My Prince (2 page)

For a six pound fare.

“Come on,” Alex said again and took hold of George’s hand. They were right on North Bridge now, the wind whipping in off the North Sea, and George hadn’t even had time to put on his coat.

“The Scotsman?” he asked as Alex tugged him up the steps of the famous hotel. “I was expecting the Premier Inn down the road, mate.”

Alex flashed a row of straight, white, perfect teeth, and it was this, more than anything else, that sucker punched George right in the gut.

This guy was
rich
. Really rich.

Despite the late hour, there was a doorman waiting to usher them inside the cozy reception area. The receptionist, in her pristine black-and-gold shirt, came out from behind the desk and handed Alex a key.

“Enjoy your stay, sir,” she said, and Alex nodded his thanks.

Instead of taking the lift, Alex led George up the wide staircase, then another, then stopped outside one of the doors on the second floor and let them inside.

The suite was elegant, sprawling—wood paneling on the walls, thick red carpet, a small area to one side with delicately upholstered armchairs and a table with a vase of wide white roses.

“Who are you?” George asked.

Alex smiled. “You wanna fuck me or not?”

George laughed. “I wanna fuck you,” he confirmed, dumping his coat over the back of one of the armchairs and undoing the top button of his shirt. He could put aside his prejudices toward the social elite for one night, especially when the social elite looked
so fucking hot
.

“Good.”

A
LEX
STEPPED
up close into George’s personal space and laid his hands on his firm, muscled chest. George was his type of guy—everything from his strong chest, thick arms, toned back; his “fuck you” attitude; the way his hair was buzzed almost completely off, just a light fuzz over his scalp that was shorter even than the stubble on his jaw. The Timberland boots, scruffy jeans, the nice shirt that his mum had probably bought for him.

Oh, yeah.

Alex was going to have fun with this one.

George was maybe an inch or two shorter than Alex, meaning Alex had to angle his jaw just so for the first, almost aggressive bump of lips on lips. It wasn’t a kiss. Nor was the next, definitely aggressive nip to the bottom lip that Alex received, just to remind him, if he needed reminding, who was in control.

It wasn’t him.

He was fine with that.

George pressed his hands to Alex’s chest and walked him slowly back until his thighs bumped against the edge of the bed.

Then they kissed, and oh boy, it was worth waiting for.

George wrapped his hand around the back of Alex’s neck and brought their heads together, bumping noses (was that on purpose?), and his tongue was suddenly in Alex’s mouth, hot and slick and
good
; George was good at this, and Alex reached down to undo the buckle on George’s jeans.

They edged back onto the bed together, laughing softly and trying to maintain that lip-to-lip contact. Mostly failing.

George had gray eyes.

The light in the room was dim and romantic, like he’d asked for. His family stayed at the Scotsman fairly regularly, so his call asking for a suite last-minute wasn’t all that unusual. He’d never used this place for a hookup before—he wasn’t usually afraid to take them back to his place—and it had taken some scrambling on someone’s part to get the room ready in less than twenty minutes.

Eh. He’d pay them well for it.

The low lighting was good on George, much better than the random, flashing colored lights in the club, and he’d looked good under those too. His body was all angles and curves, cheekbones and jaw, bicep and ass, and Alex was prepared to bet he had cut hipbones too, the ones that made a delicious V arrowing down to his cock.

“Top or bottom?” George growled.

“Yes.”

“I don’t bottom.”

“Oh, I’m happy to, honey.”

For a moment it looked like George was struggling to keep a straight face, and then he buried his face in Alex’s shoulder and laughed.

“Good,” he mumbled, then started to lick and suck up and down Alex’s neck.

From there it was shirts off, and
holy defined pecs, Batman
and little button nipples and kicking off socks and shoes.

“Nice tattoo,” Alex said, skimming his fingertips over the dragon that crested over George’s shoulder, the beast snarling out from his chest.

“Thanks.”

Alex wasn’t expecting Mr. I Don’t Bottom to pay too much attention to his dick, so when George’s hand stole inside his Calvins and very carefully cupped the whole package, then squeezed, the noise he made was part surprise, part desperate arousal.

