Page 53 of Prince Material
ORSON
Was it possible to short circuit as a human being? If so, I had to be close. So many sensations were barreling through my body that I was half out of it, almost desperate with the need to come. Floris was sucking me off with gusto, showing his expertise, and I couldn’t be anything but grateful to be the beneficiary of his experience.
He did things with his mouth and tongue that I hadn’t thought possible, not to mention the fact that he seemed to have no gag reflex at all. My balls were practically resting against his chin, but he was actively swallowing around my cock, humming with contentment every now and then. Every time he did, I went wild.
My hands gripped the sheets as I writhed beneath Floris’s expert ministrations. I was barely coherent at this point, reduced to a shaking, sweating mess of need and sensation. Some distant part of my brain knew I should be reciprocating in some way, touching Floris, pleasuring him in return. But I couldn’t focus on anything except the wet heat of his mouth, the flicks and swirlsof his wicked tongue, the obscene slurping noises that filled the room.
I fisted my hands in his hair, not directing his movements but holding on for dear life as he took me apart. My hips were moving of their own accord with little thrusts that I couldn’t control. Floris took it all in stride, letting me fuck his face as I chased my orgasm.
“Floris, I’m gonna…” I gasped out in warning, my voice wrecked. “I can’t hold back, I’m going to come.”
He hummed around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight through me, and that was it. I came with a shout, my vision whiting out as I spilled down his throat. Floris swallowed it all down eagerly, not pulling off until I whimpered from the oversensitivity.
As I lay there panting and boneless, Floris crawled up my body to press gentle kisses across my face—my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. I felt utterly spent, like every drop of tension had been wrung out of my body. Floris gathered me close, stroking my sweat-damp hair back from my face as I caught my breath. I went willingly, tucking my face into his neck and breathing in his scent.
We lay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow. “You’re amazing,” I mumbled, nuzzling into his neck. “That was incredible.”
I blinked up at him, still dazed, as he smiled down at me. “You are incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough. “The way you let go, the sounds you make… I could watch you fall apart like that all day.”
I flushed at the praise, suddenly self-conscious. I wasn’t used to being so vulnerable, so uninhibited with another person. “Thank you?”
Slowly, awareness began to return to my sex-fogged brain. Irealized with a start that while I had experienced mind-blowing ecstasy, Floris was still hard against my hip, his own needs unmet.
“Oh god, I’m sorry,” I said, pulling back to look at him. “You didn’t… I mean, do you want me to…?”
I made a vague gesture towards his groin, feeling a blush heat my cheeks. I wanted to return the favor, but I wasn’t sure I had the finesse to give a blow job like he had. The thought of choking, of doing it wrong, filled me with trepidation. But I wanted to make Floris feel as good as he had made me feel. I needed to at least try.
“You don’t have to…” Floris started to say, always so considerate. But I cut him off with a firm kiss.
“I want to,” I insisted, my voice rough but sure. “I want to make you feel good too. I just… I don’t have a lot of experience with oral, so I might not be very good at it.”
Floris cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone. “You could use your hand, if you’re more comfortable with that.”
I considered this for a moment before nodding. For my first time with him, I was definitely better off with something I actually had done before. My experience was anything but vast, but at least the guys I’d done it with had been satisfied, so that counted for something, right?
Gathering my courage, I rolled us over so that Floris was beneath me. I took a moment to take in the sight of him sprawled out before me, his hair messy from our activities, his chest heaving with each breath. He was so gorgeous, all defined muscles without being bulky. I felt a thrill looking at him, all raw beauty and unguarded vulnerability.
He gazed up at me with a mix of desire and amusement that made my heart skip a beat. A grin tugged at the corners of hismouth as he reached up to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. But I wasn’t going to be distracted right now.
Everything about him was captivating, from the flushed head of his cock jutting proudly from its nest of blond curls to the tiny mole on his left hip bone. It was enough to make my head spin, almost enough to make me lose my nerve. But I wanted this, wanted him.
“You’re not cut,” I said.
He frowned. “Cut?”
“Circumcised.”
“Ah. No. It’s not common in the Netherlands like here.”
Huh, interesting. I hadn’t expected something that seemed so standard here to be the exception somewhere else.
Slowly, reverently, I began to explore his body with my hands and mouth, mapping out the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the jut of his hip bones. I wanted to memorize every inch of him, to worship him with my touch the way he had done for me with his mouth. I traced nonsensical patterns on his skin with my fingertips, delighting in the way he shivered and sighed beneath my touch.
“What’s the meaning of your tattoos?” I asked, tracing the one on his right upper arm with my fingers. It was a coat of arms with a lion and… My eyes narrowed. “Is that French?”
“It’s the Dutch coat of arms and our family motto,je maintiendrai. It is French and it means I will maintain.” He tapped on his left shoulder. “And this is the Dutch flag with the orange banner. It says Oranje Boven, which means…” He thought for a moment. “It literally means orange above, but it has the spirit of ‘long live the king.’ Or queen.” He shrugged. “Just proud to be who I am, you know?”
He should be. I kissed the tattoo on his right arm, then continued my exploration. Floris let out a low moan as I pressedkisses all over his shoulders. Emboldened, I lavished attention on his chest, licking and sucking and gently biting until he was squirming beneath me, hands fisted in my hair. Each little gasp and moan was like fuel.
