I saw no point in lying about it. “Yes. I like doing this. And I didn't get to the first time.”
His eyebrows went up. “I'll remember that.”
I shoved his knees apart and got between them. Inhaling, I rubbed my face upward, along his length. That smell! Fuck, it was addictive. I ventured a lick. The King's hands went to my shoulders as he groaned. Very promising. Another lick, and then I wrapped a few fingers around his base. He was long enough that I'd have to employ them along with my mouth, even though I could take him down my throat.
The tip blushed for me. I ringed it with my tongue and then moved down. The King growled, his lower body tensing. Rolling my eyes up, I watched him as I moved up and down onhis shaft. His girth stretched my lips but not too much. I wasn't uncomfortable. His size was perfect. Everything about him was perfect.
I got into my task, licking and sucking, and then slipping off Tor'rien's cock to suck at his balls. The sounds of the city filtered past the curtains, making me feel naughty. We were technically in public. My cock seemed to like that. It strained against my pants. I squeezed my thighs together to ease my arousal. And then, as if he sensed my need, the King slid his leg between my thighs and stretched it until my erection pushed against his shin. The sensation sent me soaring past decorum, and I found myself riding his leg like a common hound. With every bob of my head, I ground against him.
Usually, I was focused on my lover when I performed oral sex, intent on taking him to the point where he would beg me for release. But with Tor'rien, we rose together. There was no begging. I gave without thinking, needing him to crest with me. And when he came, he held my head down so that I would drink him and pressed his leg up so I soaked his pants. Only when Tor'rien felt the heat of my release did he cry out, but it was against bared and clenched teeth so he wouldn't draw attention to us.
With my mouth full, I couldn't make a lot of noise either, but I did groan around him even as I swallowed. And when we were both spent, I drew off his flesh and looked up at Tor'rien. He was panting hard, his chest rising and falling, but the look he gave me was tender.
Stroking back my hair, he said, “Nothing about us will ever be normal.”
“What?” I sat back.
The King slipped himself back into his pants. “Don't look so scared. I can read your face, not your mind. You were surprised by what just happened. I concluded that this was unusual for you. Tell me, what part about it didn't conform to your expectations?”
I glanced at the stain on my crotch before I pushed myself up on the bench across from him. It was enough of an answer.
A black brow lifted.“You've never come while giving head?”
“I like to keep the act about my lover.”
The King snorted.
“Why is that amusing?”
“Because no sexual act should be solely about one person. Sex is a union. It should be pleasurable for both of us. It shouldn't matter who is receiving and who is giving.” He paused, looking me over, then said, “If there is ever a time when we are having sex and you aren't enjoying it, I need you to tell me immediately. In fact, I demand it.”
I leaned back and stared at him. How interesting. A generous lover. Many men believed they were generous, but true, giving lovers who placed the needs of their partner as high as their own were hard to find. That the King of Rushao should be one such man seemed impossible. His very status should have worked against that.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Tor'rien asked.
“Have you given that command before?”
“Leave it to you to see it as a command.” He rolled his eyes.
“I see things clearly. More clearly than others. It was a command. You said that youdemandedit.”
The King blinked. “Yes, you're correct. I . . . no, I've never issued such a command. I've never felt the need.”
“But you do with me?”
“Most men are selfish, Tekhan. But you, although you often seem selfish or dismissive, are neither. You act in ways a lot of people don't understand. But I understand you. Nearly everything you do is selfless. You have a tendency to see to the needs of others first. It is admirable and precious to me, but it has no place in the bedroom.”
“We are not in a bedroom.”
He laughed. “No, we've yet to get to one, haven't we? But that's about to be amended.” He pulled the curtain aside to reveal that we had arrived at the royal castle.
I looked from the castle to him. “You distracted me so I wouldn't argue with you about coming here for the night.”
The King shrugged and then got out of the carriage. Pausing outside, he said over his shoulder, “Don't forget your files, Claw Shinkai.”
I grabbed the satchel but left the bags of bloody clothes. I had too much to deal with already. Then I climbed out of the royal carriage and stared upward. This time, I'd be going inside the castle. Before I did, I appreciated the view. At night, with lights shining from many windows, the towering structure seemed impossible. It was humbling that people had built it.Not just formidable, the royal castle was also beautiful, with stone carvings and statues of trennor birds enhancing the awe-inspiring architecture.
And it was the home of one man. I brought my gaze back to the King. Well, one man and his minions.
