Page 51 of The Royal Curse

Oh, it was so much easier to do what he told me rather than desperately try to do it right on my own. When I lapped at the head of his cock, salt and sweetness made me salivate, and I slurped and sucked, sloppy and clumsy, and his fingers tightened on my neck, his cock twitching in my mouth.

I wrapped my tongue around him. He thrust up, just enough to bump the roof of my mouth. Our gazes held. For the rest of his life, he’d always have this picture of me in his mind: face red and lips all stretched and shiny, tears at the corners of my wide eyes, whimpering around his cock. I couldn’t keep looking at him, I couldn’t, but I did, because he couldn’t look away from me, either.

“Niko,” he whispered, eyes still fixed on my face, his breath hitching. I gasped as my whole body tightened, and I rutted into the bed, two thrusts before I spent helplessly in my drawers with a garbled moan around his cock.

Andreas caught me under my arms and yanked me up, everything spinning around me as he flipped us over and crushed me beneath him, kissing me frantically, hard and wet and desperate. I flailed, but he grasped my right hand and dragged it down, wrapping it around his shaft with his hand around that, using me to work him in a frantic rhythm.

At last he broke away from the kiss and groaned into my neck, his body shuddering as wetness dripped down over our hands.

I went limp and let my eyes slide shut, giving in to the weight of him on top of me, the softness of the bed beneath me, the dampness of the sweat and come all over us both. My free hand had found its way to his side, and I traced his ribs with my fingertips. He shivered and kissed my throat. Hair tickled my chin and nose and got into my mouth, and I tried to spit it out without making any disgusting sounds.

Andreas kissed my neck, sighed, and lifted his head. I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me in a way that had me melting all over again. “Your hair’s longer than mine. Imagine how I feel.”

It wasn’t even particularly funny, but I dissolved into laughter anyway, and Andreas grinned and kissed me. Everything else went hazy, the world drifting away.

The world came back to me with a jolt some indeterminate time later, when I realized my trousers were undone and Andreas had a hand down the back of them, fingers teasing into the crease of my ass while he sucked a mark on my collarbone.

Nothing had ever felt so incredibly fucking perfect in my life.

At this rate, he’d be inside me within three minutes.

I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, the smoke-stained rafters and the water spots from a (hopefully) long-ago leak, and squirmed and gasped as he slid a fingertip inside me.

“Just my fingers,” he murmured against my skin, and destroyed any chance I had of arguing with him by moving his mouth down, licking a path to a nipple that was already peaked and eager.

Oh, and he’d helped me out of my shirt, too, hadn’t he? Apparently his kisses were a far more powerful drug than anything that apothecary had been able to dispense. They’d distracted me from anything else.

“And my mouth, once I get there,” he added, and bit me. My hips thrust up of their own accord. “My mouth, and my tongue. I could fuck you with my tongue every day and never get tired of it. But I don’t need to fuck you. I’ll come all over your pretty ass. You can take as much of your potion as you want, Niko.”

I didn’t want to take any of it, and that was the problem. What I wanted was for Andreas to put his tongue and his fingers and his cock in me every day, more than once, as often as he wanted, to the exclusion of any other activity.

If he did that for a period of weeks or months, I might eventually grow bored with it.

Possibly.

Not likely, though.

“Will you promise me?” I asked, knowing as I did that the greatest danger would come from me, not from him. His finger slid deeper, setting off bursts of sensation that had sweat breaking out on my forehead and my breath catching. More, I needed more, and I’d be begging soon…

Quick footsteps came from the corridor, and then a brisk rap on Andreas’s door. “Sir? Dario’s back.”

I barely had time to go cold all over in shock and dismay before Andreas had practically levitated off of me, getting to the door and bracing a hand on it to make sure it stayed closed. I hadn’t locked it when I shut it behind me, had I? Gods, I could be so stupid. And if he locked it now, that’d be an obvious sign of something odd going on.

“Already? Is something wrong? Where’s Carlo? I’ll be out in a moment, I’m dressing,” he said, sounding like an alert and competent military commander who hadn’t at all just been planning to fuck my ass with his tongue.

If he used that tone while he told me he meant to fuck my ass with his tongue, I’d melt through the bed. I had to press my lips together tightly to stifle a moan. Now that he’d stopped the guard at the door from entering, Andreas was gathering up his shirt and coat with a soldier’s efficiency, and watching the play of his muscles didn’t help me calm down.

“Carlo stayed upriver to supervise preparations for getting us across. Sounds like they’re not set up to take so many horses.” Now I recognized Salvius’s voice. “Dario returned at once because the ferryman who’s willing to take us wants to go across tomorrow, which means we may want to ride tonight to reach the ferry by morning.”

Andreas sat down in the chair by the fire and began to pull on his boots, frowning down at them. “Why the rush?”

Not that I wasn’t happy to hear we might have a way across the river after all, but that was my question, too. The ferry would wait. Andreas’s tongue seemed much more urgent.

“Ferryman’s convinced that it’s going to rain again by tomorrow night. Dario brought a note from Carlo, too, and it looks like it says the same. Should I knock on His Hi—lordship’s door, or ah, is that not necessary?”

Oh…fuck.

“No!” Andreas grimaced and stood. “I mean, yes, it’s necessary, but no, I’ll do it. Wait with Dario downstairs. I’ll be there directly, and probably his lordship too.”

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