My Prince (15 page)

Alex huffed a laugh. “I don’t want to hurt you, you wanker.”

“Get the fuck on with it.”

Alex was still careful when he pulled out, then eased back inside again. Each thrust got easier, the whole process becoming smooth and fluid as George’s body learned this, adjusted, and found the edge of heat in it.

To George’s surprise, his erection returned, gently stimulated between their bellies. He didn’t reach for it, not yet, instead preferring to touch as much of Alex as he could get his hands on.

Alex kept their foreheads pressed tightly together and picked up the pace, though slowly, gradually increasing the intensity. Like this, each gasp and groan and murmur between them was breathed over soft lips, caught with tongues, then exchanged again. George felt himself drowning in those kisses, not sure if he was losing something to Alex, or giving it away freely.

“George,” Alex said, and George understood.

He crossed his ankles around Alex’s thighs, then curled one of his hands around Alex’s bicep and pushed the other into Alex’s thick hair.

“Fuck, George,” Alex gasped again, and George nodded.

“Please, Alex.”

Alex was so expressive when he orgasmed. He buried his face against George’s neck and moaned and grunted and shuddered, his whole body contracting.

The room filled with the sounds of their combined, harsh breathing, and George could hear the blood rushing through his ears. He wriggled his fingers slowly, gently teasing Alex’s hair, and Alex shuddered again.

“God.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Alex laughed softly. “Are you?”

“Mhmm.”

Alex moved then, pulling away and pressing a kiss to the end of George’s nose.

“Give me a second,” George said and rolled out of bed without waiting for a response. He walked stiffly over to the bathroom and pushed the door closed. Then he took a deep breath.

Certain parts of his body screamed for attention, and George cleaned himself up delicately, wiping the lube away, then washing his face, his hands. His ass.

He blew out a heavy breath and flushed the toilet, then poured a glass of cold water and drank it down in one.

Alex knocked, then let himself into the bathroom. George didn’t look up. He had both hands braced on the edge of the counter, his head dropped and shoulders hunched. Alex did whatever it was he needed to do, getting rid of the condom, then put a hand on the middle of George’s back.

“George?”

“Yeah?”

“You sure you’re okay?”

George huffed a laugh. “Yeah.” He grinned at Alex over his shoulder. “I think my balls are blue, though.”

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m messing with you.”

Alex’s hand skimmed the rest of the way down his spine and gently cupped one of his asscheeks. His thumb brushed back and forth over the seam between his ass and thigh, tickling the downy hairs there.

“How’s your arse?”

“Sore.”

Soft lips caressed George’s shoulder, and he shivered. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Before George could get out the “Huh?” he was thinking, Alex dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to the last bump of George’s spine.

“What the fuck are you… oh
holy shit
!”

Alex had grabbed two handfuls of George’s arse and gently pulled apart his cheeks, exposing his hole, then kissed it full on. George fell forward onto his hands again and had to trust his elbows wouldn’t give way as Alex rubbed over that sore flesh with his lips, then the flat of his tongue.

“Jesus Christ, Alex,” George groaned.

“Do you like it?” Alex asked, his voice husky, his breath tickling the now-wet flesh.

“I… don’t know.”

“Let’s find out.”

The sensation of wet tongue on his hole caused tingles to shoot all the way up George’s spine. His fingers curled and his knees went weak as Alex started to lap slowly over his hole, not teasing but soothing, letting the softness of his tongue be a comfort against his stinging flesh.

The noises coming from George’s mouth were almost inhuman. He knew about rimming, he wasn’t totally naïve, and he’d seen enough porn in the past few years to be a little intrigued at the idea. He’d never tried it, though, had never wanted to in all of the random hookups he’d had. He’d never thought he’d be on the receiving end.

The first George knew about his cock enjoying the experience too was when it had risen enough to bump against the edge of the sink unit. That bump sent a shockwave down his cock into his definitely blue balls. The chain reaction made him instinctively arch his back away from the cool counter, back against Alex’s mouth.

“Fuck, yeah,” Alex growled and grabbed George’s ass again, burying his whole face in between George’s chubby cheeks.

