“Anything.” Hugo was sure he would agree to any insane request Everand made if it meant he could come.
“You share my bed with me tonight, and we have a long, thorough discussion about who gets to be the big spoon.”
Get railed now and then fuck a prince slowly later? Did he even have to ask?
Everand jerked his chin toward the head of the table when Hugo seemed to have his brain locked in an endless loop of dirty thoughts. “Get on the table,” Everand ordered, releasing his hold on Hugo’s cock.
That snapped him out of it. Hugo’s hooded eyes shifted from Everand to the table. That was…unexpected, but why not?
A low heat of embarrassment filled his cheeks and raced across his chest. He’d never done anything like that. His few sexual experiences had been very mundane and had always taken place in a bed. But Everand was a prince. Maybe he wasn’t accustomed to the mundane. Or maybe he just had a more adventurous spirit. Either way, Hugo was more than willing to give it a try. Especially since he’d started this.
Hugo hopped up on the table, facing the head chair, his legs hanging off the end. “Is this what you had in mind?”
He’d barely finished speaking when Everand pulled his chair closer and dropped into it.
“Almost.” Everand grabbed Hugo’s bare ankles and put his feet on the arms of the chair. He pushed Hugo’s knees apart, putting him on display.
Hugo moaned and lay back, shivering at the feel of Everand’s warm, powerful hands moving up his calves and caressing the inside of his thighs. One hand fondled his balls, seeming to test the weight and feel of them before gripping his cock, stroking him. Every touch stole his breath away and sent his heart racing. No one had ever touched him like this, made him feel so treasured.
“Look at you.” Everand’s voice was low and dark, sending tendrils of hot need through Hugo. “You’re not a meal. You’re a banquet. A feast. Part of me wants to admire the beauty of you. To memorize this sight so I can play it over in my head late at night.”
A whimper broke from Hugo’s throat in the form of Everand’s name, and Hugo slapped a hand across his mouth, trying to hold in the noises escaping him.
“Be as loud as you want. There’s no one about to hear you but me. The servants are all attending to the guests at the ball. And I want to bask in every noise you make.” As Everand spoke, there was a glass clink of the stopper being set on the table. A coupleof moments later, a slick finger pushed into his hole, stretching him. The groan that erupted from Hugo couldn’t be stopped.
“That’s it,” Everand murmured, working his ass and dick at the same time. “Let go. My treasure is so sexy. The beauty of you is burned into my mind. I’m going to have to jerk off after every meal I eat at this table.”
“More,” Hugo fought to get out. It was so good, but he needed more. Needed to be stretched enough to fit the cock he’d had in his mouth not long ago.
Pleasure bloomed through his body, unfurling bold and delicate petals in every inch of him. Fires burst to life, leaving him sweaty and needy. He stretched out his arms and gripped the sides of the table. With his feet balanced on the arms of the chair, he inched closer, trying to take more of Everand’s finger, meeting him thrust for thrust.
As a second finger pushed into his hole, Everand bent and licked a long stripe up his dick. Hugo shouted and swore, his brain cutting out at that brief sting of pain curled up in a rush of ecstasy.
“Ev!” he shouted. He pressed his head into the wood and arched his spine off the cool surface. It all felt too wonderful. Muscles tightened and tension increased at the base of his spine, warning that the orgasm that had been lingering in the background was about to burst free. But he couldn’t like this. He needed to feel Everand in him.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can wait much longer either,” Everand admitted through clenched teeth. He worked in a third and final finger. “I don’t want to hurt you, my precious treasure.”
“You won’t. Promise.”
Everand hesitated, meeting Hugo’s gaze with a dark, questioning one. Whatever he saw must have convinced him, because he quickly withdrew his hand and shoved down his pants to his ankles. Hugo lifted his head to see Everand drizzlehis cock with a heavy dose of the oil he’d been using to slick his fingers. Grinning, Hugo scooted his ass just off the edge of the table.
A giggle escaped Everand, and then the head of his dick brushed Hugo’s hole. All the laughter stopped. Everand pushed inside, stopping after the head breached the tight ring of muscles, and they both moaned. He was thicker and hotter than Hugo had imagined. The pain was sharp, but it subsided as Everand withdrew slightly and moved in deeper. Hugo released his death grip on the table and started stroking his cock, reigniting all the fires that had burned so brightly seconds ago.
“Yes, that’s it. Take your pleasure. My precious treasure. My perfect love,” Everand gasped.
“More. Harder,” Hugo choked out, forcing aside the brief euphoria that came with that husky pet name. He couldn’t focus on it. There was no telling whether Everand meant what he was saying. His cock was in Hugo’s ass, and neither of them was thinking any longer.
Everand sped up. The slap of bare skin permeated the room, accompanied by an ominous creak of the wooden table. While sturdy, it hadn’t been built for this use. Hugo wanted to whisper a prayer to any god for it to hold, but Everand sped up, pounding into him with such force and precision that Hugo temporarily forgot how to breathe. His hand shuttled along his cock faster and faster.
“Ev!” Hugo cried out; he was getting so damn close.
“Wait!” Everand snarled. He pulled free of Hugo’s body. The sharp emptiness left Hugo feeling bereft, as if something had been carved from his chest. Yet before he could even ask why Everand had stopped, the prince pulled him to his feet and spun him to face the table. He shoved him to lay facedown. Just as Hugo was drawing air into his lungs again, Everand thrust, knocking the air he’d drawn out. The angle was different, leavinghim feeling fuller somehow. He howled and begged as Everand fucked him. It was so close to perfect. He hovered on the edge of orgasm, but from this angle he couldn’t easily reach his cock that was trapped under the table. A sob of frustration threatened to break from his throat when Everand lifted one of his legs, pushing his knee up so that it was balanced on the table. As he did, the prince hit a magical spot. Lightning sliced through him, scorching every part of him. A shout burst from his lips as he came without warning, without even being touched. All he could do was cry out as Everand ruthlessly fucked him through the brain-melting orgasm.
As he was returning to himself, Everand shouted and came hard, filling Hugo with his hot semen.
Oh, gods.
How was he supposed to return to the ball now? After this? Hugo didn’t want to move. The prince’s breakfast would have to be served beside his limp body and bare ass in the morning.
