Page 74 of His Prince
I groan, my head hitting his shoulder, my hips arching up, wanting more.
I hate that he’s tempting me, trying to get me to break, but a little indulgence doesn’t mean anything. It just means that I’m allowing it. I’m allowing him to let me feel good with nothing in it for him.
His fingers snake up the leg of my shorts, cupping my balls gently in his palm before dragging his fingers up to my bare cock and stroking it.
I groan as he tugs on my dick, pulling it free of the confines of myshorts which sit sideways on my hips now. I glance down at it, his strong hand against my cock, and see precum pool at the tip.
“Mikhail,” I gasp, and he chuckles lowly, his lips dragging up my neck to my ear, whispering filthy things and dirty words.
“I’m going to make you scream. Going to make you say my name, sólnyshko.”
I thrust my hips forward, shuttling his fist over my cock, trying like hell to come, need pooling heavily in my balls.
The tip of Mikhail’s tongue slides into my ear and his other hand moves up to my lips, pushing inside, fucking my mouth.
I suck on his fingers, hollowing out my cheeks as he continues to work me toward the blissful edge.
And just when I think I’m going to topple over it, he lets go, his fingers slipping from my mouth and cock, his body no longer against mine.
I turn around, confused and dazed, my balls drawn up tightly, my cock angry and red.
“Mikhail?” I ask, and he just smirks at me.
“Two can play this game, my little Angel.”
I gasp at him, my cock twitching at his mischievous smile and then he adjusts his own dick which is hard and pressed out from his slacks before turning and walking away.
He leaves me standing there, pressed against the wall, mind muddled, and dick unsatisfied. It’s only when I start to regain some sense that I push away from the wall and begin plotting my revenge.
He may think that he’s won, but he hasn’t.
I can promise you that.
I spend the day outside, the sun hiding behind clouds, the spring breeze cool and refreshing. I lay out a nice picnic lunch with Bane and Andrew, and everyone else, as well. I didn’t want them to feel left out.
Mikhail is nowhere to be seen though, disappearing into the house somewhere with Ivan, I’m sure. Jake is working on rebuilding the fountain with Titus and Gael, the two of them smoking while Jake refrains. But the three of them seem to get along, the guards fondly nicknaming Jake, ‘Yakov’. They teach him how to say things in Russian, grinning like loons when he can’t quite pronounce them right while Jake shows them how to sign a slew of cuss words.
They’re getting quite good at it, actually. I’m impressed.
“Seems you have a good crew here,” Andrew says, and I nod.
“I got lucky in that respect.”
Andrew cocks his head at me as he leans back on his elbows just as Bane appears from the woods, a loopy grin on his face.
“Guys, guess what? I found George’s house. He won’t let me in, locked the door, but I found it,” he flops down next to me and places his head in my lap. “He glared at me through the window real hard. So I gave him a nice show.”
“A show of what?” I ask, and Bane sighs, turning his body so he’s facing me.
“I jacked off right onto his plants. A nice big load.”
Andrew chuckles, and I flick my fingers against his forehead. “He’s not going to like that.”
“He’s not, but he watched the entire time. So I feel like I’m winning. Maybe he’ll give me a spanking later for being a bad boy.”
I grin at him just as Felix approaches with a dolly full of boxes, both large and small. “Delivery for you, little husband.”
I stare at it and then swat Bane away, reaching for the boxes that Felix places near my side and prying them open. Inside each of them are beautiful pots, each with brightly colored mosaics on the sides in all shapes and sizes. So much more than the two that he broke. There’s at least half a dozen in here.