Prince

by Cambria Hebert

  He frowned. “You’ll get cold.”

  “I want you to keep me warm.”

  The towel he was using to dry his hair slipped down, catching on his shoulder. A flash of something dominant and delicious burst in his eyes, making my spine tingle with anticipation. But even with heavy need pulsing all around us, he assured me. “We don’t have to do this tonight.”

  “I want to.”

  I’d spent the entire day trying to get some space, trying to reconcile my fear, hell, even seeking out abuse, thinking maybe I could spare myself pain later… but all it did was lead me back here. Was he the cause or the answer?

  My fear or my safety?

  My pleasure or my pain?

  It seemed Ethan was all of those things to me, all of them in a single man. Perhaps none of them could exist without the other.

  Our towels landed, abandoned, on the bathroom tile, lying in a heap just like our clothes. Hands entwined, he led me into the bedroom, which was only lit by the sparkling city beyond the window.

  We moved, two bodies as a single silhouette, toward the massive bed with welcoming silk sheets. As I climbed onto the mattress, I spared a glance for the kitten, seeing her curled up in the center of a plush blanket that Ethan had folded to make more cushiony. The plate of food nearby was empty, and she seemed content in her makeshift bed.

  All thoughts of her vanished when Ethan moved beside the mattress, golden skin highlighted by the moon.

  Anticipation curled my toes, and I opened my arms to welcome him.

  25

  Ethan

  * * *

  I’ve never wanted to give so much of myself to anyone. Hell, until now, I didn’t realize I even had this much to offer. People always seemed to only desire my status, power, and money.

  Fletcher was different.

  He wanted me. My attention. My touch. The comfort of my presence. It was like this misfit saw things no one else bothered to look for, and it was those things he valued most.

  And right now, he was giving me something he’d never given anyone before.

  Rights to his body, an invitation into his heart.

  Maybe I didn’t know a lot of details about his past, but I knew this was a big deal, the trust he was holding out. Trust I would cherish.

  As I slipped into the bed beside him, the cool sheet settled over our bare bodies, enclosing us in an intimate shared space.

  My heart thumped so heavily my ribs felt bruised, and my stomach quivered. Buzzing emotion soared through my veins, and the weight of delicious responsibility settled over me when those doe eyes innocently looked for me to lead.

  Possessiveness had my palm curling around his bare hip, sliding him through the distance between us until our skin met, making the back of my neck tingle.

  Words seemed superficial at this point. The emotions welling between us meant far more than any words ever could. It was in this moment that actions would speak louder than words, so dipping low, I fused our mouths together.

  Like Velcro, we fit together, mouths fastening like two halves of a whole. Gliding eagerly against each other, tongues reaching and swirling while his hand closed around my bicep to squeeze. Tugging him flush against me, I deepened the kiss, exploring every part of his wet mouth, lapping him up and swallowing him down with a thirst that would never be quenched.

  Tasting him was like the first sip of a freshly made beverage or the first taste of your favorite dessert. The first taste was always the most satisfying, the most delicious. His flavor never diluted, no matter how many times I licked, sucked, or tugged his lips between mine. He exploded relentlessly across my tongue every single second, making it hard to think or breathe.

  I was filled with desire to consume, to satiate this ever-growing need I felt for him.

  His teeth sank into my lower lip, nipping and then settling a little deeper. My lashes lifted so I could stare with hazy eyes in surprise.

  Oh, my little kiss monster loved to kiss, but rarely did he ever grow bold.

  At first, I feared I’d somehow been too rough and this bite was retaliation, but when our eyes met, I saw the cloudy haze in his, accompanied by a little naughty glint.

  I started to smile, and he bit down again, pulling my bottom lip out away from my face. Knowing he was watching, wanting to know if his little game was okay, I groaned deep in my throat, thrusting against him so he knew I approved.

  After nibbling another moment, he released, following up the bite with a soothing lick of his tongue.

