Page 59 of His Prince
I’ve heard it so rarely that it makes me hesitate a moment, not sure what to do.
“You’re a filthy, tempting boy, aren’t you?” he asks when I wet my lips, the pleasure of our cocks pressed together, the pressure I’m placing on them still light as I shuttle my fist slowly up and down, my breath coming out in desperate pants.
“I’m not filthy or tempting,” I say even as I groan when I twist my wrist and feel need shoot through me, tingles pulsing up my spine as I spread my legs a little wider.
“You are. You’re my little devil. You make me sin.”
Those words…
The arm that’s propping me up starts shaking as I hover above him, wishing I had the strength to keep myself off him just like this, but I have to move. I can’t stay like this. I’ll fall on top of him if I keep this up.
“Here. Let me,” Mikhail says, the blue of his eyes almost entirely gone, an eclipse of his pupil.
“That would mean you get to touch me,” I groan as I try to keepmyself steady, but between my shaking arm and the pleasure zinging through me, I can’t hold out much longer.
“Just this once,” he whispers as his fingers remove mine from our cocks, allowing both my hands to rest near his head. And then his fist squeezes our combined lengths and I arch back, my body shaking from the feel of it, the sensation of him jerking us in tandem.
“So fucking pretty,” he whispers, and I bite my bottom lip so hard I swear I draw blood. I will not let his praise crack my hardened heart. I won’t. “So. Fucking. Good.”
I want to tell him to be quiet, to shut his sexy mouth, to not look at me while he gets us off, but all I do is cant my hips up into his fist and try to hold back the orgasm that’s pulsing through me. This is my fault. I should have just fucked him like I’d planned, facing away from him and closing my eyes, but I chose this.
I did this to myself.
“You going to come?” he asks, his chest heaving, his biceps flexing over and over.
“No. Never.”
“Come for me, my little sinner.”
“Fu—oh god,” I moan and then close my eyes, feeling my balls draw up, and my release explodes from me. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I empty myself across his abdomen and Mikhail follows me over, his dick pulsing against mine, his body trembling from the force of it.
As we come down from it, I continue to hover over him, wondering what the hell I’m doing. Finally, I peel myself away, rolling onto my side and burrowing into the pillow beneath me. I’m still trying to find air for my lungs when Mikhail shifts next to me, and I open my eyes to see him swiping a finger through our combined release.
His gaze slams into mine, and I force my eyes shut again.
“You can pretend all you want, but I know,” he murmurs.
He doesn’t elaborate, just moves up and into the bathroom as Ilet his words roll around in my skull. What the hell is he talking about? What does he know?
That I like it?
I fucking liked it.
I turn on my other side, hugging the edge of the bed and curling beneath the covers. I hate myself.
I’ll do better next time. I won’t let him know how much I enjoy sex.
With him.
The next day it’s raining and I hate this for me. I want to be out in the garden, working, but I’m stuck inside as thunder and lightning roll across the skies.
Perhaps when it’s just drizzling, I can go out and get back to work.
I need to escape this tomb of a home. Although, with the paint and wallpaper, new pillows, and rugs, it’s starting to feel a little more alive.
It helps that everyone seems to be spending more time inside as well, and Mikhail has made himself scarce. Anytime he shows up, people seem to disperse and disappear, leaving me alone.
Well, everyone but Casey.