The King and Jai (Royal & Reckless Book 1)

by Isla Olsen

  “We should relocate,” I manage to gasp out once we break apart.

  Jai nods. “Yeah. Definitely.”

  But then he’s kissing me again. And I’m letting him. After several long minutes of hungry kissing and wandering hands and grinding cocks, I’m finally able to tear away again and this time make a more forceful suggestion that we relocate away from the common kitchen.

  We hurry to Jai’s suite and have barely closed the door behind us when we’re on each other again, lips devouring, hands roaming. Christ, it feels amazing.

  “Want you inside me,” I growl against his lips.

  “Fuck yes. Want you riding me. Wanted that for so long, baby.”

  We manage to scramble out of our clothes and stumble over to the small sofa. Jai falls onto it and I don’t hesitate to climb on top of him, reveling in the incredible friction of our bare cocks sliding against each other. I seal my mouth back against Jai’s, our tongues twining as we move against each other.

  It’s been such a long time since I’ve been naked with another man, but somehow I don’t feel self-conscious the way I thought I might. I feel…free.

  “Fuck…wait...” Jai breaks away, breathing hard. He closes his eyes for a moment and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “My jeans. Over there—there’s a condom and lube in the pocket.”

  I reluctantly slide off his lap and fetch his jeans from where they lay a few meters away. Sure enough, there’s a condom and single-use package of lube in one of the pockets.

  “I thought you didn’t carry this stuff around with you?” I say with an arched brow.

  He smirks. “I didn’t then. Learned my lesson.”

  I amble back over to him, handing him the condom while I take the lube. He reaches for the packet in my hand. “I want to do it.”

  I shake my head adamantly. “No way. If you put your fingers in me, I’ll blow. And I’m not a twenty-four-year-old who’ll be ready to go again after a couple of minutes,” I say with a dry smirk.

  “Fine.” He lets out a soft laugh. “But at least make it a good show.”

  I’d planned to make quick work of the preparation so I could get to what I really want—that gorgeous cock inside me. But at his words, I decide to slow things down a little.

  I take up position on the floor in front of him, my legs spread wide, feet firmly planted. I use the lube to slick up two of my fingers, pushing them inside me.

  I hear Jai let out a soft groan and I flick my gaze upward to find his eyes burning with lust as watches me fuck myself. The reaction spurs me on; propping my weight on my hand behind me, I lift my arse so I can push in even deeper, adding a third finger and stretching myself out more.

  “Enough,” Jai says in a hoarse voice. “That’s enough. Come up here and ride my cock, baby.”

  I don’t need to be told twice. I scramble to my feet and approach Jai. With the last of the lube, I slick up his condom-covered cock and toss the packet aside before climbing on top of him again.

  I feel him pressing against my entrance and I push down, letting out a groan as he inches inside of me, his deliciously thick cock filling me perfectly.

  “God, you feel incredible,” I gasp out.

  “Likewise…Jesus.” He throws his head back against the sofa, a groan escaping his parted lips as I start to move. “Fuck yes…ride me…”

  I lean forward, grabbing hold of the top of the sofa, either side of Jai’s head, and use that to balance myself as I ride his cock, bouncing up and down and swiveling my hips and fucking myself into a frenzy on his incredible dick.

  “Fuck…Jesus…” Jai’s grip is iron-clad on my hips, his expression one of complete debauchery as he lets me use him, taking his own pleasure in the process. “So good…god, you’re so fucking hot like this.”

  He slides his hands up my body, over my chest, running his fingers over my nipples before giving them a tight pinch and pulling a strangled groan from my lips.

  “Fuck, yes…”

  I bend forward, burying my head in his neck and digging my teeth into his skin. The movement traps my straining cock between us, the friction making my head spin.

  “So close, kotya…fuck…”

  Jai guides my face to meet his, his tongue delving into my mouth as his hand closes around my cock, stroking up and down the shaft with the expert skill that has me toppling over the edge in a matter of moments. My balls draw tight, my body seizes up, and I come in a rush, spilling all over Jai’s hand.

