Page 66 of Royal Fling
Not all the time in the world!
Instead of focusing on that sobering thought, I concentrated on getting Luke sheathed and my hole aligned with his cock.
I gave my fingers a lick and rubbed my muscle, reactivating the water-based lube I’d rubbed over myself before we left.
It wasn’t much, of course, after this many hours, but that combined with the lubed condom would do the trick. Besides, I wanted it rough, so I didn’t care as long as he was inside me, no matter how much it hurt.
And dear Lord, did it.
Luke put both palms on my face, smoothing my pained grimace with his soft fingers. He caressed me through the sting of the penetration, and I took deep breaths while attempting to relax my body to ease the process.
It hurt, but I didn’t care. Hurting made it all the more real and would make the orgasm even more intense when we got to it.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I nodded sitting up on him. My entire lower half clenched as his cock rubbed on my prostate, and I opened my mouth, looked up to the stars, and an almost primal roar came out of me.
As I cast my eyes back down at him, his pupils glimmered. He was watching me with parted lips. His hands that were wrapped around my wrists tightened as he held my gaze, unwavering. Like I was the most important person in the world. And in that moment, I felt it.
His cock pulsed inside me with every grinding movement, stretching me a little more with each stroke until I was left gasping, breathless from an orgasm like no other I’d ever felt.
Seeing me, Luke bucked his hips, pushing in and out of me. He grunted and moved faster, harder, until his grunts turned into a loud moan, and he relaxed underneath me.
I dropped back over his body to kiss him, and his hands enveloped me in their warmth.
“I wish we could stay out here forever,” I said.
“Me, too.”
But we couldn’t, could we?
We just had another day and a half left here before returning to London and to regular life. To life with Luke in the shadows. To a life where I couldn’t kiss him or touch him without risking my and my family’s heritage.
It’s quite the burden to carry, and I hate it.
Seventeen
Luke
“Ihave to admit, the last few weeks have been incredible,” I said, taking August's hand in mine.
It was true, as well. We had been dating for three weeks, more or less, and every single date was better than the last.
I was truly falling for August. And despite my best efforts to not get attached, I was. But I had also managed to let go and enjoy the ride while it lasted.
Because at the end of the day, that's what it was, wasn't it? It was a joy ride. Probably the finest joy ride I would ever have in my life. So I couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. I had to enjoy it before it all ended.
“For me, too,” August said, and he kissed the knuckles of my hand with a tender affection that was so signature of him.
There was nothing that we hadn't done since we’d started dating. The couple of days in Ibiza were a great escape from reality. We’d stayed in the next day after the gala and the mind-blowing sex on the beach, and we watched some of my favorite movies, classics that every person on this planet should have watched. Everyone but August, apparently.
“You know, next week is going to be our one-month anniversary,” he said, and if I could have melted anymore, I would have.
“Anniversary?” I said. “You’re such a nerd.”
“I'm a nerd for you.” He smirked, and I reached for his face to smooth the lines his smile was causing.
The night breeze brushed between us, enveloping us with the nighttime London chill.
