Page 47 of Royal Crush

My whole body trembled as I looked between us. My erection was straining against my jeans, testing the weight of the fabric. I felt like I was going to burst.

“Yes, I am. Tell me this won’t hurt you.”

He looked into my eyes, studying me, and I was pretty sure he understood I was asking about more than just physical pain. “I like making you feel good. That’s the one thing I want you to take away from this, Aleric. I like when I can make someone feel good. I like when I understand them enough to know what they need.”

It almost sounded like a threat—but it was also a promise. If I gave in to him, if I let him have me, it would be worth my while.

“Make me feel good. Please.”

He touched my lips with the tips of his fingers. “I like hearing you beg a little.”

“I can beg a lot if you’d like,” I told him.

He laughed softly and shook his head, then curled his fingers back into my hair with one hand. The other drifted between us, and he began to work at my button and my zipper. I wanted to tell him no, to say aloud that this was for him, but I couldn’t get the words out.

I was too desperate to feel his hand on me, selfish as that made me. “Will it feel good for you? I need to know this is good for you.”

“It will be. I swear. I won’t be able to come, not the way you do. But I want to see you do it. I want you to spill on my chest. Let me feel it.”

I groaned loudly and hoped desperately that the café below couldn’t hear me. My hips began to move—restless and needy as he finally worked my cock out of the slit in my briefs and he curled his rough, warm hand around it.

“How can I make this better?”

His lips softened into another smile—patient and sweet. “It’s already perfect.”

Heat rushed through me, but I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t. This couldn’t be what he thought of as perfect. “No. I want—how can I make you feel like I’m feeling right now.”

He met my gaze and held it. “You know where to touch me to make me feel good. Give yourself to me, Aleric. Pay attention.”

I had been paying attention. Really. I didn’t know him, but I knew exactly where to bite down to make him squirm, and I knew exactly how quick to obey to send a flush rising from his chest to his ears. I realized right then that’s what he wanted. He wanted someone who understood him. Who was focused when he was letting them know exactly what he wanted.

He needed to feel like I did: like he mattered.

I lowered my head as he began to jack me—hard, dry, the fapping sound of skin against skin filling the room. He tilted his head to the side to give me room, and I dug my fingers back into his sides as I sank my teeth into his neck.

I could feel his pulse beating against my tongue—steady and a little quick. His breath was coming in sharp pants, and his chest began to heat against mine. “Uh uh,” he gasped as I began to stroke his sides with the same rhythm he was stroking my cock. “Put your weight on me, rock your hips,” he ordered. “Make mefeelit, Aleric.”

I slammed into him, hips moving hard, rocking the couch, sending his body back against the cushions over and over as he matched that movement with his hand. He dislodged my teeth from his neck, turning his head almost violently to capture my mouth, and his other hand in my hair tightened to the point I cried out…

…and then I came.

Hot ropes spilled from the tip of my dick, decorating the thick hair on his stomach. He gasped loudly into the kiss, holding me tight, keeping me still as he shuddered with his own release.

I felt it. There was no come, but there was tension, and then there was stillness. Breath heaved from both of our lungs as we panted into each other’s mouths. Then the kiss turned soft. His grasp on me eased only a little.

He kissed me like a man who didn’t want to let go. Not ever.

Eventually, he pulled away with a soft pop, and though I knew I was pushing my luck, I pressed soft kisses along his jaw. He didn’t stop me. He petted over my hair, around my ears, down the back of my neck. His hand was loose over my cock, and after a long beat of basking, he tucked me back into my briefs.

“Tell me you’re okay,” I murmured.

He was silent for a moment, and then he nodded against the side of my face. “I’m okay. It’s…it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that.”

Somehow, I didn’t think that’s what he wanted to say, but I didn’t call him on it. Instead, I leaned back and stared at the mess I made. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Were you a virgin?”

My gaze snapped to his. “You know I’m not. I just told you when I was?—”

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