Page 54 of The Nymph Prince

Lorcan knelt and smirked up at me as he pumped my length. His hand felt incredible, but I was certain his mouth would send me over the edge.

“What do you wish for me to do, mage?”

“Taste me.”

His beautiful mouth inched closer, and when his breath fanned across my tip I quivered. He licked his lips and, without breaking eye contact, slid the head of my cock into his mouth.

“Gods,” I moaned as heat exploded around me. I watched his lips stretch as he took me in deeper and the sight was nearly as intoxicating as the sensation. “More.”

In and out he took my cock. With each upward glide of his hot mouth, he gave my balls a small tug with his hand.

I groaned and twisted my fingers in the short strands of his silver hair. He knew all the right places to touch me. To make me writhe against the wall, pleading for mercy one moment and begging for more the next. He knew how to bring me to the brink of pleasure before easing up and denying me such a release.

He popped my glistening cock out of his mouth before giving the head a gentle kiss. A teasing kiss that had me grinding my teeth.

“Please,” I gasped, tightly gripping his hair. My muscles contracted and tensed as my body was denied, once again, release. “I cannot bear it any longer, Lorcan.”

The nymph prince wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before standing. Although a wicked gleam remained in his eyes, there was also a shadow of desire. He needed me just as badly as I needed him.

Stepping forward, he tucked his hand against the side of my neck and joined our lips, softer that time. As the taste of him filled my mouth again, I breathed out through my nose and tugged him closer.

“To the bed,” he demanded, giving me a no-nonsense stare.

I would’ve done anything he asked in that moment. All I wanted was to please him. To hear him moan as I fucked him like it was our last day on this earth.

It very well could’ve been.

Wasting not a second longer, I kicked my trousers the rest of the way off and walked over to the bed. Lorcan pulled off my shirt, tossed it to the floor, and asked me to get on my back. Doing as he asked, I propped myself up against the pillow and watched as he stood beside the bed.

Much like the netted top Troy had worn the previous day, Lorcan wore something similar. As he brought it up and over his head, his stomach muscles rippled, drawing my eyes. Though long and lean, his body was strong and muscled in all the right areas, giving his slim body the perfect amount of ridges and definition.

Lorcan dropped his trousers, revealing his thick cock. The tip glistened, and I craved a taste of him just as he’d craved one of me. He crawled onto the bed and straddled my waist before lightly running his fingers down my chest.

Bumps formed on my skin with the action. I gripped his hips and moved mine upward, smoothing the head of my cock along his ass.

Biting his bottom lip, he was both seductive and endearing, causing an ache in my chest just like the one he caused in my groin.

I’d bedded countless women and even more men, yet none of them had made me feel anything close to what I felt for the nymph. My heart thumped faster and my mouth was suddenly dry. It felt like my first time all over again.

“What plagues your mind, mage?” Lorcan asked, stopping the movement of his hand.

Instead of speaking the truth, I sat up, wrapped my arms around his lean waist, and tossed him to his back on the bed. He gave anoomfas he bounced a little on the soft mattress.

“What are you—ah!”

Lorcan tasted better than I’d imagined. A little salty, but also sweet. His cock was thick, but not too long, and so I was able to work the entire length into my mouth before pulling back. He fisted the blanket beneath him and spread his legs, giving me better access. Very rarely had I ever pleased others in that manner. But the nymph was too irresistible.

I debated on torturing him like he’d done to me, but I was much too eager. Based on his breathy moans, so was he.

“How do you like it?” Lorcan asked. Flushed against the light bedding and panting, he was more beautiful than Apollo himself, who was said to make men weep with his beauty.

“Both.” I kissed the sensitive spot of his inner upper thigh.

He wiggled with anticipation.

“I wish for you to take me, Alek,” he whispered, digging his fingers into my hair and lifting his hips.

“I see why you’re spoiled, sweet prince,” I said before nipping at his hip bone. “I can deny you nothing.”