Mabon looks stunning tonight. He has thousands of sparkling jewels woven into his hair. But most of all, he is shining with happiness. He clearly loves his brothers. He is relaxed and quick to laugh. And he has a truly lovely laugh. Joyous and melodic.
Suddenly, his hand drops to my thigh. Then it slides under the thin piece of silk that is the only thing I’m wearing. His fingers brush over my dick, and I yelp.
He looks at me. “What?”
My eyes dart around the room full of his brothers. “We are in public!” I hiss.
“You are shy? How adorable!” he coos with bright eyes. “I only wanted to stroke Mister Dinky.”
A strange noise comes out of me. Part whimper. Part choking. All parts humiliation.
Mabon grins. His face is a picture of pure delight. His devastating dimples are right there, mocking me.
He flows to his feet and tugs on my leash, so I clamber up after him.
“I’m going to go ride my pet!” Mabon announces loudly.
I wince and scrunch my eyes up tight, but my ears are still assaulted by a range of comments, from ‘have fun’ and ‘good night’ to lewd suggestions on positions.
Mabon merely giggles softly and leads me away. I’ve never been more glad to leave anywhere in my whole life.
I open my eyes once we are in the softly lit bedroom. Mabon pushes me against the wall. My head thumps against it and makes a dull thud. His fingers twist in the tiny piece of silk covering my dick and he rips it away and tosses it over his shoulder.
Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have been so happy to leave Mabon’s brothers. Being alone with my prince means he has no reason to contain himself.
“Whoa! Can we slow down? Kiss maybe?” I gasp.
Mabon freezes utterly. As if suddenly encased in ice. He blinks slowly. His brows furrow.
“You wish to kiss me?” he asks.
My gaze drops down to his plump lips. They look so soft. So warm. I know what they feel like on my cock. I want to know what they taste like.
“Yes,” I say, but it comes out in a breathy pant.
Mabon stares at me. His amethyst eyes are swirling with emotion, but I cannot read a thing. Is he as surprised by my confession as I am?
He nods, closes his eyes and puckers up like a cartoon character.
A soft chuckle bubbles through me. He is so endearingly cute. How am I supposed to resist this? There are a thousand voices in my head whispering all the reasons why I shouldn’t do this. I ignore every single one of them. It was my suggestion, after all.
I lean in and claim his lips.
His lips are soft, I was right. And they are so very warm. He tastes incredible.
He is not moving, so I coax gently, and suddenly he surrenders with a delicious whimper. His lips part and he allows me to lead the way. His arms twine around my neck. Mine find their way around his slender waist and I press him against me.
The kiss deepens. I slide my tongue into the silken heat of his mouth. He moans. His entire body quivers and softens. I think if I wasn’t holding him, he’d fall.
I pull away a little to lick and nip at his lips. He chases me hungrily. I dive back in and he welcomes me fervently. He is clinging onto me tightly now. All sorts of needy noises spillingfrom him. I’ve heard of people melting into a kiss. I’ve never experienced it before.
I lift his hips and he wraps his long legs around me, kissing me desperately all the while. I carry him over to the bed and lower him gently onto the sheets. He tightens his grip on me, as if he is scared I’m going to leave. He is acting like the only oxygen in existence is in my lungs.
I can feel his hard cock through his thin robes. He lifts his hips up and rubs against me. The way he is moving is pleading. Begging. Desperate. It is speaking to deep and dark parts of my psyche. Awakening them from a long slumber.
I try to break away from the kiss, but he clings on and whimpers sorrowfully. The noise goes straight to my cock. I’m throbbing now. Aching. Leaking. I’ve never been more aroused. There is no blood left in my veins. It’s pure lust.
I only meant to kiss him, but now I’m on fire and I’ll burn up and turn to ash if I don’t consume him.
