Prince

by Cambria Hebert

  “B-but—” He started to protest, but I thrust against that sensitive bundle again. “Oh God,” he moaned.

  Angling a little deeper, I pushed in again, this time wrapping an arm around one of his thighs.

  His moans and gasps became a song my hips danced to, my dick pulsing with the need to come so desperately that spots began swimming in my vision.

  Reaching between us, I stroked his dick, using my thumb to spread the pearly liquid over his tip, dragging it down the vein running down the side.

  His whole body tightened.

  “Oh God, I need—” The sound of his desperation was punctuated by the slapping sound his hand made on my arm.

  “That’s it, my good boy. Right there,” I said, teeth tight as I began hammering more ruthlessly into his prostate. My hand sped up to match, and then he was coming, white ribbons of release spurting out across his lower belly and even going as far as his chest.

  His entire body writhed and shuddered, mouth open but no sound coming out. I slowed a little but kept stroking him inside and out, working him through the entire orgasm before he collapsed, completely boneless underneath me.

  The last stroke of my hand made him wince, and I knew he was likely nearing the zone of oversensitivity.

  Pulling my hand away, I leaned down, pressing a kiss against his chest, then one on his cheek. “Okay?”

  “My whole body tingles,” he slurred.

  I chuckled, pleased he was pleasured.

  My own dick jerked inside him, reminding me of my own desperate need. I drew back, starting to slip out, but his legs wrapped around my hips, pushing me all the way back in.

  I groaned.

  “Inside me, E.”

  I was in no headspace to argue, a low growl all I could manage as my hips started pumping. It didn’t take long, already at my limit and easily pushed over by staring down at his release decorating his chest, blown-out pupils, and love bites adorning his neck.

  The only warning I gave was a low shout and the stiffening of my body, and I thrust deep one last time, shuddering into the side of his neck as my cock jerked and jerked inside him.

  As I came, Fletcher’s arms wound around me, holding me tight as I emptied into his body.

  Eventually, I came down from the high, limbs weak, forehead damp, and, frankly, slightly dizzy. Pushing up, he winced, and I frowned, making sure to be extra careful when pulling out.

  Gazing down between his thighs, I wished it wasn’t so dark so I could see the condition he was in, wanting to make sure I wasn’t too rough.

  Pulling off the condom and tying it off, I lay down beside him, tucking my arm around his side to nuzzle his cheek. “How do you feel?”

  “Mmm,” he grunted.

  Patiently, I nuzzled his cheek again. “Fletcher, I need you to use your words.”

  His head turned toward me, and a smile filled his face. “I’m really good, E. That was… It’s even better than kissing.”

  Pride and relief swirled inside me, making me smile. “How much do you hurt?”

  Turning his head, he buried his face into my neck. “Maybe just a little.”

  I didn’t want to take away the bliss we both felt, but I knew the importance of aftercare because, truly, it would set the tone for the next time we did this.

  I wanted to ensure he was comfortable before, during, and after because, honestly, all of those things worked together to create an experience that was pleasurable to us both.

  Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I started to slide out of bed.

  A sound of distress followed me, along with his grabby hand.

  “I’m not going anywhere, puppy. I’m just cleaning us up.”

  “Don’t wanna.”

  Laughing beneath my breath, I said, “I’ll take care of you.”

  Before I could retreat, he reached out for me. I gave him my hand.

  “Ethan?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’m really glad you’re my first.”

  My heart swelled, but then I climbed back on the bed, hovering over him with intensity that made his sleepy eyes widen.

  “I’m glad I’m your first too, puppy. But you need to know that I’m also your only.”

  The alarm that originally sparked in his widening eyes faded fast, and a languid smile warmed up his small face. “My only.”

  “Don’t you forget it.” I warned.

  “I won’t,” he said, still smiling. Laying a hand on my cheek, he whispered, “My only prince.”

  My heart was still fluttering when I stepped into the bathroom.

  26

  Fletcher

  * * *

  The splash of warm water and the feel of it enveloping me made me sigh.

  “Lean back,” Ethan murmured, gently pulling my naked body to rest against his chest.

  I winced a little, my back and lower body stiff in ways I hadn’t known before, but then Ethan was there, taking all of my weight and gently splashing the bathwater up over my chest and shoulders.

  Despite the little bit of pain I felt down there, I was completely relaxed, satiated deep in my bones. I knew it would hurt some, and I wasn’t wrong, but the pain only lasted a moment whereas the pleasure still lingered.

  I didn’t know it could be like this between two people. I didn’t know how overwhelming it would be to have him inside me, to feel him move within. He’d been careful and patient, building and building the tension even though I felt the effort of it make his arms tremble.

  No one ever cared about me that much before.

  No one ever thought about me first.

  I was in love with him.

  Irrevocably so.

  I loved him so fast and so fiercely that I couldn’t be sure the pain I felt wasn’t from that rather than the pain of him penetrating my body.

  “Hey.” His gentle voice broke into my thoughts. “What’s going on in that head?”

  Ignoring the protest in my body, I turned, climbing into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist.

