Page 41 of Royal Fling
“I didn’t grow up in a castle,” I said.
“Of course you did. I looked you up.”
I covered his hands with mine and grinned at him.
“You looked me up?”
“Well, duh,” he said.
“Remind me to teach you how to research,” I said.
He stopped walking, and I almost crushed into his body.
“You did not just say that to a teacher,” he said.
“What?” I shrugged. “If you knew how to research, you’d know it’s not a castle but a mansion.”
Luke snortled and rolled his eyes. “Potayto, potahto.”
“Are you mocking me?” I asked.
“Maybe?” he smirked and bit his lip.
I moved my hands around his wrists and pushed him back, dropping him onto the bed with my weight on top of him. Straight away, his erection emerged from between the folds of the robe, and I raised my gaze to stare at him.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I said.
“No, I am. They’re just in the shape of my dick,” he replied with a grin.
“You’re mocking me again.”
“Only because it makes you look so cute,” he said, bringing his hand up to my cheek and rubbing the spot over my cheekbone.
“No one’s ever told me I look cute.”
He craned his neck to the side and considered me for a second.
“Is that a prince thing?”
I shrugged.
“No, I’ve kept a relatively low profile while being here, so no one’s really known who I am when I’ve slept with them.”
“Okay. Is it because you haven’t been yourself with them, then?” he asked, not a trace of judgement or mockery in his face.
It made me appreciate him all the more in that instance.
“I wouldn’t know. I thought I had, but maybe there was something holding me back.”
“You’re not holding back with me,” he said.
His free hand traced the trim of the robe until it reached my groin. He put his hand on my thigh and pushed his fingers under the leg of my boxer shorts and wrapped them around the crown of my leaking cock.
A whimper escaped me, and I closed my eyes to drown it so I could look at him again without feeling completely at his mercy.
It didn’t really work.
“Tell me, my prince, do you prefer topping or bottoming?” he asked, tightening his hold over me, stroking me with a tension that made me lose some of my poise.