His toes curled, and he arched off the bed, asking for more with his body rather than words.

“Horny little fucker, aren’t you,” George said, squeezing again, then letting his fingers tuck under Alex’s balls and press farther back. He frowned and paused, two fingers hovering before going any further. “You’re alright with a bit of banter, yeah?”

Alex licked his bottom lip and felt a smile creeping over his face. “Yeah. I don’t mind.”

“Good.”

George leaned down and delicately took Alex’s nipple between his teeth, tugging gently as his fingers continued their slow dance around Alex’s hole.

“Oh God. Oh fuck. There’s lube in the nightstand.”

“How the fuck do you know that?”

“I told them to put it there.”

“Handy, that.”

Alex could hear the sarcasm but no malice as George leaned over and yanked open the drawer to find condoms, lube, tissues, wet wipes, and a “for her pleasure” cock ring, then dumped them all on the top of the nightstand.

By then, Alex couldn’t contain his giggles, and he pulled his boxer briefs the rest of the way off, throwing them onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. He palmed his cock, one arm tossed lazily up over his head, as George rifled farther back in the drawer.

“What are you looking for now?”

“I dunno. I’m intrigued. Poppers? A massive dildo? The door to Narnia?”

“That’s in the wardrobe.”

“There’s no poppers,” George decided, grabbing the lube and fumbling with the wrapper to get it undone.

“I don’t need them.”

“Eh.” George shrugged. “I don’t mind a hit every now and then.”

His eyes flicked to Alex, almost casually, and then he did an amusing double take.

“Hmm?” Alex asked.

“You’re really fucking fit.”

“Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.”

George snorted and returned his attention to the bottle of lube.

“Here,” Alex said, as he let go of his cock and reached out to take it from him. “Get a condom.” George made a face. “You’re gonna need a condom,” Alex added with a laugh.

“Alright, alright. Keep your knickers on.”

George still had his socks on. Clean, smart black ones, so Alex wasn’t going to tell him to take them off. He had big hands too, Alex noticed as George fumbled—again—with the condom wrapper, then rolled it down his cock.

His big, thick, veiny cock.

Hoo, mama.

“Here,” Alex said, reaching for George’s cock with his fingers loaded up with lube. He took his time smearing the slippery stuff over the latex, feeling the whole package start to warm, then throb under his fingers. George’s eyes flickered closed.

He wiped what was left over his hole, then surreptitiously cleaned his hand with the bedcover.

“You want—” George started, and Alex cut him off with a shake of his head.

“I’m good.” He spread his legs a little wider.

George shifted on the bed, then lay down on top of Alex, lining their bodies up perfectly. He nipped Alex’s jaw, then kissed him, letting his cock settle in the crease of Alex’s ass and humping slowly as their tongues slid together.

“You ready?” George asked as Alex gasped into his mouth.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

George leaned down and grabbed his dick, angling it so it was pressed just against Alex’s hole. The slippery lube made finding purchase difficult, and they both laughed breathlessly for a few moments until George got it right,
finally
, and the first inch or so of his dick popped inside.

“Oh fuck,” Alex gasped, and his whole body arched off the bed.

His hands were settled in that place where George’s shoulders met his neck, and he felt his entire body contract: fingers, toes, abs, spine, everything curling in toward George’s body. After a second, maybe more, George pushed the rest of the way in.

“Is that it?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

The sounds of his own heartbeat and breathing were loud in Alex’s ears as they moved together, shifting so his legs were pulled back, held in place by George’s elbows and hands planted on the bed.

He has really nice forearms
, Alex thought, his mind finding the weirdest thing to concentrate on at the most inopportune moment.

George’s fucking was deep and slow. He pressed his forehead to Alex’s and wrapped his arm around the back of Alex’s neck, holding them close together for more slow, demanding kisses.

It was good. Really good. Really sexy, hot—the feel of a man inside him, the smell and taste of him, the way he grunted hard and kissed soft and knew how to angle up to grind against Alex’s prostate.