  He thrusts up inside me, frantically chasing his own release, and before long he’s tossing his head back, letting out a harsh groan as he spills into the condom.

  We stay like that for a long moment, gathering our breath and coming down from the high of our orgasms. Jai presses a kiss to my shoulder, his hands gliding over my back in a gesture that feels reassuring and somewhat possessive. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he says, still a little breathless. “I really don’t want to pull out just yet but I have to ditch the condom.”

  I reluctantly climb off him, moving to the other side of the small sofa. He quickly discards the condom and then turns to face me, his expression one of hope mixed with unguarded vulnerability. “Tell me you don’t regret it,” he says. “Promise me you’re not going to start avoiding me again.”

  Well, that’s fair…I lean over and press a kiss to the side of his mouth. “I promise. And I’m sorry for how I acted before.” I draw back a little so I can look him in the eyes. “You were right. That night in your room, what you said about me being scared. That’s how I was conditioned to be—to be scared of how I feel, to be ashamed of it.”

  Jai’s eyes fall closed, a deep sadness etched in his features. When he opens them, his gaze is locked on mine, his hand coming up to brush across my cheek. “Can you tell me about it?”

  I let out a shuddering breath and nod. I nestle closer against him, resting my head in the crook of his neck and throwing my legs over his. His arm comes around to cradle my back and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so safe.

  “The one thing you should know is that he never laid a hand on me. He was never violent; he was just…intimidating. Obedience to the king and crown was something that was instilled in me from a very early age. We may have still been in exile, but as far as my father was concerned, he was the rightful ruler of Korova and he expected strict obedience from his family and staff.

  “As a child, nothing I did ever seemed good enough. If I mastered a skill after weeks and weeks of practice it had taken me too long to learn; if I managed it quickly, I was showing off. I was never a natural scholar. I worked hard to make up for it, but my lack of intelligence was a constant source of frustration for my father.”

  “You are not unintelligent,” Jai growls, his fingers digging into my skin with his obvious ire.

  Warmth floods me at the possessive way he jumps to my defense and I snuggle in even closer to him, my hand lifting to rest against his chest. “It was when I started at Eton that I began to notice my attraction to other boys.”

  “How old were you?” Jai asks.

  “Twelve.”

  “So this was after the reinstatement of the monarchy?”

  I smile softly. Of course the history buff would know the exact date the monarchy was restored in Korova. “Yes, that happened the year earlier.” I let out a breath and continue with my story. “As you can imagine, finding myself attracted to other boys confused the hell out of me at first. As far as I knew it wasn’t normal. It certainly wasn’t something that was ever talked about amongst anyone I knew from home. So I ignored it. I pretended it didn’t exist.

  “When I was fourteen, I met a boy named Christian. He was the son of a British diplomat and he’d been assigned to tutor me in some of the subjects I was doing particularly poorly in. It didn’t take long to figure out he was like me, and we began to combine our study sessions with some…other activities.

  “But then the term ended and Christian didn’t return the following year. His father had been posted farther away
and wanted his son at a school closer to him. I assumed that would be the end of it, until about six months later Christian accompanied his father on a visit to Korova.

  “I was so excited to see him again when they came to the palace, I didn’t even think. We snuck off into the library and started making out. But we were caught.” I let out a heavy breath, still rattled by the memory. “Had it been one of the guards, or a servant, I probably would have been able to bribe them to stay quiet. But it wasn’t. It was my father. And, Christ, the things he said…the way he looked at me…the threats…it’s something I’ve never been able to get out of my mind. It’s haunted me ever since, even after he died.”

  Jai raises his hand to clasp the one I have resting against his chest. “Fuck, Lukas…I’m so sorry.”

  “Every time I find myself attracted to a man, I hear that voice in my head: Future kings are not faggots! …It’s only recently that I’ve started to realize how idiotic it is to still be afraid of a ghost.”

