“Take your cock out,” I ordered him, my breathing ragged as I stared down at the picture he made kneeling at my feet.
Theo’s lips were wet and swollen, his eyes dark and dilated. He looked sexy, sinful, and I could see the buzz of alcohol in his flushed cheeks and wicked smirk.
He reached for his pants, and seconds later had his dick in hand. “This what you want?”
Fuck yes it was, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Not when it would give him the upper hand. He needed no encouragement.Not when my hard-on was glistening from being between his lips.
Instead, I twisted my fingers in his hair and brought him up to his knees.
“What Iwant, Your Serene Highness,” I said, and leaned down over him, “is to fuck your mouth until it can no longer talk.”I grazed my mouth over his and promised, “Then I’m going to watch you swallow every last drop of my cum.”
Theo’s lips curved under mine. “Controlling fuck.”
“And your dick says you love every goddamn second of it.” I straightened, took hold of my cock, and directed it to his mouth. “Now get to work.”
Theo didn’t hesitate—he parted his lips, flicked his tongue over my wide, sensitive head, and groaned as the taste of my arousal flooded his senses.
“You even taste expensive, you high-maintenance fucker.”
“Says the man who lives in a castle.”
Theo’s wild eyes flicked up to mine as he swirled the tip of his tongue over my leaking slit. “That turn you on?”
“No.” My balls tingled as I stared down into his twinkling eyes. “But you do. Suck me.”
There was no waiting after that. He wrapped his fingers around the base of my shaft and swallowed me, and my eyes slammed shut.
Christ.The tight, wet suction made my toes curl. He took me so deep I hit the back of his throat, and when he pulled away, dragging his lips along my hard-on, a string of curses left me.
I’d known he would be good. Hell, if there was one thing Theo was known for, it was his mouth, and I’d had no doubt it would be just as good at sucking me off as it was pissing me off. But I hadn’t been prepared for what a rush it would be to stuff it full, watching him struggle to take more.
With a hand braced on the wall, I used the one I had at the back of his head to set the pace, and Theo relaxed his jaw and let me have at him. One rough thrust after the other, I fucked his mouth like I’d never find a hotter, tighter hole—which wasn’t true, because I knew if I turned him around and slid inside him, I’d have difficulty deciding which place I wanted to bury myself in more.
But at this particular moment, his mouth was the place I planned to lose myself in. I glanced down to where he was madly stroking his own dick, fucking his fist at the same pace I was fucking his lips, and that had my climax racing down my spine.
I wasn’t sure what was going on with me, or if it was Theo himself that had me acting this way, but he wasn’t wrong when he’d called me an animal. Every time our clothes had come off I’d been on him in seconds, and the control I was usually so good at employing went right out the fucking window.
Not that there were any windows in this particular room. In fact, I had no idea where I’d dragged Theo for this latest moment of insanity. But as I shoved past his lips and heard a strained, choking sound that turned to a groan, my eyes locked onto the mouth stretched wide around me.
I took a mental snapshot of Theo’s wet lips and began to slide in and out of them at a faster pace. His eyes watered at the strain.
For a second I wondered if it was too much for him, if I was going too hard, but when his arm began to move even faster between his legs, I knew he was as into this as I was.
Theo had always loved shit a little rough. That was why we’d always kept him on such a short leash. On missions, he was to never go in alone. He had impulse control issues out the ass. Something that was an issue when you were giving orders regarding whether or not to take some asshole’s life.
But here and now, as he reveled in the burn, the pain that my rough handling was delivering, I found it dared my edgier side tocome out and play. He could take it, he wanted it, and I was more than happy to let him have it.
As that thought slammed into me, I gave a final thrust forward into that deviant mouth, and, seeming to understand exactly what point I was at, Theo tightened his lips and began to suck—hard.
My cock pulsed, my balls drew tight, and seconds later I squeezed my eyes shut and came in a hot rush down the Prince of Monaco’s throat like it was my goddamn right.
Fuck.
My fingers flexed against the wood paneling of the wall as I tried to catch my breath. Not the easiest thing to do when you just had your brain sucked out your dick. But when Theo drew his mouth off me, I opened my eyes and looked down to see him swiping his thumb along his lower lip.
“I think you might’ve broken my jaw.”
I snorted, despite myself. “Nowthatwould be hard to explain to the public.”