This man was good at sex, knew what he was doing with another person’s body. It was give and take, and George was giving better than Alex had had in a really long time. It wasn’t until he felt it—the really good—that he realized what he’d been missing.

George made a soft noise in the back of his throat and said, “Alex,” and Alex reached for his own cock, tugging on it in time with George’s thrusts.

“This okay?” George asked, his voice lusty and raw, his hips still rocking insistently into Alex’s body.

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”

George swept his tongue into Alex’s mouth again, and it was all so bone-meltingly amazing Alex was forced to slow himself down, to not rush toward his inevitable orgasm, because he didn’t want it to end just yet.

And they stayed like that, fucking unhurried and easy, kissing long and hard, their bodies in quiet, undulating movement together. Alex felt his hips start to ache with the stress of holding the position for so long, and George let go of his legs one at a time so Alex could stretch them all the way out.

“Do you need to me to stop?” George asked.

“Oh please, fuck no,” Alex said and bit down on George’s plump lower lip. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

George laughed. “Okay. I think I’m gonna come soon.”

“Yeah?”

He made another one of those soft noises, and Alex felt his belly zing in response. “Yeah. You need me to get you there?”

“You’re doing that just fine already.” George pressed his face to Alex’s neck again and kissed it. He was trying to hide another one of those smiles, but Alex could feel it anyway.

“Hard and fast,” he instructed breathlessly. “Just fuck me hard and fast, and I’ll be right there with you, I promise.”

“I can do that,” George said.

Alex closed his eyes and let himself be taken away. His body wasn’t his own, not for the next few minutes as his hand moved on his cock in time with George’s cock inside him. They exchanged kisses, loose and sloppy now, as George demanded Alex’s body and Alex gave it to him, prepared to give it all up in exchange for—

George let out a string of expletives and a low, rumbling growl, and Alex knew he had about ten seconds to get himself there before it would all be over.

It didn’t take ten seconds.

More like five.

His wrist was wet with come, and George was breathing hard, his exhalations damp on Alex’s shoulder.

“Holy shit.”

George laughed, a low chuckle. “Mm.”

“Pull out, baby.”

Baby?
Where the hell had that come from?

George grumbled but did as he was told, his fingers gripping the base of the condom as he rolled off the bed and padded off to the bathroom.

Nice ass
, Alex thought, stretching out on the bed and feeling the responding twitch in his own. That was one hell of a hookup fuck.

“Holy shit, have you seen this bathroom?” George asked. The toilet flushed, and he stuck his head out around the door. “It’s bigger than my whole fucking house.”

Alex smiled. “Pretty, huh?”

“Yeah. All for a room where you go to take a dump.”

“Classy,” Alex said, his voice catching on a yawn.

“Where’s me boxers?”

“Oh, fuck that,” Alex said. He slid off the bed and went to the bathroom himself to clean up. “Just stay.”

“Alex….”

“Look, I’m not about to get down on one knee. Or even ask for your number. But it’s nearly three in the morning. You live… where do you live?”

“Leith.”

“Oh fucking hell. Miles away. And I’m tired. And you’re pretty.”

When he turned off the bathroom light and pulled the door shut, George was under the covers.

“You piece of shit,” Alex said affectionately. “That’s my side of the bed.”

“No odds to me,” George said and shifted over.

He was naked under there, and Alex didn’t mind a bit. George threw back the duvet to let him in, and Alex reached over to turn off the lights.

George didn’t try to snuggle. Alex respected that, curled up on his side, facing away from George, and fell into a deeply contented sleep.

Chapter Two

“W
OULD
YOU
please,
please
get that?”

George cracked his eye open, only vaguely aware of where he was and who he was with.

Alex.

Right.

And his phone was ringing.

“Sorry,” he muttered and leaned over the edge of the bed to fumble in the pocket of his jeans until he located the phone. “Hello?”

“Oi oi,” Dev’s voice called obnoxiously. “Someone get lucky last night?”

“Yeah.” George rubbed his eyes.

“Good stuff. Just wondering where you are, mate, no worries. See you later, yeah?”