Page 21 of The Prince of Hidden Shadows (Runaway Prince Hotel #5)

Feet on the mattress, I arch my hips lifting my ass, and angle my body to allow easy access to one digit while he opens his mouth to welcome me.

Nice. Wet. Hot. I groan when his tongue twirls around my thickening shaft.

“Mmm...” Soon, a second finger enters my body.

Stretching. Playing. Scissoring. Enthralled, his hungry eyes roam over my body.

He sucks me in earnest, and all sorts of erotic noises escape, fueling my yearning for him.

I love the sensations taking over my whole body.

My cock. His mouth. My ass. My fingers. It’s too much, and yet, not enough.

Stroking his hair with my free hand, I fidget beneath him, overloaded with desire, need, and lust.

He releases me, and I whimper at the loss—only for his tongue to swoop down, circling my balls with precise, teasing strokes.

One by one, he cups them in his zealous mouth.

“Yeah, yeah… oh, fuck… just like that, T.” My shaky voice betrays my desperation.

Tension ignites with every flick of his tongue.

He lavishes them, and my body sparks under the assault.

Then he returns to my throbbing cock, taking it deeper.

A shudder rips through me, muscles taut and trembling.

“Mmm, yeah… more… feels incredible… yeah, right there.”

I’m a quivering mess. Damn, I was such a fool for urging him to wait! What was I thinking?

My body burns for him, every nerve alight, on the edge of combusting, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. As far as I can remember, no one has ever had that effect on me.

A strangled sigh escapes my lips when I add another digit, carefully avoiding my prostate.

I want to save him the honor of driving me wild.

“I love… how your mouth stretches around me… taking all of me.” I glance at him, admiring his deep-throating skills when he takes me even deeper. “Sooo good. You are so fucking hot, T.”

Unable to stop myself, my thrusts intensify, and his approval takes the form of a devilish smile. That’s a good look on him, one I put there. My aching chest is shrinking and expanding in a matter of seconds. Thank gods for immortality; otherwise, I might have a heart attack.

Dying during sex is perfect, though. Between him blowing me while I’m fingering myself, I can’t deal with the agonizing tension that takes over my body. My hand strokes his hair to signal that I’m ready until I can speak. “Sooo ready!”

I’m gonna... His pace falters, a subtle pull back in response to the pressure building inside me.

No!

“I need inside you, babe.” His term of endearment doesn’t go unnoticed, but I don’t dwell on it. “Like… now!” In the throes of passion, people say things they don’t mean. Still, I hear him loud and clear. Within seconds, he sets my cock free from its wet paradise with a pop.

Then, I retrieve my fingers, and we hastily grab two pillows, strategically placing them under me. “Be my guest, T!” I worry my lips, enthralled by his heavy-lidded gaze.

Pure lust.

Trembling with need, I dribble lube on his engorged cock as well as my hole, and my muscles spasm. I’m not above begging; I crave it too fucking much.

In a swift move, he positions my body to his liking: facing him—thankfully—with the back of my thighs resting on his upper body. I purse my lips, holding back the urge to boss him around and demand he fuck me already.

Caressing my entrance with the tip of his cock, he leans in and offers a feeble warning in a hoarse voice. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back, I?—”

“Then don’t!” It’s all the consent he needs. “Pleeease,” Théo’s fingers claw at my hip. That anchors me, and his lube-coated cock eases past my ring of muscle. It must be his cue. Catching his breath, he slams into me in one go until he’s fully seated. “Yesss…” I arch my back. “Fuuuck… yesss…”

Such a blissful burn!

Panting, he halts for a split second as we both adjust. “Man, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice is hoarse, a balm to my nerves. Squirming, I clench around him to increase the tension, impatient for the rest of the ride. “Move,” I beg.

He pulls out and pushes inside me like a man possessed. “Oh God, Z, you feel so good,” he stammers. Yes, god! “You are… perfect around me.”

Beads of sweat form on my forehead; since when does my body burn this way? Goosebumps spread throughout my skin; this can’t be real, can it? Heat pools in my nether regions.

