Page 33 of Prince Material (The Prince Pact #2)

His hand slipped past my stomach, over my hips, making me shiver in ways that had nothing to do with being cold. He reached for the lube, which made me so ridiculously happy that I wondered if he could see me smiling in the dim light. Another big step I got to take with him.

Floris took his time, slicking his fingers, rubbing them together, then sliding them down my crack until they rested lightly against my…

I took a deep, shuddering breath.

My anus. My hole. Floris was gonna put his finger inside me and play with me. And I would let him because everything we’d done so far had felt amazing, so this would, too.

“Good?” he asked, and had to blink a few times to process his question.

I couldn’t talk. I nodded again, eyes wide.

He rubbed his finger against me, against my hole, and nerve endings I’d never known I had lit up.

Like falling dominos, they spread sensations through my body, wider and wider in concentric circles, as if every part was somehow connected to where he was touching me.

Maybe it was. Anatomy had never been a particular interest of mine.

He pressed harder, slower, making circles. Then his finger slipped in, and I had no idea it could feel that good. It hurt a little, but inexplicably, it was the kind of hurt that made you want more.

The slick slide of his finger in and out of me was strange but good, alien but oh so welcome. He pumped his finger, working me open, and the sensation made me clench around him. His low chuckle reverberated through me. “Good?” he asked again.

This time, I got my mouth to work. “Good. Really good.”

“I love watching you. For someone who is usually so reserved, you show everything during sex. ”

Wasn’t that good to know? I had learned something about myself. “Thank you, I think?”

He chuckled. “Definitely not a bad thing.”

Then he added another finger, scissoring me, and my head spun. My body felt like it was catching fire and burning to ashes every single thought, every fear, every single reason I ever had for keeping my distance from Floris.

I pulled his mouth to mine, shaking, never ready for what he gave me but wanting it anyway. He pushed deep, then angled his hand and twisted it, finding a spot that made my entire body tremble and my vision blur.

“H-holy shit, what is that?”

“Meet your prostate, lieverd … It doesn’t work this way for everyone, but yours is sensitive.”

Sensitive. What an understatement. “Clearly,” I said dryly, and he chuckled.

“Want me to do it again?”

“For someone as smart as you, you certainly know how to ask stupid questions.”

He was still laughing when he found that spot again and rubbed against it, and the smile on my own face turned into a moan that was embarrassingly loud and long.

As he continued, he drew sounds from me I’d never made before, sounds I hadn’t even thought I could make.

I was shaking, shivering, unbearably hot and yet somehow cold at the same time, my skin itching and burning.

Relentlessly, he pushed me higher and higher until I gripped his shoulders and came hard, yelling his name. Pretty sure the whole dorm had been able to hear me, but I was past caring.

“Shit,” I said, when I could breathe again, when I remembered I needed to breathe. “That was spectacular.”

“I think it’s safe to say you liked that menu item. ”

I snorted. “So far, it’s my favorite.”

“Well, you’ve only sampled a few specialties available, so maybe that will change.”

“I’ll take whatever you’re serving.” Okay, I needed to stop with the mushy shit before I truly embarrassed myself. “But thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Should I return the favor? Couldn’t be that hard, right? A thought occurred to me. “Are you a top or a bottom? Or do you like both?”

He flashed me a wide grin. “Is it strange that I’m proud of you for asking that? And I’m vers, though I do prefer to top.”

Hmm, which one would I prefer? I was definitely open to trying both, but I had a sneaky suspicion I would prefer bottoming. My one and only experience hadn’t been stellar, but Floris would make it good for me. That much I was certain of. “I wouldn’t mind letting you top me.”

I was very proud of how casually I’d managed to deliver that line. Maybe I was getting the hang of this sex thing. Of course, that was when the realization hit me that once again, Floris had made me come and I had not returned the favor. I really needed to learn to multitask.

“It’s really hard to think when you touch me like that,” I said.

Floris frowned. “Huh? I’m not following.”

“I didn’t… You’re still…” I gestured at him, half-hard by now. “I should’ve done something about that. Touched you, I mean.”

Understanding lit up his face. “No worries. My first few times, I was completely overwhelmed and couldn’t figure out how to multitask. It’s okay. It takes some getting used to.”

Phew. “Thanks. Glad to hear I’m not the only one. So do you want me to… blow you? ”

He kissed the top of my forehead. “I’m good, but thank you. Can we snuggle instead?”

We sure could, and I sank into his embrace, splaying myself half on top of him. We stayed like that, breathing in each other’s heat, too wired to sleep, but too exhausted to move.

“I don’t want to put pressure on you, but you said you were okay with us going public?” Floris asked after a while. “I mean, you did kiss me in public.”

“I did.” I knew I could still change my mind.

Floris would let me. But was that what I really wanted?

Did I always want to have to hide? Even knowing it would end at some point, didn’t I want to spend every possible moment with him, consequences be damned?

I took a deep breath. “And yes, I am. If you are too.”

Floris let out a soft gasp. “Very much so.” His arms tightened around me for a moment. “But let me talk to my parents first. I promised my brother I would, but then I chickened out.”

Floris who chickened out? That was unexpected. “Of course. Let me know when we can, you know, go public.”

“I will. You know the press will?—”

“We’ll deal with that when we have to.”

I very much preferred to stick my head in the sand when it came to that, thank you very much.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispered after a long pause, almost too soft for me to hear.

I couldn’t stop myself. “I’ll miss you too.”

I lay there for a long time, listening to the quiet of the dorm, to the wind howling at the windows, to Floris breathing. I lay there, letting the warmth fill me up. Letting myself hope. Maybe it could last.

Maybe.