  My eyes fluttered closed again, and I deepened the kiss once more, rolling so he was beneath me. I loved when he was under me like this, how I covered him completely, keeping him all to myself.

  We were both already painfully hard when our dicks thrust together. I could feel the warm slick of precum on us both, making it all the easier for our throbbing shafts to slide along.

  A shudder moved through him, breaking the kiss. The sound of our lips unsealing echoed through the quiet bedroom. Gazing down, I took him in, finding a boy with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and half-lidded eyes. His hair was still damp, falling in his eyes, and his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

  “Is my puppy okay?” I murmured low, not wanting the sound of my voice to break whatever it was that filled the air.

  Instead of answering, he looped his arms around my neck and used my body to pull himself up, pressing his face into the side of my neck. The familiar feel of his slick lips caressed my throat, grip slackening as he moved down to my chest, lingering above my pounding heart.

  Completely unnerved by the intimate reply, I swallowed thickly, trying to regain some composure as he fell back into the pillow, looking up and puckering his lips.

  Forgetting all about composure, I dove in, kissing him all over again but dragging my lips over his jaw and down his neck.

  Little whines floated above my head as he stretched to give me even greater access.

  “Mine,” I growled, latching on and sucking deep.

  His body arched off the mattress, a perfect opportunity for my palm to fit against the small curve of his back. Holding his body against mine, I sucked until I knew there would be a mark, then moved down to suck another at his collarbone.

  He whimpered and moved restlessly, hands gripping me tight. It seemed as though he wanted to be owned just as much as I wanted to own him, which made the dominant part of me roar with delight. Finished with my task, I proudly stared down at the marks I’d left on him, satisfaction tattooing itself on my heart.

  Despite me holding him so tight, his hips thrust, seeking friction and moaning a bit when he found it. We moved together seamlessly for long moments, my lips closing over his nipple to suck.

  The hands that had been gripping me fell onto the bed, his body bending over the palm placed at the curve of his spine. He was like an offering of the sweetest kind, completely pliant and boneless in my hold.

  Trusting me to give him pleasure and take nothing he didn’t offer.

  I love you.

  My heart beat to the tune of those three words as I continued to kiss down his narrow waist, carefully pulling my hand from his back to lay him out under me to devour.

  His gasp of surprise tightened my balls when I swirled my tongue around his belly button, then dove in, wetting the dip in his body, offering a preview of what it might be like to feel my tongue invading other places he possessed.

  My name was a mere echo floating up to the ceiling while his fingers tangled in my hair. I chuckled huskily when he pushed me down, wanting my tongue somewhere else.

  “Patience,” I muttered, kissing his pubic bone and then slipping around the proudly erect cock to sink my teeth into the soft flesh of his inner thigh.

  Gasping, he opened his legs wider, body arching up once more.

  So responsive. So sensitive.

  All mine.

  Settling between his spread thighs, I sat up, allowing myself the pleasure of staring down at his languid body. Kiss marks littered his
neck and collarbone, and a new one darkened his inner thigh. His waist was damp from my tongue, and his lower belly was slick with precum.

  In the center of it all was his manhood, stiff and throbbing, the head already flushed and swollen.

  Another incoherent sound came from above as he reached to grab himself as if the pressure of waiting was too much to bear.

  Intercepting his hand, I wrapped mine around it, keeping it from grabbing his erection.

  “Ethan,” he half whined, half demanded.

  Chuckling, I brought his hand up to my lips, sucking two fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue to wet both digits.

  His eyes widened, teeth sinking into his lower lip.

  I sucked them deeper, making sure they were good and slick before pulling his hand down, directing it to my aching dick.

  A hint of shyness crossed his face, his eyes skirting away from mine.

  My heart squeezed with his cuteness, and I wanted him even more. “Play with this for a minute,” I instructed, rubbing his wet fingers along my shaft to make it easier for him to pump me.

  His hand tightened immediately, his shyness no match for desire.

