“Can I give you a blowjob?” he asked almost properly, and if I hadn’t been seconds from blowing my load, I might have laughed.
“Yes.”
His hands slid up my legs; the path his fingers made were on fire, and when he reached for the button on my pants, I thought I’d come out of my skin.
“Lift,” he ordered, and I raised my hips so he could pull my pants down. “Again.” Next were my boxers and as soon as those were cleared, my dick sprung up, purple, angry, and desperate.
His silver eyes rose to meet mine, and I was simply in awe of this moment.
“The future king on his knees for a peasant.” I smiled.
He rubbed his thumb over the head of my cock, earning a hiss. “I see no peasants, Wynn, and the only crown I’m interested in is this one.” He lowered his head and sucked me to the root.
“Holy shit.” My head fell back, and I had to stop myself from thrusting into his perfect throat.
He pulled off, which caught my attention. I looked into his lust-filled eyes, and there was that same darkness from earlier. “Watch,” he growled.
It was an effort to keep my eyes open as he sucked me. It was by far the greatest blowjob I’d ever had. I didn’t know if it was because it was a prince on his knees for me or if he was just this good.
I shivered, my body bowing as he swallowed around my length, and I gripped his hair. “Julian, I’m going to come, you…shit, you have to pull off.”
But he didn’t. He double-timed it, as if his survival depended on him draining my balls. I came with a shout, and I must’ve either passed out or drifted because as soon as the room came into focus, he was sitting beside me, sipping his wine. I was cleaned and tucked back into my pants.
“Holy shit,” I muttered.
He chuckled. “You taste delicious, Wynn. Better than any wine.”
I eyed him and then his lap. “I can…actually, can I?”
He shook his head. “Next time.”
My eyes widened and I sat up. “I have so many questions.”
“Like?” His brow lifted.
“Next time? What about you coming? What’s happening right now?”
He grinned at the last question. “Yes, there will be a next time. Pleasuring you was more than enough for me, and what’s happening is, you’ve caught the attention of a prince.”
I didn’t have words for those answers. He handed me my abandoned wine, and I simply drank it in a daze.Best vacation ever.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Julian
I loathed havingWynn leave last night and had offered for him to stay. He’d blushed adorably but explained that he needed to spend some time with his friends and that he had a busy day ahead. Which meant I wouldn’t get to see him today. I was bothered by it, however I had a certain governor to kill this evening and planning to do.
I had a time and an address. She’d stated that she’d tell people she had a date but not with whom. The only tiny thread in my plan that could unravel was if she lied and spilled that she was meeting me. I’d easily talk my way out of it—Edward would be my alibi, and honestly I was the heir apparent. The thought of a future king getting his hands dirty would be preposterous to the public.
I spent the day keeping to the itinerary of my tour: a children’s hospital, read a story to a bunch of kids at Brushwood Elementary, a luncheon with a group of veterans. It was all productive and while it made my life easier that everyoneseemed to like me, all I kept thinking about was either Wynn or what sounds Rona would make as she died.
Before Wynn had left last night we’d exchanged cell numbers, so around dinnertime I was able to text him and see how he was doing.
Wynn
Great. Walked like a million miles today on a hike up a mountain. Had lunch there too. Took a nap after and saw an afternoon show at the theater. Was your day all about dignitaries and such?
Julian
