He’s in charge. He’s in charge.
Hydris climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself over me. He had his hand on my cock and aimed at his hole when he stopped, and I could see his determination abandon him. For a hot second, I feared that he was losing his self-assertiveness.
“This is okay, right?” he quietly asked.
Bless his precious heart.
“It’s taking all my willpower to keep me from being inside you already.”
He bit his bottom lip and grinned, face flushing such a pretty pink. And then he was easing himself down onto my cock, his head tilted back as he moaned at the ceiling. I joined him with a moan of my own because he was hot and tight and, dear god, my lovely little prince knew exactly what he was doing.
Hydris bobbed on me over and over again, taking me deeper with every drop. His hands curled like claws on my abs, bitingin, while he voiced his pleasure. He had his eyes closed, totally focused on himself, and I was caught by the sight of him.
I’d thought for sure he’d be a virgin. No one as sweet as him could be anything else. But he was no innocent. Shy and adorable, yes, but when he started riding my cock and stroking his, I learned that this was where Hydris was self-confident. He might hesitate to ask for it, but he knew what he needed and how to take it.
I was panting as I watched him, felt him, and tried so hard to keep my hands where he’d wanted them. Good thing the headboard was metal or I might’ve snapped it in half. And when he opened his eyes, so blue and bright, and looked down at me, my heart nearly stopped at the perfection of him.
“Bridge, please,” he said between panted breaths.
I nodded. “Tell me,” I practically grunted.
He was getting tired from all that riding but he wasn’t close enough to come yet. He stopped touching himself and hung there for a moment, catching his breath. But then he looked at me with begging in his pretty eyes.
I sat up and flipped us over, hiking his knees back and opening him up for my return. He’d learned his lesson. Yeah, I was sure of that. I sank back into his tight heat and moaned from my soul before thrusting into him and watching him fall apart.
Feeling like a god because he was wailing, telling me with every thrust that my aim was so right, I stared at him and his flowers, his dewy skin, and rocked his sweet little world as best as I knew how.
He came with a yell, shooting all over himself, and gripping me so tightly. I couldn’t resist any longer and shoved in deep before filling him up. The bellow out of me was obscene to my own ears and might’ve been the reason he huffed a laugh. Then we were panting at each other, grins on our faces, and my god, he was beautiful.
Hoping he wouldn’t mind, guessing he wouldn’t, I pulled free of his still-grasping body, set his legs down, and lay on my side next to him. I quickly rearranged him so he was tucked close, his head under my chin, and the rest of him wrapped in my arms. When he sighed, I knew I’d been right.
Whatever came of this change in our relationship, I believed now that it would be worth it. We worked. Really, really worked. I’d never been so enraptured by another person as I was with Hydris. I wanted to cuddle him for rest of the evening. I wanted to start again. I wanted to see how else he could take command.
“I’m proud of you,” I whispered.
He wiggled a little closer. “I’m proud of me, too.”
Chapter 8
Waking up with Hydris cuddling me, one of his flowers pressed to my nose, and delicate spring sunshine bathing the bed was one of the best moments of my life. Like, I honestly recognized that it was that significant. I would’ve kept us right there and just like that if someone hadn’t knocked on the door and said it was check-out time. Instead, we took turns at the wash basin and dressed before going down for breakfast.
Last night, I’d gone and gotten us bowls of thick beef stew and the most amazing bread I’d ever tasted. This morning, we were given plates piled high with bacon, sausage, eggs, more of that bread, and butter that I was pretty sure had been churned just hours ago. I’d been a city boy all my life, but this kind of country living was seriously spoiling me.
Interestingly, though plenty of folks looked, no one outright gawked or came over to say anything to their prince. I could tell they knew who he was, but they kept their distance. Most of thelooks were curious and not hostile, so I didn’t think anyone here was upset with him like they’d been at the barrier.
Part of me wanted them to fawn over him. To want to touch him, get his autograph, or just be seen by him. I wanted him to have fans.
“Hey,” I said quietly, “before we leave, go tell the innkeeper something nice.”
Hydris paused before taking another drink of the citrusy beer that was, apparently, what you drank over breakfast in the tavern of an inn. “Something nice?”
“Yeah. Like it’s the best inn you’ve ever been to.”
“It’s the only inn I’ve ever been to.”
“Really?”
He nodded over his mug.
