Page 12 of The Himbo and the Lord

His eyes are shining and he gives me his widest grin yet.

“This is going to be good. I’ve never been fucked by alordbefore.”

If I’m honest, my dick has been aching to be buried balls deep in him since he took off that towel, so I line up with his hole straight away.

He sighs contentedly as I breach him, and I almost expect him to come out with some smartarse comment like ‘it’s about time.”

I push in slowly, letting him adjust, and he drops back onto the bed, stretching his arms above his head. As I bottom out, I lean down and tongue his nipple. I nip at it and his back arcs off the bed.

I roll my hips, enjoying how he feels, the pressure of his hole round me. I intended to go slowly but that’s not going to happen, and I can’t help myself as I thrust hard and fast into him. Over and over. He draws his knees up further and I rest my hands on them, using them for extra leverage to fuck into him. His dick bounces between us, but he doesn’t pay it any attention. Instead, he grips my biceps and locks his eyes onto mine.

His breaths, like mine, come in short bursts. Sweat drips off my hair as I keep up the harsh rhythm.

“Come for me, my lord,” he pants. And in a move I had no idea someone could pull off, he tilts his pelvis and brings me deeper into him. His hole grips me tighter—it’s fucking divine—and I feel the familiar tingle in the base of my spine.

“I’m gonna come,” I moan.

“You are, my lord. Yes you are.” With words like that, his voice should be mocking, but it’s not. It holds a hint of reverence, and it does me in completely.

I give one more thrust while I’m coming, and I’m as deep as I can be. He comes a moment later, coating his own chest.

I pull out, and sit back on my heels, my cock still twitching as it softens. He looks down at his chest and back at me, letting out a whoop of joy. I can’t help laughing.

With a burst of energy that I can only marvel at as I’m exhausted, he bounds off the bed. He snatches up the towel he abandoned earlier and scrubs his chest clean. I pull off the condom and rise from the bed, flicking it into the nearest bin. His hand circles my wrist.

“I hope you’re not thinking of leaving?” he says, his voice holding an expectant tone. “You’ve spent one night in my bed. I was hoping you’d repeat it.”

“Will you make a barricade of pillows again?”

His smile lights up his face, reminding me of how beautiful he is. “No.”

CHAPTEREIGHT

Nate

“If I have my way,there definitely won’t be any barriers of any kind between you and me.” I smirk, hoping it hides the burst of panic that coursed through my veins when I thought he’d leave.

When he smiles back, I hand over the towel so he can clean up as well, then jump on the mattress.

“So, what’s your deal?” I ask, as I hit the pillow under my head to make it fluffier.

“My deal?” he repeats with a frown, and damn, his accent will never not be sexy.

“Yeah, what are you doing in Sydney?”

It’s not usual for me to ask personal questions to a hookup, but I can’t deny I’m curious about Ru. I don’t see any reason why we can’t talk before we’re ready to go again.

There’s a long moment of silence while he stares down at the bed, then he climbs in and settles back with a hand under his head and stares at the ceiling.

“I’m here for work,” he says to the room at large.

“Have you been here before?” I wonder, and even though a part of me wants to shut up and sit here in silence, I can’t stop myself from asking. I want to know... more about him.

“I have, a long time ago.” He sighs and turns to me. “What about you?”

His face screws into a grimace that has me chuckling lightly. It looks like the question pained him.

“I’ve never been here before, no. I’m here on vacation with my friends.”

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