  I sagged back onto my haunches, letting myself get caught up in the blissful feeling of him working me.

  He was a little clumsy, which oddly made me love it more. Knowing he was learning with me, that he’d only ever been like this with me, made me weak.

  As he stroked my length, I reached into the bedside table for a bottle of lube and a condom, bringing them back to lay near his hip.

  His eyes followed the items even as he pumped my cock, hand stuttering a bit.

  “I’ll stop whenever you want.” I reminded him, sincerely meaning it.

  Eyes flashing up to mine, he jutted his tongue out to wet his lower lip. Pushing up, he leaned in, holding my cock out like a treat.

  I made a sound of protest, but his fist tightened, eyes pleading, and I relented.

  The first few licks were small like he was sampling a new flavor of ice cream he wasn’t sure he would like. I held my breath. With every lick, the feel of his lightly textured tongue was a combination of heaven and hell against my throbbing dick.

  After a moment of licking, his head lifted, and I forced my stare down.

  “I like it,” he announced before taking me fully into his mouth and making mine fall open with a wordless scream.

  My God, he went from little kitten licks to sucking me deep as if he might starve without it.

  My stomach jerked, the muscles spasming as he drew back only to plunge down again.

  “Puppy,” I begged, my voice strained and weak. Pushing his shoulder lightly, I tried to dislodge his lips from my cock.

  I felt his big eyes look up my stomach, past my chest. I watched him lick over my head, swiping across the slit and making me shudder.

  Pulling back, I denied him more access, at the same time reminding myself he clearly had no idea the effect he had on me.

  “Lie down,” I said a little more roughly than I intended.

  He lay back obediently, and goddammit, that made me even harder.

  “Good boy,” I crooned, moving over him, caging him in.

  “I like it when you say that,” he confessed, refusing to meet my stare.

  Ah, so someone’s got a praise kink, I thought, filing that information away for later.

  “Yeah?” I crooned, cupping the side of his face to press a quick kiss on his nose. “Well, it’s true. You are my good boy.”

  His body moved restlessly, clearly ready for more. As I slid down, I thought of how accepting he was in the shower, how he seemed to like the way we played.

  He sighed thickly the minute my fist wrapped around his shaft. I spent a few minutes pumping him, making him moan before reaching for the small bottle of lube.

  Not wanting him to tense up, I leaned down, taking him into my mouth. The sounds he made covered up the snap of the lid, and I didn’t think he noticed as I coated my finger.

  Pulling back, I dribbled a little more on my hand, warming it between my fingers before wrapping the slick digits around his hot rod.

  His body bucked up, and I pushed his thighs wide.

  “Feels good,” he mumbled.

  “I know,” I said, his pleasure becoming my own.

  As I worked him, my other hand slipped over his thighs, caressing his sack and down his perineum. When my slick finger circled his hole, I felt his body tense just slightly, so I did exactly as I had in the shower, massaging the sensitive area until he was accustomed to my touch.

  Taking him back into my mouth, I slipped in the tip of one finger, and a little moan left his throat.

  My heart was hammering, nerves bunched tight. I wanted so badly for this to be good for him, but in all truth, I’d never done this with a virgin, and because I was always the “top,” I didn’t know exactly what he might be feeling.

  Add that I’d never before been so worried about someone else’s pleasure, so willing to forgo my own to make sure he was taken care of.

  Fletcher didn’t have a lot of consideration in his life. His needs almost never came first. I was hell-bent on changing that, on being that for him. Even if it meant a painful dick and a case of blue balls.

  I knew the more relaxed and loose I could get him, the much less painful this first time would be.

  So I settled in between his thighs and worked slowly, using generous amounts of lube to slide my fingers in and out.

  By the time I made it to two full fingers inside him, he started to move a little, testing what it was like to push down on the pressure my fingers provided. He was tight and hot. The way his channel squeezed my fingers made me want to come right there.

