“You gonna take me?” Magnus’s voice is rough in my ear, his hands dragging down my waist.
“Y-yes?” My voice cracks with nerves.
Magnus smiles. “Was that a question?”
I look at him, bewildered. This is different than the other times we fooled around. No big fight. No pressure forcing us together like magnets. Just us choosing to do this.
Magnus tilts his head. His sculpted abdomen flexes as he takes a deep breath and sits back on his heels. “Have you done this before, Prince?”
I feel a rush of heat coloring my cheeks and ears. “Of course I have!”
He laughs at my reaction. “Then why do you look like a scared virgin?”
“Because...” Do I admit that it’s been a while? Do I tell him I’m nervous that I won’t please him? Or worse, what if we have sex and it’s awful, and he decides to never see me again?
“Baby,” Magnus looks down at me, his fingers holding my chin. “I can see the gears turning in your head.” He kisses me. Once. Twice. “Relax. I’ll handle everything, okay?”
The nickname relaxes me into the bed. “Okay.”
He kisses me with such vigor I forget my name. He leans on his forearms, caging my head. One of his legs is between mine. The weight of him is all-consuming.
“Lift your head,” his voice commands me.
I lift up gently as he stuffs a pillow behind my head. His thick, muscled thighs are straddling my chest. His pants tented.
He pulls down the hem of his pants. “Open your mouth. Tap my thighs if it’s too much. Once we get going, you say stop, and we stop. Understand?”
I nod, my mouth already watering from the sight of him.
He groans as his hand passes over himself. “Verbal yes or no, baby.”
“Yes.” The word sounds too desperate coming out of my mouth, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Magnus pushes himself deep into my mouth, groaning like a starved man.
“Fuck.” His head lolls to the side for a moment before he begins fucking my mouth. “I missed you.”
His dick chokes me in the best way. My mouth stretching around him, careful to not get my teeth in the way.
“I didn’t want to leave after I met you in that hotel bathroom.” Magnus’s voice doesn’t sound like his own. “I wanted to make you feel good but you’re such abrat—”He shoves his shaft deeper making my eyes water. “I bet Kyle helped you out when you got back, huh?”
My heart jumps at being found out, my eyes locking onto his.
A wicked grin curves on his face. “I knew it. Kyle will do everything you tell him to. Not me, prince. I’ll ruin your body and keep using it until I’m done.”
I groan, my thighs pressing together to have some friction on my aching cock.
Magnus pulls out of my mouth suddenly, making me gasp for air. He flips me onto my stomach.
“Wait—” I croak.
“Tell me, were you thinking about me when you came with him?”
“I didn’t have sex with him,” I say into the pillows.
Magnus’s fingers tangle in my hair and yank my head back. “That’s not what I asked.”
I bite my lip, heat sweltering in my core. I arch my back to try and entice him instead of grilling me.