I adore this unbridled version of him. Growling my frustration, I implore him for more. Faster. Deeper. Harder. “Arrrgh…”

Glistening with sweat, his skin beckons me, and I happily meet each and every one of his thrusts.

“That’s it, babe. Mmm… Yes, right there.” I see stars. He, too, is perfect for me.

His gaze zeroes in on me, a wicked smile tugging at his lips as he witnesses my blissed-out face. He chuckles and peppers kisses across my face whenever he hits home. “So eager…”

Practice makes perfect, and there’s no need for me to check his heartbeat. We’re 100% in sync, and I’m reduced to moans and whimpers. I wouldn’t change a thing.

I’m so damn close, but basking in the sensation takes priority. In between gasps that come naturally, I thrash beneath him, embracing his frantic pace. My hand aims at my swollen length. I squeeze myself. There. That relieves some of the pressure. I’d better not come soon.

Swatting my hand, he interrupts my attempt, warning me. “Don’t even think about it.” A searing kiss follows his command, and our mingling flesh consumes me. I forget who I am. Where we are. How he found me. Could he be my soulmate?

Of course, you are, Théo…

My eyes flutter shut, warmth blooming in my chest, and a wide smile splits my face.

With that, his hand reaches for my engorged shaft. He’s not fast enough; my climax seizes my heavy balls, and I spill the most intense pleasure I’ve ever had on my abs. “That was… That was…” No word, but a joyous laugh bursting out of me.

Within seconds, his knees buckle, and he spills into me, screaming my name without restraint. Sweat trickling down my forehead, I squeeze him and smirk when I elicit more choked breaths and sexy noises as he rides his orgasm.

Wheezing, he drags himself down the sticky mess we’ve created with a loud thump.

His flaccid cock leaves my body, and I swallow my disappointment.

His damp chest heaves, reverberating on my back as he plays the big spoon to my broader frame.

I shiver when his tongue licks a bead of sweat that trickles behind my ear.

My fingers search for his. Once intertwined, I bring them to my drumming heart. “You’re insatiable.”

“You asked for it!”

“I sure did. It was perfect.”

“Agreed.” My lover’s well-defined nose nudges the crook of my neck. His sweet gesture ignites goosebumps on my damp skin. “You smell so good…” He sighs. “Mmm… How long does it take a Greek god to recover? I’m young, but I’m human, so I’ll need a minute… or two before round two.”

“Shower first, maybe?”

“Give me a few. My legs are jelly,” he stammers.

Seconds later, his teeth join the party, taunting the glistening skin around my shoulders. I want him to leave bruises. I want to wear his marks with pride. I want him back at my side, where he’s always belonged.

Oblivious to my epiphany, he adds after a moment, “If I’m being totally honest, I didn’t expect your laughter to jumpstart my orgasm. You laughed, you clenched, and it vibrated through me. “Best sensation ever!”

“It wasn’t a mocking laugh.”

“I know,” he reassures me in a low voice. “Z, can I ask you a weird question?”

“Anything. I have nothing to hide.” Do I?

He manhandles me as if I weigh nothing, and we face each other.

The tips of his fingers graze my side, and mine mimic his.

“Your… your cock… Look, I don’t mean to upset you, but I have to ask.

Well, it was very… small when we…” He clears his throat.

“Well, when we started, and it…” He pauses, looking away for a split second.

I don’t interrupt, guessing where this is going.

We gaze at each other, processing what’s unfolding—genuine intimacy, no holds barred.

“It grew… a lot... A lot,” he repeats, wetting his lips. “I don’t understand how.”

“I noticed you noticed.” My hand cups his jaw.

“I should have given you a heads-up. Greek gods aren’t porn stars, Théo.

I’m aware modern society associates big, fat cocks with virility.

But, you see, for us who have been around forever, being hung like a horse is rather…

vulgar. Just like how pale skin used be a status symbol, but nowadays, it’s all about having a tan.

Statues of Greek gods show our true nature, but when in action, satisfying our lover is what matters.

On instinct, we sense what they… expect, and we aim to please. ”

He huffs out a laugh, snatching the back of my head to bring his lips to mine for a tender kiss that contrasts with the intensity of what we shared.

When he pulls away, I whisper my confirmation.

“Mission accomplished.”