I slid my fist up Shep’s rigid length, marveling over the heat of his skin, and once I was satisfied there was nothing sucking the blood from his body, I put my lips to his throat.
“You better make this up to me, Winchester.”
Shep raised his head then took my face in his hands and lowered his lips until they were mere inches from mine.
“Fucking count on it.”
Shep took my lips in a crushing kiss. He thrust his tongue in, no gentle tease, but full, deep penetration as he walked me back to the tiled wall and pinned me there. I hiked one of my legs up his thigh to his hip and shoved my dick through his fist. Shep ripped his mouth off mine and cursed.
Then he planted a hand on the wall by my head, and those usually ice-blue eyes turned molten.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice so low I barely made it out over the spray of the shower. “Let meserveyou, Your Serene Highness.”
He punctuated his words with a firm pull of my cock, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Then he began to kiss along my jaw to my ear.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, more to himself than to me, but hearing it only made me want him even more.
I reached for his arms, digging my fingers into his biceps as I starting to thrust in and out of his closed fist, and when he flicked his tongue over my lobe, I turned my head to get another taste of him.
This time around, though, I was the one pushing past his lips. My tongue sweeping inside and finding his to tangle with as he began to rock against me, his thick cock dripping sticky pre-cum on my thigh.
And that just wouldn’t do.
I wanted the same contact with our bodies as we had with our tongues—friction, stroking, rubbing—and with that thought in mind, I reached down and aligned his erection with mine.
Understanding exactly what I wanted, Shep loosened his grip to take hold of the both of us, and when his erection brushed up against mine, I groaned and let my head fall back against the wall.
“Now,” I told him with a smirk, “you may serve me.”
Shep bit into my lower lip. “It would be my pleasure, Your Serene Highness.”
They were the last words out of his mouth before he stroked his slippery palm up both our lengths.
The feeling was exquisite, toe curling, and all I could do was hang on as Shep worked the two of us under the hot spray, destroying all thoughts other than how hard and fast I could come all over him.
“Putain,”I gasped, wrenching my mouth from his so I could look at what he was doing.
If I’d thought feeling it was epic, seeing his dick rub up and down against mine nearly made my knees buckle.
I was in deep fucking trouble here. Shep was supposed to have been a one-off, a quick, mindless fuck in Monaco to take my mind off the fact I’d been at my irritating brother’s wedding. Now here we were, weeks later, and still ending up in each other’s arms.
Part of me wanted to say it was nothing, that we were just hard up, scratching an itch that both of us happened to have. But the truth was that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an itch for the same person several times over.
The fact it was one of my Libertine brothers, the bossman’sex, should have been enough to have me running in the opposite direction. Yet here I was, tangled around Shep’s body tighter than the damn vines covering this hellscape jungle, and wondering how the fuck I was ever going tountangle myself.
That was a question for another time, though. Right now, I was going to concentrate on?—
“Mon Dieu, Shep…” I moaned as he scraped his teeth down the side of my neck and sucked at the tight skin where it met my shoulder.
He hummed against my wet skin as I tightened my leg around his ass and pulled him as hard against me as I could possibly get him.
“I’m going to come.”
“I sure fucking hope so,” he growled, and flicked his tongue over the bite mark he’d just left. “’Cause I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Just hearing that Shep was only seconds away from losing it himself, I leaned forward and bit down on his lip. “Come all over me,” I demanded, and Shep grinned.
“Is that a royal command?”