  Looping my arms around his neck, I pillowed my cheek on his shoulder. When his arms didn’t instantly close around me, I wiggled closer, wanting to be surrounded by him completely.

  A small sound vibrated his chest, his arms enclosing me tight.

  I sighed dramatically, nosing against his neck.

  “Fletch,” Ethan said, gently stroking my back. “If I hurt you, you have to tell me.”

  “Please don’t leave me,” I said, the words jumping out before I could stop them.

  His body stilled. The hands stroking me stopped.

  When he tried to peel me back, I clung, making a desperate sound.

  “Why would I leave you?” he asked, cupping the back of my head.

  I shrugged. Because everyone leaves. Because you’re too good for me.

  “Didn’t I just tell you back there that I’m your only? I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Even if you leave, you’ll still be my only,” I whispered.

  It was true. He’d won my heart. My loyalty and my trust. In my world, that was almost impossible. The only people to have ever done that before were my brothers and Ivory.

  But even this was different… deeper somehow. I let him inside me. Just thinking about him leaving made it hard to breathe.

  This time, Ethan peeled me off his chest, refusing to let me cling.

  “Look at me,” he demanded, and automatically, I listened. “I will not leave you. You’re mine, but I’m also yours.”

  My heart lightened a little. “You’re mine?”

  “Oh yes, puppy. All yours.”

  I sniffled, diving back into his neck.

  “All yours,” he crooned, holding me tight.

  Emotions pummeled me as I clung to him. His reassurance kept me anchored. I felt like this day had lasted many weeks, but instead, everything happened all at once.

  I couldn’t regret it, though. I couldn’t find any ounce of remorse inside me for everything that led me here, to his arms,
to his bed.

  He let me sniffle a little longer, whispering soothing words, stroking my back, and pouring gentle cascades of water over me until he finally lifted me away.

  He washed us both in quiet, my hungry eyes eating up his face, memorizing his features.

  Every so often, he would smile and kiss me.

  Did I mention I liked kisses?

  I was disgruntled when he left me in the bath to soak while he changed the sheets on the bed. Soon enough, he was back and lifting me out of the tub, supporting my weight while I got dried. My legs were still weak and shaky from sex, my lower back and, ah, behind sore.

  When I was dry, he pulled one of his T-shirts over my head, then swept me off my feet.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You can’t walk yet.”

  “I can too!” I argued even though he was right.

  The bedside lamp was on, the curtains drawn closed. The kitten was still sleeping on the blanket, her fur fluffy now that she was dry.

  After setting me on the bed, Ethan grasped one of my ankles and started to spread my legs.

  “Hey!” I said, trying to shake him off.

  “I need to look at you.”

  My entire face and neck burned. “You do not.”

  His blue eyes leveled me with a humorous stare. “So you’ll let me put my fingers and my cock in you, but you won’t let me look?”

  “You don’t need to look,” I hissed, face on fire. Then I noticed the tube of cream in his hand. “What’s that?”

  “It’s for you. I want to take away as much soreness as I can.”

  My heart melted a little at the thought.

  He used it to his advantage and pushed my legs apart.

  I made a sound, but he shushed me. “Hold still.”

  Grabbing a pillow, I pulled it over my face while he stared. He made a soft sound, and then a second later, he said, “I’m touching you.”

  His finger with the cream wasn’t cold as though he’d spent time warming it between his fingers. I winced a little when he spread it around but then relaxed because it felt kind of good. After applying just a bit more, he pulled away.

  My knees fell together, and I listened to him move around. Then the pillow was plucked from my face.

  “All done.”

  I felt myself blush even more.

  He kissed me softly and then switched out the light.

  We settled together in the bed with him folding his body around me protectively.

  “Ethan?” I asked, into the night.

  “Hmm?”

  “Was I okay?”

  He was quiet a moment, making my stomach twist.

  “Like, did you like it?” My questions echoed into the silence.

  Gentle hands tugged me onto my back. His blond hair and face hovered over me in the darkness. “I’m sorry I made you wonder, sweetheart. I loved it. Every single minute of it. You were so perfect, and I already want you again.”

  My toes curled in the blankets, and my stomach tumbled, a soft smile pulling my lips. “That’s good.”

  “C’mon then, let me hold you. You need to sleep.”

  Meow. The tiny sound resonated from beside the bed.

  “Oh!” I said, pulling out of his embrace to stare down at the glowing white kitten.

  Meow.

  “Are you lonely?” I asked her.

  Ethan sighed loudly, sliding out of bed on the other side. All he wore was a pair of tight boxer briefs, and it totally distracted me when he bent to scoop up the tiny kitten.

  I thought he would put her back on her blanket, and it made my chest ache a little.

  But he didn’t.

  He set her on the bed, right against my body.

  Feeling my surprise, he laughed low. “You won’t be able to sleep unless you know she’s okay.”

  “Thank you,” I said quietly as the kitten began to purr.

  Back in bed, Ethan slid up behind me once again. “Come here, my puppy and my kitten,” he said, spooning around me and the kitten who was lying in a ball against my stomach.

  I’d never in my entire life felt so complete.