  “It’s not idiotic, Lukas,” Jai says, his other hand rubbing over my back. “It’s like you said, you were conditioned to react with fear and shame whenever you thought about another man—that’s not something you can just magically break free from.”

  I lift my head so I can look into his eyes. “You helped me do it. You made me want to break free.”

  He smiles and presses a soft kiss to my temple before drawing back, a thoughtful frown now in place. “You know, my parents frustrate the hell out of me. They don’t understand my choices, and, let’s face it, they’re expecting me to fail. They just can’t see how a career in academics could possibly be financially viable.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “But when I told them I was gay they accepted it without so much as a batted eye. So I guess I actually have a lot to be grateful for, and should probably stop complaining.”

  “You can be grateful they’ve accepted part of you, while being frustrated they’ve tried to change another,” I point out. “It’s a parent’s job to nurture their children’s gifts. To encourage them to explore their passions. I’ve seen the way your whole being lights up when you talk about languages and history and your studies. It’s the way I feel about cars. And I think it’s incredible you’re striving to make a career out of it, regardless of what your parents think.”

  Jai offers a soft smile. “That’s what you’d do if you weren’t king, isn’t it? Work with cars?”

  “Absolutely. I’d be a mechanic, run my own garage.”

  “Mmm…sounds sexy,” Jai purrs.

  I arch a brow. “I’m not sexy now?”

  He lets out a wry chuckle. “Let’s see…a king, who’s a doting father and fixes cars in his spare time? Nope, not sexy at all.”

  I laugh and draw his face to mine so I can claim his lips. And in a matter of moments, the conversation is forgotten as we once again become completely lost in each other.

  No, I definitely won’t be running anywhere this time.

  13

  JAI

  It’s Monday morning and I have a couple hours to spare before my afternoon classes with Tomas and Katya begin, and I can think of no better way to spend the time than making out with Lukas in his office.

  I’ve become an expert at sneaking past his secretary to get in here, and we’ve wiled away more than a few hours fooling around in between his meetings and my classes. I’m sure Boyd is well aware of what’s been going on—nothing seems to escape his notice—but he hasn’t said a word, and if anything, I’d say the stoic security guard is happy about the development, so I’ll take that as a win.

  “We’re becoming a little reckless,” Lukas murmurs into my neck as I straddle him in his desk chair, my cock grinding deliciously against his. “Anybody could walk in.”

  “Are you asking me to leave?”

  He places his hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me even tighter against him. “Definitely not.”

  And then we’re back to making out, our tongues twining together in a rhythm I’m sure I’ll never get enough of.

  There’s a buzz on the speaker on Lukas’s desk, and then the smoothly accented voice of his secretary, Lena. “Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here for his ten o’clock meeting.”

  Lukas freezes underneath me, his eyes blowing wide. It’s beyond clear he forgot all about this meeting. Slowly, he reaches out to press the button on the speaker to reply to Lena. “Just a moment, thank you, Lena.” Then to me, he hisses, “Quick, under the desk.”

  “What?”

  “Just do it!”

  I scramble off his lap and onto the ground, backing into the space under the desk, which fortunately isn’t too cramped. And also, fortunately, has a panel at the front to block me from view.

  The thought enters my mind that perhaps this isn’t the first time Lukas has had to stash someone under his desk, but I quickly discard it. Lukas can barely wrap his head around the thought of a secret sex room inside the palace, no way is he getting up to shenanigans in his office.

  Or, at least, he wasn’t until I showed up…

  I hear the door open and one of Lukas’s guards—Dorev, I think, judging by the Korovan accent—announces the Prime Minister. I stifle a laugh as Lukas begins to rise from his chair before halting and sitting back down, obviously having realized standing would give the Prime Minister a full view of his pants, which are currently tented by his massive hard on.

  “Please, Viktor, have a seat,” Lukas says before shuffling his own chair in further.

