Page 24 of Royal
I’m so engrossed with the way it feels, I don’t realize he means to run his fingers through the sticky mess on my stomach that is our pre-cum until he’s already done it. He holds them to my lips. “Fuck, so hot. Taste us.”
With my mind a hazy place from everything we’re doing, I don’t even think, I just do, taking them into my mouth. It’s an explosion of masculine energy on my tongue. It’s so fucking heady and right that I groan. Loudly. Especially when he begins to work his fingers in and out of my mouth like he’s fucking me with them.
And I’m so rocked by the taste of us in my mouth and the gleam in his eyes, that I know I’m going to be in real trouble if I don’t take control right fucking now. I bite down on his fingers before I let them go with a smirk. “You’re going to pay for that.” I shift to my side and grasp one of his legs, pulling his body around until I’m face-to-dick with him. “Keep sucking me off,” I grunt out, driving my hips toward his mouth as I take his dick in hand.
I jerk him, but that’s not really what I’m after. My fingers drift between his legs to the stretch of skin behind his balls to massage him there, every once in a while letting my fingers stray to lightly brush over his puckered hole. I tease the fuck out of him, touching, then pulling back. Over and over again.
Before long, he’s panting, and he looks at me with wild eyes. “You gonna fuck me or are we just dicking around here?”
My lip curls, and I can’t resist baiting him. “I got the idea you were taking the lead tonight. Is that what you wanted?”
He blows out a breath, and gives me a smirking, “Yes.” He gets up from his side and crawls to the head of the bed, grasping the headboard with both hands. Looking over his shoulder at me, his brilliant blues glowing, he grits out, “Fuck me like the animal you are.”
That’s more like it. “You know I will.” I grab the lube that is almost always under his damn pillow, uncap it, and drizzle a good amount into my palm. I leisurely stroke myself, watching him as he waits for me, hands clutching the headboard so tightly I bet I’d be able to see how white his knuckles are if it weren’t mostly dark in here. I squeeze the bottle, aiming for the crack of his ass, and watch him shudder as the slick lubricant slides between his cheeks. Eyes glued to his ass, I add still more to my fingers. I don’t give him any warning. One second, he’s waiting with bated breath, the next, I spread his ass cheeks. I stare at his hole. No different than ass-fucking a girl. Except his body is bigger. More muscular. Closer to my size. And I enjoy the struggle for dominance that we sometimes have. The way we wrestle our way into fucking sometimes. It’s so fucking hot.
“Yo. Wilder. What the fuck, man?”
I look down to see the lube sliding from his ass down over his taint and to his balls. I huff out a laugh. “Beck, you know I like you a little messy.” I drag some of it back up, rubbing my fingers over him as he twitches and jerks with anticipation. A moment later, I slip a finger into his ass.
His back bows, his hips canting back, giving me an even better view than before as I smoothly insert a second digit inside him. With his breath stuttering, I work him open, scissoring my fingers while cupping his balls with my other hand. He groans, deep and guttural. It does something to me to know that I can pull these noises from him. That I’m the one whose fingers and cock his ass chases. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“Give me another,” he bites out as he continues to writhe in response to my ministrations. I fill him up with my fingers, and he grunts, sweat popping out on his lower back and between his shoulder blades.
I want to collect each drop of moisture on my tongue, lick every part of him I can get at… and I will, as soon as I’m inside him. More pre-cum leaks from my tip, dripping onto the sheets. My dick throbs for him. It wants to be in his ass. I want to fuck him with frenzied, crazy abandon.
“Wild, would you get your bejeweled dick in my ass?” He snorts at his own words, but hisses as I remove my fingers.
Notching the head of my dick just inside him, I take one ragged breath after another. I grab hold of his hips with both hands and slam my cock home. With every maddening thrust, his ass eagerly swallows my dick. The shouts and growls and groans that tear from us are enough to bring down the roof. I don’t want to think about whether or not Wyatt, whose room is next door, can hear us—because I’m positive he can. We sound like a couple of rutting heathens.
My hips snap hard against Beckham’s ass, and fuck if I don’t get off on the sight of my thick cock disappearing into his body. The raw energy between us is a potent, intoxicating thing. He grips the headboard hard, the play of muscles in his back and shoulders a thing of beauty. I curl around him, grasping his hard length in my hand.
“Ah. Fuuuck. Fuck, Wilder. Fuck me.”
I sweep my lips up his back, tasting his salty skin, then sink my teeth into the space between his shoulder and neck. He lets out a startled yelp, followed by a satisfying whimper. I clutch him to me as we grunt and strain together, getting closer and closer to finding oblivion in each other.
“Your fucking piercings—”
“Good, right?”
“Oh, fuck yes,” he pants. “I’m gonna come.”
I groan as he begins to tremble against me. And then I’m shaking too, and it’s a race to see who will come first. Or who will last? I don’t think it matters because it’s so motherfucking good.
Beckham shouts, and I feel the pulsing of his cum shooting from him as I pump my hand up and down, stroking him through his release. His ass tightens rhythmically on my cock, making everything in my head go foggy. I know it’s happening, but it’s so good, it can’t be real. I slow my own movements as I feel the orgasm cresting inside me. I rock in and out of his ass, flooding it with my cum. “Goddamn, Beck. Why does it feel like this when I’m with you?”
Maybe I can convince myself this feels so good with him because of the lack of protection we use—after all, he’s the only one I’ve ever been bare inside—but deep down, I know I’m fooling myself. Sex has never felt this good, and it all comes down to one thing. Beckham.
THIRTEEN
ECHO
Last night was way morethan I’d bargained for. I’m so freaking exhausted, I wish I could sleep another six hours or so, but I can’t. Classes begin today, and that means I’m going to be walking all over campus on my poor, tired feet. I should have looked harder for Freya. Waited for her. But I don’t have a clue where she disappeared to.
I fumble around for my phone, finally finding it under my pillow. Lifting it in front of my face, I squint at the screen, and when the face recognition doesn’t work, I quickly jab in the passcode. With a huff, I open my text messages. There are several from Freya, as I sort of expected, one from my sister, and one from my brother. Jerk. I can’t believe he didn’t warn me about Royal.
Little liar.I hear him in my head. My eyes squeeze shut as I shudder involuntarily. Panic is setting in again. Because what the hell am I going to do?
But I can’t think about him right now. I focus on my phone again, and knowing whatever Davis texted will probably piss me off, I ignore it, opting instead to open the thread with my sister.
