these next? They’re turning blue.”
Luke chortled and pushed his head into my chest as he laughed.
“You’re unbelievable,” he said when he somewhat composed himself, tightening his grip on my groin.
“I only see one pin in need of knocking,” he muttered as he dragged his lips across my neck and then down my body until he was on his knees in front of me.
He dragged my zip down releasing my cock and glanced up at me as he took my crown into his thick, juicy lips.
A groan came out of me unwittingly, and I had an urge to cover my mouth. Until, of course, I remembered we were all alone in here.
I turned my body around and leaned against the top of the ball rack, Luke attached to my cock and having his wicked way with me the way I loved. The way I’d missed.
We may have only been together for two nights but being away from him even for half a day was sheer torture.
I’d missed his touch. His eyes piercing me with their intensity. His lips on mine.
Luke rubbed the base of my cock with two fingers and used his tongue to lick my underside and take more of my length in until he reached my root. His nostrils flared, his hard breathing giving me goosebumps that made my hole clench in need.
He released me, he swallowed me again, and released me over and over until I was slick with spittle all over, and his lips looked puffed and thirsty.
I placed a hand under his chin and pulled him up halfway for a wet sloppy kiss. I tried to drag him all the way up so I could have my way with his cock, but he persisted and returned to the job at hand.
I’m not about to complain, of course.
He put his hand between my legs and massaged my taint, making me catch more of my breath.
When he pressed a finger on my ring of muscle, I was panting, desperate for release, desperate for his finger, his dick, his fucking, his tongue, anything he was willing to give me.
He never slipped anything inside me. Instead, he rubbed the pads of his fingers around my muscle, but he may as well have fucked me because my entire body lifted in the air and came crashing down as I shot my cum down his throat.
It took me several minutes to catch my breath, and Luke was there with his kisses, his wandering hands, and his sweet nothings.
It felt like a dream. The fact that there was such an overwhelming amount of lights and sounds around us only intensified the feeling.
If it is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
“Thank you for a great night,” I said when we stopped by his house in Camden a few hours later.
Luke watched me for a moment with confusion written across his face.
“Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you. I had the best night of my life,” he said.
“You don't mean that.”
“If there's one thing you should know about me, Mr. Prince,” he said and leaned closer, so close that I could inhale the oxygen he exhaled, “it's that I really like you. So yes, I mean it.”
I closed my eyes, bracing for impact, but it never happened. I heard the door open, and by the time I opened my eyes again, Luke was out of the car.
“Good night, Nikolas,” he yelled at the front of the car. “Good night, Your Highness.”
I didn’t get a chance to get my good night kiss. I wanted one. It didn’t matter that we’d had a hundred kisses that night. And done so much more than kiss. But I wanted his lips one more time before we parted for the night.
Why did we even have to part for the night? We had a limited time together, so why waste any time apart?
Luke smiled at me and closed the door. Just before it shut, I spoke up.