  I wanted to add a third finger, but before I did…

  “Ahh.” Fletcher gasped, hips bucking up toward the ceiling. “W-what was that?”

  “That’s your prostate. Feels good, right?”

  “Do it again.”

  Smiling, I curled my fingers against the bundle of nerves I’d found, applying just the right amount of pressure.

  He gasped and thrashed again as pleasure rippled over his limbs, lifting his skin with goose bumps.

  “How’d you do that?” He panted, legs moving restlessly.

  Chuckling, I added more lube and then carefully inserted another finger.

  He made a sound, his legs going tense. “Ah, I don’t—”

  Stilling my hand, I didn’t thrust deeper or pull out. Instead, I held still, allowing him to adjust to the intrusion. “Do you want me to stop?”

  He was quiet a moment. After another heartbeat, I started to retreat. “You did so well,” I praised. “I’ll let you come now, and then I’ll hold you.”

  He shoved up on his elbows, whole face a mask of blissed-out pleasure. Reaching down, he caught my wrist, stopping me from pulling all the way out. “No.” He panted. “Don’t stop.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You aren’t.” He promised, eyes sincere. “Just… kiss me.”

  I moved up, latching onto his lips, tongue slipping into his mouth. He settled back down, sighing into the kiss, wiggling a little to remind me to keep going. After another minute of kissing, I did, pushing in all three fingers.

  His body accepted me, and I rewarded him with a stroke to that magic gland, and he broke the kiss with his shudder.

  “More.” He panted.

  I did it again.

  He groaned, the sound of his pleasure making me huff.

  “I want you now.”

  I hesitated, knowing that my dick was much wider than three fingers. Putting my forehead against his, I whispered, “I can’t promise it won’t hurt at first.”

  “I know. I’ll take the pain if it’s you.”

  A broken sound filled the space between us. My heart literally fell from my chest. He owned me. Completely.

  With a shuddering breath, I left his body and smoothed a condom down over my seriously aching cock. I felt his eyes w
atching as I added too much lube to myself before adding even more to him.

  His shaft had started to soften, clearly in anticipation of pain, so I bent, taking it between my lips to suck gently, feeling it harden anew.

  When the tip of my head met his slick hole, I paused. Our eyes meeting in the dark.

  Planting a hand on either side of him, I kissed him deeply, languidly, putting all the reassurance I possessed into the kiss.

  With the first push, I slid about halfway in, his nails sinking into my side. Panting, I held myself there, our lips no longer kissing but still together.

  “More,” he whispered, and so I pushed the rest of the way in, seating myself completely into his body.

  A sound vibrated his throat, and his nails dug so deep into my sides I was sure there would be marks. Gazing down into his face, I noted his watery eyes and pursed lips.

  “Puppy,” I murmured, stroking the hair off his forehead. “Such a good boy for me. I’m all the way inside you now. You took all of me so well.”

  He made a sound, and I smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “That’s my good boy.”

  The effort it took to not move, to feel his incredibly tight channel clench around my throbbing rod, was almost torture, but I withstood the desire to thrust and pound into him because no matter what I was feeling right now, he felt more.

  Another minute ticked by as I peppered his eyelids, nose, and cheeks with soft kisses, whispering words of praise between each brush of my lips.

  Eventually, the grip on my sides loosened, and his breath fanned across my face. “You can move now.”

  “Are you sure?”

  He nodded.

  I slid out, then pushed in again, this time both of us groaning. I moved slowly at first until his body started to respond, moving with me, his ass pushing down to meet my thrusts.

  The room filled with the sound of lube squelching between our bodies. Moans and pants bounced off the walls, and then I found his prostate.

  A high-pitched whine erupted, Fletcher silencing it with a slap of his hand over his mouth.

  Stopping mid-thrust, I tugged his hand from his mouth. “No,” I said a little more sternly than I’d spoken previously. “Don’t cover your sounds. They’re mine.”