Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 96695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Yes. Next time. One of many next times if Hugo had his way. This was only the beginning for them.
After a few more kisses, Everand pushed Hugo away with a laugh and tucked himself into his pants. “Go into the dining room and take off everything you’re wearing from the waist down. I’ll return shortly. We need something.”
“The dining room?”
Everand nodded, the tilt of his lips turning wicked.
Not what Hugo was expecting, but he trusted the prince. He could guess what he was running to fetch, but he’d not expected them to continue in what they had been doing in the dining room.
As Everand ran to his bedroom, Hugo turned and strolled the short distance into the dining room with its long wood table and many chairs that gleamed in the low-burning light. The prince’s apartment was silent, but it was difficult to hear anything over the hammering of his heart.
At the head of the table, Hugo pulled out the chair and sat so he could remove his shoes and stockings. He stood and slipped out of his trousers. Just as he was folding them to place on an elegant sideboard, Everand returned holding a small blue crystal bottle with a teardrop-shaped stopper.
“Look at that. I’m back in time to finish unwrapping my meal.” Everand stepped forward and pulled off Hugo’s thin linen underpants, freeing his cock. The prince stroked him with a firm grip, and Hugo moaned, his knees threatening to buckle. “I would prefer to see you completely naked, but I don’t want to call for Dunston to retie our cravats. Besides, I believe my treasure requested a hard and fast fuck.”
“Yes, please,” Hugo begged, clutching at Everand’s shoulders to stay upright as that talented hand continued to tease him.
“On one condition.”
“Anything.” Hugo was sure he would agree to any insane request Everand made if it meant he could come.
“You share my bed with me tonight, and we have a long, thorough discussion about who gets to be the big spoon.”
Get railed now and then fuck a prince slowly later? Did he even have to ask?
Everand jerked his chin toward the head of the table when Hugo seemed to have his brain locked in an endless loop of dirty thoughts. “Get on the table,” Everand ordered, releasing his hold on Hugo’s cock.
That snapped him out of it. Hugo’s hooded eyes shifted from Everand to the table. That was…unexpected, but why not?
A low heat of embarrassment filled his cheeks and raced across his chest. He’d never done anything like that. His few sexual experiences had been very mundane and had always taken place in a bed. But Everand was a prince. Maybe he wasn’t accustomed to the mundane. Or maybe he just had a more adventurous spirit. Either way, Hugo was more than willing to give it a try. Especially since he’d started this.
Hugo hopped up on the table, facing the head chair, his legs hanging off the end. “Is this what you had in mind?”
He’d barely finished speaking when Everand pulled his chair closer and dropped into it.
“Almost.” Everand grabbed Hugo’s bare ankles and put his feet on the arms of the chair. He pushed Hugo’s knees apart, putting him on display.
Hugo moaned and lay back, shivering at the feel of Everand’s warm, powerful hands moving up his calves and caressing the inside of his thighs. One hand fondled his balls, seeming to test the weight and feel of them before gripping his cock, stroking him. Every touch stole his breath away and sent his heart racing. No one had ever touched him like this, made him feel so treasured.
“Look at you.” Everand’s voice was low and dark, sending tendrils of hot need through Hugo. “You’re not a meal. You’re a banquet. A feast. Part of me wants to admire the beauty of you. To memorize this sight so I can play it over in my head late at night.”
A whimper broke from Hugo’s throat in the form of Everand’s name, and Hugo slapped a hand across his mouth, trying to hold in the noises escaping him.
“Be as loud as you want. There’s no one about to hear you but me. The servants are all attending to the guests at the ball. And I want to bask in every noise you make.” As Everand spoke, there was a glass clink of the stopper being set on the table. A couple of moments later, a slick finger pushed into his hole, stretching him. The groan that erupted from Hugo couldn’t be stopped.
“That’s it,” Everand murmured, working his ass and dick at the same time. “Let go. My treasure is so sexy. The beauty of you is burned into my mind. I’m going to have to jerk off after every meal I eat at this table.”
“More,” Hugo fought to get out. It was so good, but he needed more. Needed to be stretched enough to fit the cock he’d had in his mouth not long ago.