Page 139
I couldn’t wait.
Once naked, I carefully stepped into the hot, fragrant water and sat at the opposite end of the tub, our legs tangling together in the middle. Vince handed over his glass so I could have a sip of champagne, then sat back with a contented sigh as I lifted one of his feet and began to massage it.
“Fuck. I’m kind of pissed at how much I’m loving this.” He lazily swirled his fingers through the water. “I should hate how decadent and shit this all is. But goddamnit, it feels really good.”
I chuckled, smoothing my thumbs over his arch and making him shudder with pleasure.
“And I didn’t realise this is what champagne is actually supposed to taste like,” he added, leaning his head back against the lip of the tub.
I chuckled again. “Are you getting drunk?”
He lifted his head with a grin. “Nah. Takes a scary amount to get a ghoul drunk. Unless we do something stupid like not eat for a day beforehand, which is what Rafe did that time we went to Gargy’s.”
“Oh yes.” I nodded with a smile. “I remember seeing him dancing with that… hat on.”
Vince laughed, curling his toes against my palm. I lifted his foot higher to press a kiss to the ball of it, just beneath his big toe, and I saw his eyes grow even darker as he watched me from the other end of the tub, his skin wet and gleaming, hair sticking in damp tendrils to his neck and chest. My stomach practically cramped with arousal, cock jerking in the water.
“I know what I want next,” he said, voice low and throaty.
My breath caught. “Yes?”
His lips tilted into a tiny smirk. “Come over here so I can suck you off.”
My fingers tightened on his foot, my prick growing even harder and leaking into the water. “I-I’m supposed to be spoiling you—”
“Yeah, and what I want is your dick in my mouth.” He raised a stern brow at me. “So get over here, your highness.”
My breaths had already grown shallower as I carefully lowered his foot back into the water and got to my knees, shuffling forward until I was straddling his hips. He grinned up at me, tipped his coupe to gulp down the last of his champagne, then set the glass aside and slouched a little lower against the side of the tub as he grasped my hips and urged me to lift them out of the water.
Still kneeling, I straightened and gripped the edge of the tub on either side of his head, breathing fast as I looked down and saw my stiff cock bobbing just in front of his face. Vince leaned in and sucked my cockhead into his mouth with a low groan, making my hips jerk as I loosed a shaky breath.
My head tipped back as pleasure trickled through my body, flowing out into my limbs from the hot, wet suction of his mouth on the tip of my cock. His tongue emerged and slid around the shaft before he plunged his mouth deeper, sucking with long, deep draws.
It wasn’t long before I was shuddering and whining plaintively, trying not to thrust into his mouth as my thighs quaked and my cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum onto his tongue. Vince sucked me hungrily right up until I began to shake, my limbs stiffening with my impending orgasm, my fingers clawing at his damp hair and my moans growing more and more frequent. He slowly slid his mouth free with a satisfied moan and looked up at me with a sly grin while I shuddered from unfulfilled lust.
“I’m ready to get out now,” he said casually.
It took a few moments for the words to sink in, and when they did, I swallowed down the urge to plead with him to make me come. This was about what he wanted, without question or argument.
And if he wanted to make me wait, make me desperate and mindless, then I would happily oblige.
I would love it, in fact.
Legs trembling and breaths still unsteady, I nodded and clumsily clambered out of the tub, trying to ignore my throbbing cock as it twitched. I heard Vince huff in amusement, and could feel his gaze on my wet skin as I grabbed a thick towel for him and turned to hold out a hand.
He grinned and placed his hand in mine to climb out of the tub. My throat bobbed when his hard cock emerged from the water, and my teeth raked over my lower lip as he gave it an absent stroke, his pale grey skin wet and gleaming from the rose oil in the bath.
“Thanks,” he said when I wrapped the towel around his hips and reluctantly hid his hard cock from view. I’d hesitated, hoping he would order me to get on my knees and suck him off, but all he did was give my cheek a brief kiss before picking up the champagne bottle and wandering into the bedroom.
“I’ll pour you some more.” I hurried to cover myself with a towel, grabbing his glass and the platter of food to follow.
When I got into the bedroom, Vince was sipping champagne from the bottle and crouching beside our open suitcase to sift through it. He looked up and grinned, hiding something behind his back as he straightened.
Clearing my throat, I asked, “What can I do for you now?” as I set the glass and food down on a side table.
“Take the towel off.”
His tone was blunt and rough, his voice getting deeper and huskier with his arousal. I’d heard Vince turned on enough times by now to recognise it. Nodding quickly, I fumbled to loosen the towel around my hips without a word and let it fall to the floor.
