And I’m totally, totally his.
“Oh God, more, please, fuck—” Stef’s barely coherent.
I pause long enough to grin wickedly at him, left flustered and begging as I kneel between the splay of his thighs. He’s disheveled, wild-eyed, trembling. I kiss the inside of his thigh, and he shudders. Then I trace my way to cup his arse and work his cock more with my mouth.
“Fuck me, Theo,” he begs.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Stef nods, gesturing urgently at the bedside table. “Everything you need’s in there. I’ve wanted this for so long. Since we met.”
Well, well. I love his reveal.
“Fuck, Stef. I want you so much too.” Then I’m grinning, my face warm. He reaches out to smooth my cheek, and I kiss his fingers.
I shift long enough to open the drawer, taking stock of the lube, condoms, and a variety of dildos and vibrators. Nodding my approval, I give a low whistle as he blushes deeply.
“Excellent. Let’s go with this.” I grab a condom and lube, settling between his legs again to tease his cock with my hand as he shudders. “You like that, huh?”
“Please…” he begs.
I pause long enough to warm up some lube in my hands and then start to tease his opening. Stef shudders and whimpers as I play with him, tickle his balls, then slowly press a finger inside as he cries out with pleasure. His gaze is locked on mine.
“Please…” he gasps again.
“Mm, so fucking hot…” I encourage, taking my time to ease Stef open, till he’s writhing and nonsensical beneath my mouth and fingers. Till his senses are flooded.
Then, I efficiently put on a condom and catch his thighs, press myself against Stef’s opening just enough to make him shudder once more. Rubbing the head of my cock against him makes my spine tingle, my balls tighten, and I catch my breath, taking in the sight of him so I can remember this later.
“Oh God—Theo. Now. Fuck?—”
“Yeah, gorgeous.” I give him a fierce kiss, then start to ease into him at last, my cock and balls aching for him. He feels fucking incredible. I brace myself on my arms on either side of him, holding his gaze. “You tell me if this is too much.”
“I want all of you.” Stef whimpers, digging his fingers into my back, my arms, my shoulders as I continue to tease him patiently as he gradually relaxes for me. He arches his back, overwhelmed. I lean in to kiss him again.
“Oh God… fuck,” Stef gasps desperately, lifting his head.
“Okay?” I ask.
“More,” he begs.
Grinning, I give him now and yesterday and tomorrow too, eventually pushing my length inside Stef. I gasp. A strangled groan escapes me with the sudden warmth of him around my cock, his urgency, the taste of him on my lips.
Stef begs and gives, and at last, I start to thrust.
Sobbing out, Stef’s beyond words now, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back against the pillows. He feels incredible. Ragged breaths escape me, desperate for him. He clutches at my shoulders, the nape of my neck, my hair.
And there’s no more world, no more Edinburgh. No princes and no reality and no more troubles. Right now, it’s only me and Stef—together.
I shift and grab his hips, moving with greater urgency. He reaches for his cock, jerking himself off hard, gasping. He’s not going to last, not like that, not the way he’s reacting like every nerve is on fire each time I thrust.
He’s incredibly hot. Incredibly mine.
“You gonna come for me?” I challenge. “I want to see you come.”
“Yes,” Stef gasps, groaning, so responsive to the movements we make together. His eyes are squeezed tight, his hand relentlessly working his cock, biting his bottom lip.
His body tightens and stills all of a sudden.
