Page 26 of Prince Material (The Prince Pact #2)

“Yes. We’ll take it as slow as you want, okay? No pressure. So, in terms of what you want tonight… I’m happy to follow your lead. We can do as much or as little as you’re comfortable with.”

He cocked his head, as if considering my words.

Well, of course he would. This was Orson, after all, a man who never did anything without thinking it through first. “I think I want…” His cheeks turned crimson and Jesus, I wanted to wrap him in bubble wrap and keep this precious little cinnamon roll safe.

“I want to fool around a bit? M-make each other come?”

I was so on board with that. “Hands? Mouth?”

“I’m not good at… I’m not sure I’d be good at, you know, giving… oral, since I have no experience, so I might need you to guide me a bit. Show me what to do.”

My heart swelled at his words, at the trust he was placing in me. “Of course…”

I cupped his face in my hands, kissing him slowly, thoroughly, trying to pour all the tenderness I felt into the press of my lips. He melted against me, hands coming up to rest on my biceps as he let me take the lead.

I took my time, savoring the slide of our tongues, the way his breath hitched when I nipped at his full bottom lip. My hands roamed his back, fingers dancing over each bump of his spine before dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts to palm the smooth globes of his ass.

He gasped into my mouth, hips jerking involuntarily, and I smiled against his lips. “Like that, do you?” I murmured, giving his cheeks a firm squeeze.

“Y-yes,” he breathed, eyes fluttering open to meet mine. They were dark with arousal, only a thin ring of golden brown visible around blown pupils. “Floris, please…”

I loved hearing him say my name like that, all breathy and needy.

I wanted to hear it again and again. Keeping our eyes locked, I slowly slid one hand around to the front of his shorts, cupping the hard bulge of his erection through the thin cotton.

He let out a strangled moan, hips bucking into my touch, seeking more friction.

I obliged, rubbing my palm against him in slow, firm circles that had him panting and trembling above me.

“Floris,” he gasped again, and it was the sweetest sound. “I need… I want…”

“What do you need, lieverd ?” I pressed a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. “Tell me.”

“I want to feel you. All of you.” His hands tugged impatiently at my boxers. “Can we take these off?”

In answer, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down over the curve of his ass. He lifted his hips to help, kicking them off and to the side. I quickly shucked my own boxers, leaving us both bare.

For a moment, we stared at each other, drinking in the sight. Orson was beautiful, all lean muscle and smooth, golden skin, his cock flushed and curving up towards his belly. I wanted to touch him everywhere at once, map every inch of him with my hands, my mouth, my lips and tongue.

Then I wrapped my hands around his gorgeous cock. He let out a strangled moan, hips bucking into my touch.

“Fuck, Orson…” I gave him a gentle squeeze. “You’re so hard for me already.”

“Can you blame me?” His voice was ragged, pupils blown wide with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. How much I want you.”

The confession made my own cock throb. I captured his lips in another searing kiss as I squeezed him again, then started moving my hand up and down.

He was perfect, silky smooth and throbbing with need, the tip already slick with precum.

I swiped my thumb over the slit, gathering the moisture and spreading it down his shaft.

He whimpered, hips twitching as he tried to thrust into my fist.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Relax, let me take care of you.”

“Oh god,” he panted against my lips, eyes squeezing shut. “Floris, that feels… Fuck…”

I knew how he felt. The slide of his silky skin against my palm, the way he throbbed and twitched in my grip was dizzying. Intoxicating. I wanted to take him apart piece by piece, to make him fall to shreds in my arms.

I set a steady rhythm, twisting my wrist on the upstroke in the way I knew drove men wild. Orson was no exception. He moaned brokenly, head falling back against the pillow as his hips moved in time with my strokes.

The sight of him, the sounds he was making, the salty-sweet taste of his skin—it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. My own cock was painfully hard, leaking against his thigh, but I couldn’t focus on my own pleasure. Not when I had Orson naked and wanting in my arms.

“That’s it, lieverd ,” I encouraged. “Let go, let yourself feel it.”

His only response was another guttural moan, his fingers digging into my shoulders. I could feel his thighs tensing, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He was getting close already.

Wanting to draw it out, I released his cock, ignoring his whimper of protest. I pressed open-mouthed kisses down his chest, pausing to flick my tongue over each nipple before continuing my journey south .

Orson was panting now, hands fisted in the sheets as he watched me through hooded eyes. I maintained eye contact as I settled between his spread thighs, face level with his straining erection.

“I’m going to use my mouth on you now, okay?” I said, waiting for his nod before proceeding.

Orson nodded eagerly, eyes wide and dark with anticipation. “Yes, please…”

I flashed him a wicked grin before lowering my head, breathing hotly over his straining flesh. He shuddered, hips twitching restlessly. I knew he wanted me to take him into my mouth, to give him that wet heat, but I wanted to tease him a bit first.

Slowly, oh so slowly, I dragged my tongue up the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein there from base to tip.

He let out a strangled moan, head thumping back against the pillow.

I lapped at the sensitive spot just below the head before swirling my tongue around the flared crown, gathering the salty-sweet beads of precum that had gathered there.

“Floris,” he gasped, sounding absolutely wrecked already. “Please…”

Well, since he asked so nicely. I wrapped my lips around the tip and suckled gently, relishing his choked cry of pleasure. Then, maintaining eye contact, I slowly sank down, taking him inch by glorious inch into my mouth.

His cock hit the back of my throat and I swallowed around him, making him curse and buck up into the wet heat of my mouth.

I set a steady rhythm, bobbing my head as I worked him with lips and tongue. One hand came up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm, as the other gripped the base of his shaft, stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth .

Orson was lost to sensation, a continuous stream of moans and gasps falling from his lips interspersed with my name. I’d never heard anything so hot.

“Oh fuck, Floris…” he moaned brokenly. “Your mouth, it’s… God…”

I hummed around him in acknowledgement and he cried out, back arching off the bed. The stretch of his cock in my mouth was exquisite, his girth just on the right side of challenging. I bobbed my head slowly, taking him deeper each time until my nose was buried in the wiry curls at the base.

He might be in heaven, but so was I, pleasuring him like this… and I never wanted it to end.