I look at myself the way he wants me to. Seeing myself through his eyes is pure heat. His grip on my cock is so firm and sure.
“I’ll make you ready for me.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Then you’re going to ride me.”
“Yes, please.”
I can feel the shift in my body. The way it yields. I look at him.
“So eager for me,” he says gently. “My good boy.”
I nod, letting my eyes close for a second.
Those words feel almost holy to me. When I’m his good boy, when I lethim take the lead, I don’t have to brace for anything—no disasters coming, no threats waiting in the dark. Caspian is my constant. He sets the pace and lets me stay safe in the pleasure of knowing that I’m his to take care of.
He’s still in his boxers, hard and heavy beneath the fabric. I stare, my lips parted. He notices.
“Use your words,” he says, his thumb brushing my lips.
I blush, my fingers trailing his length. I look at him, hoping the question in my eyes is enough. It’s not.
“Can I?”
“Can you what, baby?” he asks, smiling.
I huff. He knows what I want. For a second, I consider storming out, but then I wouldn’t get him in my mouth.
I sigh. Loudly.
“Can I suck you?” I mutter.
“Your stupid highness,” I add under my breath.
He leans back, spreading his legs. A choked sound escapes me. I crawl backwards to angle myself better. First I just breathe him in, pressing my face against the bulge, until I can’t wait anymore. I lick and suck him through the fabric, enjoying the groans he makes.
“Take my boxers off,” he instructs, his voice thick with how much he wants me.
I pull them off, and my cock twitches at the sight of his. His balls look heavy and delicious. I suck one in my mouth, and he curses. Smiling happily, I let go and do the same on the other side until it’s time for my ultimate treat.
“You sound so goddamn hot,” he whispers and I realize I’m moaning. I take him deeper.
“I’m going to come if you keep going,” he groans, stroking my hair.
I don’t want to stop. I release him when he tells me to, but then I let out an involuntary hiss and close my lips around the head again.
“Sweetheart,” he says, sounding amused. “Did you just hiss at me?”
I pull back, glaring at him.
“Of course I didn’t,” I argue. “That would’ve been weird.”
He strokes my hair, a knowing smile on his lips.
“Okay. Give me the lube, baby.”
Soon, I’m sinking down on his cock. He holds my hips, helping me to control the pressure.