George spread his legs wider, giving him better access, and forced himself to let go of the counter and grab hold of his cock. It throbbed in his hand and he immediately felt the wetness on his wrist. He was
leaking
, for fuck’s sake.

Alex’s skilled tongue curled against his pucker over and over, decadently wet and probing, and George pulled on his cock hard and fast, all sense of propriety gone with the balls-deep need to just fucking
come
.

He did, with a roar, and Alex didn’t stop the whole time until George’s knees really did give out and he collapsed against the counter with his whole body shaking.

Alex kissed one of George’s arse cheeks.

Then the other.

Then he kissed all the way up George’s spine, sending renewed shock waves out from the center of his body.

“You,” George gasped, his words not coming out nearly as insistent as he’d hoped. “You are really going to have to brush your teeth before you make any attempt to kiss me.”

Alex laughed, the sound rich and wonderful, and he kissed the back of George’s neck instead.

“No problem, hotshot. You gonna wipe the come off my counter?”

George made a noise, one he didn’t know the meaning of, so he couldn’t expect Alex to. He stumbled over to the toilet and wiped off his belly and his hand, then gathered a fistful of paper to clean up the mess he’d made.

Alex was cheerfully brushing his teeth, his mouth minty-foamy, though he still managed to grin at George. It was taking George longer to recover from that experience than it had for nearly every other sexual experience he’d had. He wasn’t in the mood to mess around.

While Alex continued to brush, he washed his face again, then took a piss, not caring that Alex was watching him.

Alex spat for the last time and rinsed his mouth out. “How are you doing?”

“Okay.”

Alex seemed far too entertained about the whole situation for George’s liking. “Good. Can I kiss you now?”

“Okay.”

It was cold, this kiss, and Alex pressed their naked bodies together until they warmed up. He cupped George’s cheek in one hand and rubbed his thumb over George’s cheekbone, looking at him like he was some adorable, amusing creature.

“Come to bed,” Alex said easily, and George followed him without a moment’s hesitation.

“G
OOD
MORNING
,”
Alex murmured. He kissed George’s shoulder, tasting the salt on his skin, then pressed his chest flush against George’s back. “How are you feeling?”

George grumbled something unintelligible and stretched like a cat. Then he winced. “Fuck.”

“Mm. Thought you might be sore.”

“I can’t believe last night I had your dick
and
your tongue in my ass.”

“Not at the same time. I’m not quite that flexible.”

Chuckling, George rolled over and nudged his nose against Alex’s in an Eskimo kiss. His eyes seemed soft, warm, and Alex wasn’t sure if it was because they were still glassy with sleep, or if, like his imagination wanted to dictate, they were full of love.

Something swooped through Alex’s chest, and oh boy, there it was.

He leaned in, smiling, and brushed his lips over George’s.

“You’re hard,” Alex exclaimed, surprised when George’s erection brushed against his thigh. “How are you hard? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Here’s something you should probably know,” George said. He reached down and squeezed his cock, then shuddered lightly. “I have woken up hard every day since I was thirteen.”

Alex laughed. “Really?”

“Every single day. Without fail. Even when I shared a bed with my brother on holiday. And when I went into hospital to have my appendix out. I was drugged up to my eyeballs and in so much pain, but I still had a boner when I woke up.”

“Wow.” Alex brushed his fingertips back and forth over George’s chest. “What do you do about it?”

“It depends,” George said. “Some days all I need to do is squeeze it and I blow. Other times I just ignore it and it goes away.”

Alex gave him a horrified look.

“What?”

“How could you?”

“How could I what?” George laughed, digging his fingers into Alex’s ribs.

“Just… let it go to waste like that. Oof, get off me!”

Alex found himself on his back, pinned to the bed with his wrists up over his head. George looked at him, then leaned in for a closed-lips kiss.

“You wanna do something about it?” he offered, grinding the erection in question in the crease of Alex’s thigh.

“Can you get off like this?” Alex asked. He’d come twice the night before; he wasn’t about to get off anytime soon. Not that he’d tell George, but the head of his dick felt a little bruised. Popping George’s cherry had been hard work on the old boy.

