Page 20 of The Sunbound Princess
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, working his dick faster. “Such a hungry little hole. Blushing for me.”
My pussy clenched. The moan in my throat struggled to break free.
Nikolas pushed one of Dain’s cheeks wide. Then he guided his dick to Dain’s entrance and eased his hips forward, his cock disappearing between Dain’s buttocks.
Both men groaned. Slowly, Dain rolled his hips. Nikolas let his head fall back, his gaze on the moonlit sky.
“Fuck,” he whispered, a plaintive note in his voice. “Oh, fuck, this is going to last about three seconds.”
Dain grunted. “Then make it good.”
Tipping his head back down, Nikolas gave Dain’s back a tender look as he gripped Dain’s hips. “I always make it good.” Nikolas pulled back, then rocked forward, sliding deeper into Dain’s ass.
They groaned together. Then they moved together, rocking slowly at first and then a little faster.
“More,” Dain panted, squeezing one hand into a fist on the ground. “Give it to me.”
I stared, transfixed as Nikolas obeyed, pumping his hips harder, his thighs slapping against Dain’s ass. Sweat beaded Nikolas’s forehead, and the muscles in his chest bunched and flexed as he increased his pace. He scooped his hips, and Dain released a pleasured whimper.
“There,” he gasped. “Right there. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Nikolas laughed, but the sound was strained. “As if I could.” He draped himself over Dain’s body, nipping at the larger man’s shoulder as he fell into a ruthless rhythm.
The slap of their bodies echoed through the trees, and the river beside them seemed to shiver with the power of Nikolas’s thrusts. The men moaned and gasped, lost in each other.
Nikolas’s pace grew uncoordinated, his hips bouncing off Dain’s ass. His fingers turned white as he dug them into Dain’s hips. “I’m coming,” he panted. “Fuck, I’m coming.” He gave a short bellow and then slammed home a final time, his body shaking.
Dain trembled with him, his low groan soaked in pleasure. He waited a beat.
Then he moved.
It happened so quickly that I stumbled backward, just barely managing to muffle my squeak as the men rearranged themselves. In a blink, Nikolas was on his back, his legs spread and Dain on his knees between them.
Dain’s cock thrust from his hips as he loomed over Nikolas, who sprawled on the riverbank, his chest still heaving from his release. His sated dick flopped on his stomach, the tip glistening with semen.
“My turn,” Dain rasped in a voice like gravel.
Nikolas’s lips curved into a lazy smile. “By all means.” He stretched his arms above his head, the picture of languid surrender.
Dain spat into his palm and stroked himself once, twice, his length glistening in the silvery light. Then he hooked his hands under Nikolas’s knees and pushed them to his chest, folding him in half.
“I’m ready,” Nikolas drawled, smile in place.
Dain’s nostrils flared, his gaze on the split in Nikolas’s buttocks. “I see that.”
Nikolas’s smile grew. “I took care of things while you were playing with your hair.”
“You are such a mouthy dickhead,” Dain murmured, his expression caught between amusement and lust.
“You love my mouth.” Nikolas pulled his knees higher, exposing himself completely. “And other parts of me.”
The amusement fled Dain’s face, leaving only lust. “I do,” he rasped, guiding himself to Nikolas’s entrance. For a moment, they both stilled, their eyes locked in silent communication. Then Dain pushed forward, and Nikolas’s mouth opened on a breathy gasp.
Dain’s forehead furrowed as he pressed forward, entering Nikolas in one slow, smooth stroke, his balls pressed hard against Nikolas’s ass.
“Gods,” Nikolas whispered, clamping a hand on Dain’s shoulder. Dain leaned over him, one palm braced on the grass next to Nikolas’s head. Creamy seed slid slowly down Dain’s inner thigh.
Nikolas’sseed. As Dain began pumping his hips, more semen tracked a glistening path down his leg.
