He bites his lower lip and lets his head fall backward. “Fuck yeah, Benedict. I need it.”
The fact he’s stopped with the ridiculous nicknames tells me he’s too lost in lust to try to be funny. I don’t know why, but I love that.
“Hold my head down, Zeke,” I say. “Fuck my mouth.”
Before he can answer, I lower my mouth back to his cock. When his hand lands on my hair, I suck and bob my head on his cock. For a minute or so, I lose myself in the pleasure of giving pleasure. My dick rallies for a second round, which isn’t something I’ve experienced before because when you keep secrets, you get used to walking away after the first orgasm. A second is a luxury I’ve never allowed myself to have.
Until now.
Zeke pushes my head down at the same time his hips roll up. It takes me by surprise, so I almost choke a little, but instead of pulling off, I keep going. My cock is harder than it was before, even when it was in Zeke’s mouth, so I give it a few pulls to take the edge off.
“Oh fuck, you’re going to come again. That’s so hot,” he says.
I double up on my efforts to draw his orgasm as I stroke myself.
It’s hard to say what comes first, my second orgasm or Zeke spilling his cum into my throat, but I take it all. Even as my knees ache and my body wants to melt to the floor, I suck him until he’s dry and his thighs shake with aftershocks.
Zeke pulls me onto his lap and kisses me like he’s looking for remnants of his release in my mouth.
“That was so fucking hot, Benny.”
“Oh yeah?” A weird sense of pride fills my chest.
“Definitely in the top ten.”
I smile, wanting to ask where in the top ten I rank and if there will be an opportunity to improve my score in the future, but I refrain. As insanely hot as this encounter was, I’m sure I won’t see Zeke again. A guy like him is bound to have more men than he can shake a stick at chasing after him.
“How about those clothes?” he asks.
I stand and go to my room. I only packed a single suitcase of clothes when I came to Lydovia, so I haven’t got much, but I can spare a pair of joggers and a T-shirt.
They’re way too small for him. His muscles strain the shirt and the outline of his soft cock shows through the joggers.
“You’re staring, Ben-Ben.”
I laugh. “Get out of my house, Zeke,” I say with far less meaning than I should.
He walks to the door and then turns around.
“I’ll make sure to bring these back.”
Zeke kisses me, and then he’s gone.
2
ZEKE
I scan the crowd, my eyes darting from face to face as I stand at attention. The sea of people swells before me.
It brings me joy to see the Lydovia Royal family is an integral part of our culture, especially considering Prince Charlie’s American roots.
It truly shows what my nation is made of and makes me happy and proud to be a Lydovian and a royal guard. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be, and I love it.
But even as I focus on my duty, thoughts of Benedict keep creeping in.
“Hey, Zeke.” Luca’s voice crackles through my earpiece. “Are you gonna spill the beans on how you managed to get out of the palace undetected while wearing only your birthday suit the other day?”
I feel heat rising to my cheeks but keep my expression neutral. “Eyes on the crowd, Luca,” I mutter. “We’ve got a job to do.”
