Chapter 15

Chapter

Fifteen

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"Tell me what feels good."

Prince is crouching between my legs as I sit on the edge of his bed. He tugs my second boot off and sets it aside, then rests his palms on my shins.

"Fuck," I moan.

Everywhere Prince touches, sparks fly. Even places I didn't know could be erogenous are quickly turning out to be hotspots under his skilled hands.

"Or you can show me," Prince teases, glancing pointedly between my legs. "That works, too."

I know, I know. My toga is barely functional anymore. The stupid costume has ridden up to the tops of my thighs. Without any underwear… there's just no way to hide what's poking up under the thin fabric.

I bet he can see my hard-on from underneath.

That thought actually makes the blood rush down south even faster as heat scorches my cheeks.

I fumble with the stupid pin at the shoulder, and then I just grab the damn thing by the hem. "Let me get this?—"

"Whoa," Prince grabs my wrists as fast as that, pulling my hands away from the toga as he gives me a stern glance. "You haven't given me a lot of ways to undress you tonight. I've got to make every piece of clothing count."

Then, he lets go of my wrists and gives me one solid shove to the chest. I flop back onto his bed with a squeak, my hands flying over my head, but Prince stays right where he is, kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed.

"Oh my God," I breathe out as his hands slide up the insides of my thighs. I'm squirming underneath his palms, fighting for every breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…!"

I'm pretty sure I know why he's there now. I can't stop imagining what it's going to be like to have his hot mouth around my needy cock. I don't think I'll have any problems getting there tonight—in fact, I'm not even sure I'm going to have a refractory period between rounds.

"For example, I take it you like this." Prince's touch slows as he rubs down across the backs of my legs and up again. My toga is riding further and further up—and there's already a wet spot of precum showing against the white fabric.

Fuck. I'm so turned on it hurts.

" Please ," I pant for breath.

"Is that a yes?" Prince stops with his hands on my inner thighs, just short of where I so desperately want his fingers to go. My cock twitches in midair, but he doesn't budge, waiting for my answer.

"Yes, yes, yes !"

Prince hums with satisfaction. "Good. You like being touched slowly… treasured and teased."

I drag my hands down my face to cover it, blushing furiously into my palms. Is he going to make me listen to a description of all my turn-ons? I'm pretty sure he is. And given how much I'm burning up… I think I'm going to like it.

"What else do you like?" Prince murmurs. He slowly hooks his thumbs into the hem of the toga, dragging it up across my cock until I'm panting open-mouthed at the soft, teasing sensation.

"Off," I moan.

Prince laughs, but he tugs it all the way up to my waist in one quick move, and over my head in another.

And I'm naked, splayed across his bed as he sinks back into a crouch between my legs. He gazes past my hard cock and up the length of my body, sizing me up like a prince with his kingdom.

I'm his.

"What else do you want, Beauty?"

I lick my lips nervously, trying to cast my mind back to the last couple of encounters. He already knows how to make me lose my mind with pleasure.

"I… I don't know yet," I murmur. "I haven't found out."

I peek through my fingers to find Prince gazing up at me thoughtfully. One hand rests on my thigh, the other on my hip, his fingers framing the base of my cock—which twitches hard as soon as I notice that.

Fuck.

I want to tell him, even if I'm shy about it. I want him to know everything.

"That night was my first time," I whisper, my hands sliding down to my chest.

"Oh," Prince breathes out, his eyes widening as he stares at me. "Seriously? First time ever ? And you… I… we …" he trails off, mouth still hanging open.

It's hilarious, the look on his face. He's definitely remembering everything he did to me in the moonlight—more forceful and unrelenting than I'd ever dared to fantasize about. But if he's having second thoughts, then I'm glad he didn't know back then, because I wouldn't change a single thing.

"It wasn't bad, for a first time," I tell him, stifling my giggle. "So I know I like that. Everything else, we'll just have to see."

"Jesus, Beauty," Prince whispers, shaking his head as he recovers his wits. "Good thing you're such a fast learner. We've got a lot of ground to cover."

Then he presses a kiss on the inside of my thigh, and I melt into a puddle right there under his hands. Heat throbs through me, and with every kiss—further and further up my thigh—I moan louder.

It doesn't feel as strange as I thought it would, showing all my reactions. I've spent so long practicing lying still in the moonlight. I never imagined that my fantasy prince would want to see my reactions—study me so closely in the light, so he can please me in a thousand different ways.

"I want to wake you up in every single way," Prince breathes out, and my cheeks turn scarlet with delighted heat.

"Yes, please," I breathe out. "Every way you can think of."

I love to watch him at work, kissing and touching and stroking me, glancing up to see how much pleasure I get, and from what. In the light, it's all right there—the biting wit he uses to hide how much he cares, his devotion and loyalty, and the ghosts of all his old fears about not being enough.

Even Prince's touch holds a little more magic, now that I can see all the care he puts into everything he does.

I want to give him everything.

If that means setting myself free to moan and giggle and gasp as his hands wander across my body, stroking and holding and rolling body parts this way and that, kissing them and licking them and nibbling them… I'm more than happy to be the vessel for all of his wicked dreams.

Fuck. I'm floating in outer space, my head spinning from every little brush of his skin against mine.

"Mmhmm?" Prince murmurs, his lips against my hip. "This spot?"

"All of it," I admit in a giggle. "It all just feels good now. Because it's you."