  27

  Ethan

  * * *

  Responsibility was not new to me. I’d grown up in a world where it was pretty much assigned at birth along with your last name and bank account.

  I never minded much. The responsibilities I had in life were things I could handle easily, perhaps because I’d known them from birth.

  The responsibility of love was completely different.

  Lying in bed with Fletcher curled into my side and a tiny fluffball somehow using us both as a mattress, I realized I never knew love. Not like this.

  Love in my world was different. Somehow cold and less emotional. While I knew my parents loved me, they always seemed a bit distant as though I wasn’t just their son but a trophy of sorts. They’d given me a wonderful life full of every advantage, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized their kind of love felt limited.

  But him… Fletcher. Emotion pummeled me whenever he was near. Every feeling, every moment was heightened with him, everything seemed so… endless.

  I discovered quickly there was no limit to the depth of my love for him. Just when I thought I’d maxed out, he’d do something to push me deeper.

  Last night was… overwhelming. Exhilarating. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

  The way he looked at me, the way he bowed beneath my touch. Complete trust. Complete faith.

  He inspired wild and deep emotion I could literally feel coursing through my veins. And with these unbridled feelings came a new type of responsibility, one that wasn’t easily handled.

  In a way, I felt like I was stumbling around in the dark, and while I wasn’t afraid of the dark, I was afraid now.

  What if I let him down? What if being in unknown territory made me stagger? What if these overwhelming feelings acted like heavy fog, making it hard to see the right way?

  Suddenly, the responsibility of bearing someone else’s heart was so much more terrifying than handling my own. I loved his more than mine, and I didn’t want to let him down.

  If the feelings I had last night standing inside an art exhibit with Sienna were weighted enough to confess I was already with someone, then this morning, they were tenfold.

  I didn’t regret at all telling her. If anything, I was relieved. But I did regret agreeing to wait to tell my parents until she was gone.

  It made me feel like a coward, but a coward I really was not.

  Or was I? Is that why I’d never told my parents I was gay? Was I afraid it would be beyond the limits of their love?

  No. Yes. Fuck.

  Yes. I guess part of me thought they wouldn’t accept me. They were very old-school money who cared very much about image. No. I didn’t really care because if they did turn me away, I would be fine. I had plenty of money and connections of my own.

  But I saw no reason to rock the boat.

  Until now.

  For Fletcher, I’d drain an entire ocean.

  Keeping an arm anchored around Fletch, I snatched my cell off the charger to shoot a brief text to Bree. I’m coming in late. Reschedule my morning.

  Then I shot off another text to my trainer. Can’t train this AM. I’ll make it up tomorrow.

  The thought of a more punishing workout than I normally did was intense, but not as intense as the need to stay in this bed.

  Bree: Are you sick? Migraine? Do you need me to come over?

  Trainer: I’ll be there earlier than normal tomorrow.

  After sending a brief agreement to the trainer, I typed another message to Bree.

  Everything is fine, just need the morning off.

  When that was done, I scrolled through my contacts and found the one I needed, sending off another message.

  After relaying a fourth and final message to Jane, saying I didn’t need her this morning, I replaced the phone on the nightstand and rolled to cuddle Fletcher
.

  I never thought I’d be the kind of guy to cuddle anyone, but now imagining not doing it with him made me ache.

  Though still asleep, a small sound vibrated his throat, his cheek rubbing against my bare chest. Absentmindedly, my fingers stroked his hair, lips pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

  Long fingers spider-crawled over my abs, making them ripple under the whispering attention. Languidly, he continued exploring, tracing the contours of my muscle, circling my belly button, and tracing the waistband of my boxers.

  It didn’t matter that he was probably half asleep. It didn’t matter he was just innocently exploring my body… It turned me on. Desire I carried only for him ignited, chasing all my conflicting thoughts to the back of my mind.

  “Your heart is beating faster.” His voice was scratchy and heavy with sleep. Just the tone sent tingles racing over my scalp.

  “Because you’re touching me,” I murmured, fingers departing his hair to caress his ear.

  Lifting his cheek, Fletcher pressed an open-mouthed, gentle kiss to where he’d just been lying over my heart. The tender action caught my breath. All I could do was stare.

  “I missed you a lot yesterday.” He confessed, face turned up but eyes unable to settle on mine. “I tried so hard not to, but I just…” He buried his face in my neck.

  Cupping my hand around his shoulder, I gave it a light squeeze. “Just what?”

  I hung in limbo, the unexpected words so sweet they instantly created a craving for more.

  “I just really wanted you,” he whispered.

  “I just really wanted you too.”

  His head lifted. “Really?”

  I made a sound. “Why else would I ride around on a subway searching for you?”

  “I ran away.”

  “And I followed,” I echoed. “I will always follow no matter where you go.”

  The room swelled with chemistry. His lower lip disappeared into his mouth where he sucked just enough to make it glimmer when he let go.

  Golden eyes dropped to my mouth, and his entire body swayed closer, silently asking for what he wanted.

  It was a gentle meeting of lips at first, languid and easy with our tongues reaching out at exactly the same time. His mouth was slick as though he’d been salivating for this kiss, his mouth anticipating mine.