“I’m almost there already,” George said, his voice already low and rough.

Alex clenched his fingers in George’s fists and kissed and licked his neck, spreading his legs and lifting his hips until George grunted and spilled all over Alex’s belly.

“Mm,” he groaned decadently, breathing heavily.

Alex skimmed his fingers over George’s head, liking the way the half-centimeter of hair tickled his skin. He let George recover for a second, then wriggled out from underneath him.

“I’m going to shower really quick, and then I’ll go make tea, okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“Help yourself to the ass cream in the cabinet.”

“The
what
?”

“Trust me,” Alex said, laughing as he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “It’ll help.”

Chapter Nine

“H
EY
. A
LEX
.
Alex.”

The voice alone made him cringe, and an icy trickle made its way slowly down Alex’s spine. He grabbed George’s wrist, stopping him, and turned around.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Harrington?”

His ex-boyfriend stood on the steps of the university building on George Square, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his expensive jeans. Alex knew they were expensive, because they were
his
fucking jeans. He’d never bothered to pick them up from Harrington’s place after they broke up. Whether or not that was intentional, Harrington wanting to remind him that they used to be that intimate, he couldn’t know.

“I wanted to talk to you. You changed your number.”

Laurence Harrington was the second Earl of Somerset and an asshole. Alex had met him at Eton, and he was exactly the sort of guy Alex thought he was supposed to be with. These days, he was very happy to be wrong about that. Tall, with a broad chest and muscles that came from rowing, hair perfectly done, jaw close-shaven, Harrington was good-looking, there was no point in denying it. He was a smooth motherfucker too, and used to getting his own way.

“I changed my number because I didn’t want to talk to you,” Alex said with a sigh. He felt George’s hand come to rest on his lower back, and it was strangely comforting.

“Who’s this guy? You replaced Turner?”

“What? No. He’s not my bodyguard, he’s my boyfriend.” Alex shook his head.

“Oh, really.”

Harrington’s words dripped with disdain, and he looked George up and down slowly, taking in his coat, his boots, the fact that he wasn’t wearing a watch that had the same value as the GDP of a small country.

“Look, asshole—” George started, and Alex put a hand on his chest before it could go any further.

“It’s fine,” he murmured. “Let me get rid of him.”

“Fine. I’ll wait. Right here,” George said through gritted teeth. He took two steps to the side, folded his arms, and looked in the opposite direction.

“Sarcastic little shit,” Harrington said. He pulled a slim silver cigarette case from his pocket, selected one, tapped the end on the lid, then lit it with a match. He always was a pretentious fuck. “What gutter did you drag him out of? One hell of a rebound, Amsberg.”

Alex chanced a look over at George. His jaw was twitching. Part of Alex—a really big part—wanted to say
George! Kill!
and watch as his precious little pit bull tore this wanker limb from limb.

Harrington exhaled over his shoulder.

“Why are you in Edinburgh?” Alex said. He was trying to sound demanding, but his words came out weary.

“Like I said, I came to see you.”

“Why?”

“Things ended on a rather sour note between us, Alex. I don’t like that.”

“We broke up over a year ago.”

“I know.”

“So….” Alex spread his hands, waiting for an answer.

Harrington shrugged. “Tomas and I broke up.”

“Boo fucking hoo.”

“Nice one, Alex. Did your street rat boyfriend teach you that?”

“Leave George out of it. So what, Harrington? Tomas left you. Why should I care?”

“Alex.” Harrington’s voice changed, his voice going soft and intimate. “Come on. You and I, we understand each other. Tomas was… he was a rebound. You know what that’s like, right? He was someone to occupy me while I got over you. But I never got over you. The two of us, Alex? We’re the same.”

Harrington took a step forward. Alex took one back.

“He said something to me, you know. When it was over. He said, ‘Laurie, no one else will ever live up to your prince.’ That struck a note. He was right. No one will ever be you, Alex.”

“Please don’t do this, Laurie,” Alex said. His voice almost caught on Harrington’s nickname, the one hardly anyone ever used. That was enough to make him sharpen up. “You need to pull yourself together. Desperation doesn’t look good on you.”