I can hear Prince's smile in his reply. "I feel the same, Beauty. Exactly the same."

Then—without even a moment of warning—Prince's fingers close around my shaft, tightening gently just enough that I squeak and squirm underneath him.

"Fuck!"

"Mm hmm ," Prince murmurs, chuckling like he was expecting that. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drags his fist to the base of my shaft and then back up again, twisting his stroke a little as he goes.

Oh, and it's a thousand times better than my own hand ever was. I don't know what magic is in his touch, but I want more of it. So, so much more.

"Fuuuuck…!"

"Mmhmm. Waiting makes it better, doesn't it?" Prince purrs smugly.

"Y-Yes… ohmyfucking—" I trail off into another squeak as Prince rubs his thumb across the tip. "Fuck!"

Prince grins. "Even if we see each other every night, you're going to have to follow my rules. Some nights, I'll tell you what you're allowed to do. Other nights, you're not going to cum. But I will, if and as I choose. All right?"

Fuck fuck fuck , I want him to keep talking dirty like this.

"Yes, Daddy," I choke out my words, throbbing hard against his palms. "Whatever you say."

"Good boy," Prince murmurs. "Whenever I let you cum, it'll be so good you remember it for days. It's so much more sensitive now, isn't it? You're happy to obey me, aren't you?"

I groan sharply, my heart thudding against my ribs as he strokes his hand slowly up and down my shaft. "Fuuuck…!" My toes curl into the bed, but however hard I pant for breath, he isn't speeding up the way I would.

The unhurried pace is so much better than all of my desperation put together.

"Hm?" Prince prompts me, reminding me that he's waiting for an answer.

I choke out another little whimper. "Thank you for—for making me obey," I breathe out. "For knowing what I needed before I did… so I could figure it out on my own…"

Prince smiles up at me. "And what did you figure out, Beauty?"

I lick my lips, peeking through my lashes again. "That I need you. That I want you. And… and I like you. A lot more than I realized."

The air rushes out of Prince's lungs, right across the tip of my cock. I can't help a shudder, a loud moan, at the maddeningly, yet deliciously teasing sensation.

"And—that," I choke out. "I—I want that."

Prince grins. "Then you can have it, my love."

Did I just hear?—

Oh, fuck!

Prince's mouth slides around the tip of my cock, tight and hot and wet in a way I could only ever imagine. He envelops me without hesitation, and all I can do is cry out shamelessly as I grab his shoulders for dear life.

Even his deep chuckle vibrates through my shaft as Prince takes control of me in yet another way, bobbing his head slowly down to take me in an inch at a time. I'm already clinging to the very edge.

It's just about impossible to hold out now.

"I-I can't last long if you… oh!" I whimper. "Fuck! But my refractory period… won't be… very long…"

Prince lets my shaft pop out of his mouth and into the cool air, and I shiver with delight at the strange temperature shift. He curls his fingers around my hard-on, stroking slowly as he breathes his words across the flushed, sensitive skin.

"Long words like that don't belong in fairytales. I'm not doing my job right if you can use them."

"I didn't—ohhhhhhfuck!"

Prince takes my cock into his mouth and slams his head to the base of my cock, swallowing me in one hard, fast movement as he sucks his cheeks in. I can't even tell if I'm cumming, or if it just feels so good that I'm pulsating uncontrollably.

But he's doing it again and again, and everything besides Prince seems to slip away into a hazy blackness?—

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, now I'm… I'm… Prince!" I cry out, throwing my head back into the pillow as my whole body clenches tight and releases at once.

I'm thrashing under him, my hips helplessly bucking as I spill my hot, sticky load all over his tongue. He just keeps on sucking me into his mouth, gulping every now and then, and every single time I hear it, I twitch all over again.

"Fuuuck," I breathe out as I collapse into the bed. "Fuck, fuck …!"

As I start to soften, Prince pulls away at last and scoots up the bed. I half-expect his fingers to slide into me, but… he's not doing that yet.

He just takes me in his arms and holds me, rubbing my back in soft, sweet circles as he kisses my hair.

"Oh, fuck," I breathe out as I roll into him, closing my eyes and breathing in the scent of him. "Oh my fuck ."

"You liked that, then," Prince murmurs with another deep chuckle that vibrates through my cheek.

I smile dizzily against him. "Mmhmm," I breathe out. "I really, really did. Oh my God. How did I get so lucky?"

"I was just thinking the same thing," Prince murmurs. As he shifts against me, I can feel his hard-on, too. It's still trapped in his pants, but it's definitely nestled against my thigh… and someone's going to need to do something about that.

I blink dizzily as I pull away from Prince to look him up and down. "Is it my turn to see you naked?"

Prince laughs abruptly, like I've startled him. Then his eyes soften into something warm and tender. "Would you like to?"

"This is my first chance to look at you in the light," I murmur, shyly smiling at him. "I'd fucking love to see you. And smell you. And taste you..."

Prince's eyes are dark and hungry. "And would you like to feel me inside you, too, my Beauty?"

My cheeks hot, I pull away from him to roll onto my back and bat my lashes, spreading my legs to invite him closer. "Whenever you please, Prince Charming," I whisper. "The door is always open. And if not, you can sneak through the window."

I'm finally learning what I want. And as long as I don't have to say it out loud every time, I'll be the happiest boy alive.

"That's lucky for both of us," Prince says with a slow grin, rolling over to straddle me. "Because there's nowhere I'd rather be."

And that makes two of us.