Levana – Three Months Later
The morning of my graduation, I opened my eyes and the first thing that hit me was the feel of something hot and hard at my rear. With one of his arm’s under my neck and the other over my waist, I laid tucked into Saint’s body. Turning just my head, I gazed at his sleeping face and a thrill raced through me. Such a gorgeous man and he was all mine.
Who knew that an exciting visit to a dreary old castle, as Grace called it, would lead me into the arms of an actual prince?
Twisting slightly so that I laid on my back, I traced a slow line with the tip of my index finger, over his brow, down his nose, the shape of his lips. When I trailed over his jawline, tiny stubble pricked my skin making me giggle.
“Lie still,” he ordered without opening his eyes.
Wordlessly, I let my finger trail down his chin, over the shape of his six pack before circling his nipple. I flicked the brown bud and it hardened.
“Levana,” he growled, low and husky.
Still his eyes remained closed, his breathing slightly heavier when I traced the ‘v’ of his pelvis before snaking over his crotch. His cock moved under the gray sweats making me smile.
“You’re being disobedient.”
Lifting my body, I whispered in his ear, “maybe I want to be punished, Mr Sinclair.”
Without opening his eyes, he turned me on my side, away from him, then pulled my back snug against his chest, spooning me. His arm around my waist, locking me in.
For the last three months, while I waited for this day, dad had been adamant I stay at home and live my life like a regular student. Even though Saint was a friend, dad was strict with him. Only allowing me to visit Saint during the weekends, and I loved both men for their compromise. Because of graduation, last night was an exception. Dad allowed me to spend the weeknight with Saint.
Now, I was intent on playing with him. “Saint?”
“Hmm.”
“Can I suck your cock?”
“You’re not going to let me sleep, are you?” He didn’t sound annoyed.
“Sleep is for old people.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
As if he were aware of my impish smile, the arm under my neck moved down to cup my breast, squeezing until I whimpered. One of his thighs slipped between mine, nudging them apart then the arm around my waist, moved under my t-shirt to cup my mound.
“But you like this old man defiling your arse and your pussy, don’t you?” He nuzzled my neck like he didn’t just calmly say that. “You can suck my cock as soon as you give me what I want.” He slid a finger inside my entrance, fucking my already wet pussy.
I shivered, loving the effect he had on me. “What’s that?”
