Page 27 of Royal Fling
“How about we start with the fucking part, and we can see about the rest,” I offered him, and he burned holes in my eyes with his gray pupils.
“Promise?” he asked with a barely audible voice that spoke volumes of his need.
“Fuck yes,” I said, palming our cocks and stroking them together while I nibbled on his lips, then his ears, then his neck.
“I’ve got condoms and lube in my jacket,” he said, and I smirked.
“Someone came prepared,” I said.
“I was optimistic.”
I patted his cheek with a gentle tap and dismounted him to find the condoms and lube.
He hadn’t been kidding. There was a whole row of condoms stuffed in the pocket and a small test tube of clear liquid that I assumed was the lube.
When I returned to bed, he had aligned himself the right way up and parted his legs wide, giving me full access to his taint and his hole.
My cock pulsed and a streak of precum stained the comforter underneath me, but that was the least of my concerns.
I opened up the tube and slicked my fingers with the liquid, then towered over him while I worked finger after finger in his tight hole. Each digit made his bulging eyes wider and his gasps sharper.
I stopped at three and warmed him up, preparing him for the real deal. Taking me was no small feat, but I had my ways to make even the tightest muscles open up for me and my length.
He moaned in my mouth, and his hands massaged my chest, squeezing my chest with wanton possessiveness while his legs wrapped around my hips and squeezed me harder against his body.
“How is that?” I asked.
He just nodded with a gulp, and I kissed his nose before getting up and handing him the condoms.
“Can you? My hands are slippery,” I said.
He smiled and freed one from the foil wrapper, then sat up and put it on me. It only reached halfway down my length, but that would have to do. There was no way I could stop now.
I gave myself a few strokes, spreading the warm lube that had already been inside him and squeezed a few more drops before I pressed up against his muscle, easing inside him.
“Oh… my… Lord,” he gasped.
I put my hands on either side of his face, rubbing my thumbs on his cheeks, staring deep down into his eyes, witnessing the effect I was having on him.
He hissed and I paused, giving him a few breaths to adjust to my length, and when he was okay, he nodded at me, knowingly.
“Fuck me, Lucas. I want you to come inside me,” he panted.
I still didn’t go any faster, though. I needed him to be able to walk tomorrow morning. And besides, there was no rush. We had the whole night.
August put his hands around my neck, and his weight brought me down on him. His legs were back around my hips keeping us connected no matter what, and our chests ground against each other as I fucked him nice and slow.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, seeing the wince on his face.
“I’m perfect,” he said.
“Yes, you are,” I said.
That seemed to change his grimace back into a smile, and I kissed him.
I lifted myself with one hand and with the other stroked his cock. It hardened in my grip and I tugged at it, getting more and more pleasure from him and driving myself deeper inside him.
We found a rhythm, which was so strange because sex was wonderful, but it was usually clumsy, messy, and tricky, especially with a stranger.
