I’ve never felt this before—this intense, sickening yearning. Before, I thought this kind of desire was saved for fairy tales. Or maybe it only existed for people with mate bonds, that rare, inescapable love that’s descended from the stars.
But that’s how I feel now: possessed. As though, if I don’t have a part of my skin against his skin, I might go mad with longing.
Slowly, I kiss the base of his cock. It’s so close, I’m a bit intimidated by its length and girth. But I’ll take my time. It seems like I’ve been waiting forever.
Flicking my tongue out, I lick up and down. Like his torso, it’s hard and tastes of salt.
Dayton groans. Encouraged, my tongue sweeps in longer strokes before swirling around his tip. With a greedy motion, I suck the head into my hollowed cheeks. His hips jerk upward, slamming his cock into the back of my throat. I gag, but don’t let go.
With one hand, I cup his heavy balls. They’re flushed with color, and I run a soft finger down the seam.
He jerks a hand out, weaving his fingers through my hair. “Gods, Farron, you’re so good at this.”
I don’t stop my motion, but my mind races. Am I actually good or is he just saying that? Surely, Dayton has had a plethora of partners, ones who might have even studied the art of pleasure. Here I am, having done nothing but reviewed some pictures from books at the back of the library?—
I stop myself. No, I won’t let my self-doubt get to me. Not when every part of me is screaming howrightthis is. How my lips belong on him, how he belongs in me. I know how to pleasure him, as if the instructions were written on my heart.
With one hand on his balls, the other stroking his shaft, and my mouth around the tip, I work Dayton until he’s quivering and moaning underneath me. His fingers dig trenches into the sand. Deeper and deeper, I try to take him, my pace increasing?—
“Okay.” Dayton sits up, pushing me off his cock with a wetpop. His face is flushed, and he’s starry-eyed, as if having awoken from a dream.
“Everything okay?” I ask. “Did I do something wrong?”
“The opposite.” He grabs my chin and drags me up for a kiss. “I want more of you.”
My pulse skitters, and all I can manage is a nod.
“But first,” Dayton says, guiding me to my back, “there’s something you have to know about me. I never let my lovers come only once.”
He wants me to know this about him. Because he thinks we’ll do this again? I have to fight to keep the embarrassing smile off my face.
“First, these need to go.” Dayton grabs the waistband of my breeches. “Wearing pants to a Summer gala?Tsk tsk. Even your father was wearing traditional Summer garb.”
“I tried the wrap skirt. Too breezy,” I mumble.
“Afraid I might see something?” Dayton smirks. “May I?”
I nod. Dayton pulls on my waistband and yanks my breeches straight off my feet, tossing them to the side. My cock, hard to the point of pain, flings free.
Dayton’s eyes roam over me, from my toes, curling and uncurling in the sand, up my lean legs, to settle on my cock. He licks his lips. Somehow, his gaze seems even more intimate than any touch.
“You are glorious,” he murmurs.
Although I’ve never felt a love for weaponry, it is part of being a Prince of Autumn to train. I have always fancied the art of a duel, the satisfaction of the ache in muscles after training. I’ve also taken to long runs through the hillside, where my mind can wander far away from reality. Though I’m not heavily muscled like Dayton or his brothers, the outlines of my muscles are clear beneath my freckled skin.
I’ve never liked being on display for anyone. But I’d lie here forever if Dayton wanted me to.
“I’m going to make you feel like you’ve never felt before,” Dayton says. He lowers between my legs, then lifts my thighs up onto his shoulders, so my lower back is off the sand. I gasp at thesudden vulnerability of it—not just my cock on display, but my ass, too.
His tongue snakes out and begins to lap at my cock, running the length of my balls up to the tip of my head. I cry out, unable to stop myself. He’s right; I’ve never felt anything like this before. His mouth is wet and warm, and every inch of skin that he caresses comes alive. My heart feels like it may burst into flames.
His hands massage my thighs, soft and gentle, but his pace gets more demanding, sucking me deep into his throat. Need pulses through me.
With greedy gulps, he sucks my balls into his mouth, one then the other. Then his lips wander lower, kissing the skin beneath, then lower…
I suck in a breath.
“Relax,” Dayton murmurs against my skin. “I’ll look after you.”
