Shep cursed, and I sank my teeth into his shoulder. Then I started to rut into him, milking his dick as I found and hit his prostate in a way that had him jerking, stumbling, and falling face first to the bed with a cry. His ass canted upward, my cock still deep.
“Oui,”I urged, not letting up for a second.“Laisse-toi aller, Shep. Jouis pour moi.”
Shep bucked up, chasing what he wanted as I drilled him into the bed at the unrelenting pace we both needed. Then my nameflew from his mouth, his entire body began to shake, and then that marvelous dick of his jerked and exploded, shooting his cum all over my hand and the bed, triggering my own orgasm.
I stroked him to completion, then released him to grab hold of his hips and bury myself inside him, where I came on a hot rush of lust. Shep collapsed under me, his legs spread apart, his face resting on the covers, and when I looked down at his spent body and saw my cum dripping out of his ass and down his thighs, I grinned.
Fuck, I could get addicted to that.
The satisfaction of knowing I’d just marked, topped, and fully dominated Shepard Winchester was almost as good as the act itself.
Almost.
25
THEO
Location: Cardiff, Wales
THE NEXT STOP on the royal tour was Cardiff, Wales, and I spent the first half of the twelve-hour flight catching up on some much-needed sleep. Fucking Shep into oblivion was by far one of the best nights of my life, but it did require a certain amount of stamina, especially considering I wanted a repeat. After all, the private jetdidhave a spacious bedroom in the back…
I glanced over to where Shep typed away on his laptop, catching up on work, and took advantage of his distraction to watch him. How he stayed in a full suit and tie on such a long flight instead of making himself comfortable was beyond me. I’d changed as soon as we boarded, but even his polished shoes were still on. Hell, he probably hadn’t even napped, had he?
But damn he looked good. Maybe I was seeing him now through orgasm-tinted lenses, or maybe I’d just been missing out all along. I loved the fact that I got this powerful man tosubmit to me and enjoy every second in the same way I craved being pinned down by him.
We were evenly matched in that way, even if outside the bedroom we were complete opposites. I’d barely gotten him out of the hotel before we left to explore a little, wanting to check out some of the street food at Dotonbori, while he’d been content to stay in and order room service.
No thanks. I couldn’t spend my life being a cooped-up royal, which was why being one of the Libertines had been such a lifesaver for me. I needed an outlet, otherwise all the restless energy inside me would just explode.
Kind of like I had inside of Shep last night.
That memory had my lips twitching, and I bit down on my thumbnail and relived it over and over again until Shep looked up, catching my stare.
“Now that’s a look that means you’re up to no good,” he said, reaching for his glass—of water, what the fuck—and taking a sip.
“I’m always up to no good. You like that about me, though.”
“Do I?”
“You do. You want that devil on your shoulder encouraging all those dirty thoughts you try to keep to yourself.”
He shook his head, but one side of that sexy-as-sin mouth curved up. “You’re a menace.”
“You’ve mentioned that. And yet you still let me fuck you.”
Shep’s eyes moved from me to the flight attendant who had stopped by my seat to top up my glass of cognac, and the way his expression turned thoughtful had me smirking.
I took a sip and then nodded in his direction. “Make sure to top up his water, since he’s living wild over there.”
Shep put his hand up. “I’m good, Josie, thanks.”
“Of course, Mr. Winchester.”
As she headed out of the cabin, my phone vibrated on the seat beside me, and I pulled up the text, expecting it to be Amaya with her laundry list of instructions.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
Mixing business with pleasure?