  I don’t think it was his intention, but the movement puts his lap perfectly within my reach and I don’t hesitate in lifting my hand to glide over the soft fabric of his suit pants. Lukas lets out a hissed breath and I start to remove my hand, not wanting to get him too riled in front of the Prime Minister. But before I can pull away, to my utter disbelief, he takes hold of my hand and wraps it around his cock. I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself letting out an audible chuckle. What the hell’s happened to the uptight guy who didn’t even want to dance with me?

  I’m so tempted to unzip his pants and pull his cock out so I can take him in my mouth, but I’m worried about the sound the zip might make. Instead I settle for rubbing and nuzzling him over the fabric.

  The conversation happening above the desk flies completely over my head, with the Prime Minister rattling on about something or other and Lukas managing to provide grunted answers of approval.

  “Are you well, Your Majesty?”

  “I’m sorry?” he rasps out.

  “You seem quite distracted. And your face is rather flushed.”

  I take that moment to rub Lukas’s balls, my fist tightening around his cock. He lets out a choked groan before managing to croak out, “I think we should end our meeting here. Thank you, Viktor.”

  I hear a chair scraping against the floor and can only assume the Prime Minister is getting to his feet. A moment later he says, “Your Majesty.” And then his footsteps can be heard, growing fainter and fainter.

  Once the Prime Minister has gone, Lukas pushes back his chair in a rush, and I have to steady myself on the desk to stop from falling flat on my face. He links his fingers around my bicep and drags me out of my hiding place, prompting me to my feet. Then he pushes me toward the secret door that leads to the hidden bathroom. “Get inside.”

  His tone and his expression tell me argument is not an option, so I back my way through the door and he follows straight after. I’m expecting him to start raging at me for embarrassing him in front of the Prime Minister. I’m all set to argue that he was the one who insisted I keep going, but it turns out to be moot. Because he doesn’t scold me. Instead, he grabs me, shoves me against the bathroom wall, and attacks my mouth in a fierce, angry kiss.

  Well, I can definitely get on board if this is how he wants to deal with his frustration…

  “You drive me insane, kotya,” he growls as his kisses move to my jaw. “All I wanted to do for the past twenty minutes was get that idiot out of my office so I could
have you. I don’t even know what he said.”

  I chuckle. “Bad king. You’re supposed to pay attention when your ministers talk.”

  He pushes my blazer off my shoulders and I let it fall in a heap on the tiled floor, then he tugs up my T-shirt and pulls it over my head, his large hands roaming lovingly over my bare skin. I let out a sigh of approval as he dips his head to take one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue sneaking out to swirl around it.

  My hips buck forward of their own accord, clashing against his and I loose a deeper groan as our hard cocks grind together. I clutch at his hard body, but it’s not enough. I need to get under these clothes and feel the heat of his skin.

  “You need to stop wearing so many layers,” I growl in frustration as I rip open his vest and remove his tie. He helps me with his shirt and it’s only a few moments before I’m slipping it down his arms and running my hands over the naked skin of his incredible torso.

  He seals his mouth back against mine, his arms coming around to circle my waist, bringing our bare chests up against each other and our cocks in line once again.

  There’s still too much clothing between us, both of us still in our pants and shoes. Lukas should totally make a decree to allow us to walk around the palace in nothing but sweats. Or better yet, just our briefs. That would make things so much more convenient.

  But then I think of anyone else ogling his incredible body and I shut the idea down in an instant. I’ll deal with the inconvenience if it means I can keep this man all to myself.

  “I can hear your brain whirring,” he murmurs. “What are you thinking about?”

  “Just that I’m glad I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “I am the only one, right?”

  He lets out a wry chuckle and nuzzles against my jaw. “Only you, kotya.”

  We kick off our shoes and scramble out of our pants, our lips crashing back together as Lukas pushes me back against the wall, molding his naked body to mine. God, I will never get enough of this man’s body. The feel of all those straining muscles, his heated skin, the way he fits against me just right.