Page 50 of The Royal Curse

The thick base of his cock had a slightly different texture and color than the upper part of the shaft and the gleaming head: darker, purplish, the skin less smooth. His heavy balls hung down below, all of it surrounded by auburn curls.

My fantasies had never really included sucking cock. Perhaps it had been a failure of imagination, or a failure of my potion-stunted libido, or a failure of those stupid books that hadn’t prepared me for anything, as it turned out.

But it had definitely been a failure of some kind, because my mouth watered and my tongue tingled with the desire to see how all those textures felt. The warm, spicy scent of him rose up the more I bent down.

Gods, I wanted—

“What are you doing?” Andreas’s sharp-toned demand stopped me short, an inch away from licking the base of his cock.

I glanced up to find him staring down at me, eyes wide. Fuck, I wanted to lick every single inch of his big body, and it took me a moment to focus on what he’d said.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“I told you I wouldn’t,” he said, sounding harassed beyond belief. “I promised you.”

“Promised me? When did I ask you to—”

“You didn’t ask me! But I’m not going to do this to you, Your Highness. It’s not right when you’re not—we’re not—you shouldn’t. I told you. That’s an act of, of, for someone you choose.”

A crimson blur obscured my vision for a moment as fury rose up and choked me. My inexperience didn’t make me incapable of deciding for myself what I did and didn’t want, or what was right or wrong. How dare he tell me what I ought and ought not to do? Aside from the times when I loved it when he told me what to do, of course.

But this wasn’t one of them. Telling me how to please him, or how to take him when he chose to please me, weren’t the same as telling me whether I was allowed to do it in the first place. And if he didn’t know the difference, then I’d damn well teach him.

“You’re not doing anything to me,” I said. “I’m doing it to you.”

Before he could argue, I swooped down and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.

And then I froze, because I hadn’t thought this far and I had no idea what to do. Andreas’s cockhead filled my mouth, thick and delicious, like a salted sweetmeat. He groaned and shifted under me, and I braced one forearm against his thigh, hand on his hip.

“Fuck, Niko,” Andreas said, low and strained. “You can’t—I can’t—” He broke off in a cry as I swirled my tongue around, licking him inside my mouth. “You shouldn’t!”

I pulled off with a pop and a flick of my tongue that made his whole body shudder. The pit of my stomach twisted into a knot of need. Andreas stared down at me, mouth open, face and torso all flushed and gleaming with sweat.

“You really don’t want me to suck you?” I asked him. “I really shouldn’t?”

Andreas blinked at me. “Fucking gods,” he panted. “Fuck. You have no idea what I’m going to do to you when it’s my turn.”

My blood felt like it stopped circulating for a second, my whole body going cold. “I need to test my potion. Andreas, you can’t just—if I don’t want—”

“I’m not going to fuck you! I’m going to lick every part of you until you’re screaming. Unless you want me to fuck you, and then I’ll fuck you until you scream too. Are you sucking me off or not, you little tease?”

It was my turn to stare, completely nonplussed. Not only had he understood exactly what I was afraid, of…he wouldn’t do it. Never. No matter how much he liked to be in charge.I serve at the pleasure of the prince. He might tell me what to do, he might call me a little tease, but…he meant it.

And as long as he served at my pleasure so generously, I’d be his to command, no matter how treasonous his orders might be. Especially if they were treasonous. He probably knew it, too.

“Yes, Andreas,” I whispered.“I’m sucking you off.”

“Not that I’d noticed—oh, fucking gods,” he said, as I bent again and kissed the head of his cock, a soft, breathtaking brush of my lips against the silkiest skin I’d ever felt. “Fuck. Your Highness. Niko—” He broke off in a groan that vibrated all the way down to my toes, and I lost myself in the taste of him and the heat of him, my own cock throbbing in the constriction of my trousers.

One of his hands slipped behind my head and wrapped around the base of my skull, and I moaned around his cock.

He didn’t shove me down. He didn’t need to. I wanted it as much as he did, his cock thrusting down my throat and filling it, Andreas using me until I couldn’t do anything but take what he gave me. Even though I could barely fit more than a couple of inches of his shaft into my mouth, I pushed down, trying to unhinge my jaw and take him deeper, his cockhead lodged on the back of my tongue and in the opening of my throat, too thick, I started to gag, tears running down my cheeks—

“Stop, Niko.” Andreas’s fingers wrapped firmly in my hair as he pulled me off, gently but inexorably. I gazed up at him, panting, face damp and probably all flushed and blotchy. He’d propped himself up on his other elbow to get a good view of me, and his eyes were wide but his jaw had set in that stubborn jut of his. “You’ll choke.”

I didn’t mind choking. But ironically, I was having too much trouble getting my mouth to work to tell him so.

Andreas petted the nape of my neck. “Open your mouth, Your Highness,” he said. “And don’t look away from me.” He pushed down lightly, and I lowered my head, keeping my eyes up. Dark and glittering, his gaze consumed me as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock again. “You can please me just like this. Use your tongue.”

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