Aleric let out such a moan, one would have thought he was a slut getting the railing of his life. Jaime managed to get a decent breath before he took him down the root, tightened his arm, and added a little more pressure. Slick leaked out, and Aleric tensed his legs.
Jaime worked his tongue the best he could at the base. Jammed in his tight throat, Aleric made a noise like he was about to finish.
Jaime practically had to fight to pull back for air, and he was pretty sure a few hairs had been permanently separated from his scalp. “Cum for me, you bratty little slut. Now.”
Aleric thrust into the sucking heat of his mouth and swore. Cum flooded Jaime’s mouth, and fingers dug into his shoulder while his abandoned cock leaked. Aleric’s thrusting hips grew erratic. Jaime glanced up to see him with his eyes closed. His expression almost looked pained while he emptied himself.
Jaime swallowed the thick cum as it came the best he could. Aleric stilled, and Jaime ran his tongue along the underside before releasing him. A thick thread of spit ran from his lips to the tip of Aleric’s cock.
Jaime wiped his mouth with the hand he hadn’t been fingering him with and stood to find Aleric glaring at him as he fixed his trousers.
“What? You should be smiling after an orgasm like that.”
“I didn’t say you could shove your fingers up my ass.”
“You didn’t tell me to stop, and you’ve had no problem bossing me around tonight,” said Jaime. “You loved it, and I know abundant males prefer to have anal stimulation.”
“I should have you arrested.”
Jaime rolled his eyes. “I know your type. I bet you’re a bottom, and you’re just trying to pretend otherwise to keep the upper hand at the moment.”
Aleric’s lips parted, and Jaime could already guess the coming denial.
“You’re mad because you tried to dominate me, and I still took control and made you moan…like the slutty bottom you really are,” he finished.
If looks could kill…Jaime had given him an amazing orgasm after being given shitty choices, and he still had an attitude. Jaime not only wanted to give him another on the bed to get relief for his raging erection, but to bend him over and give him a spanking.
Even though Aleric had gotten off, the heat wouldn’t entirely go away for a bit, although he imagined the desperation wasn’t so consuming.
“Don’t ever do that again, or I’ll have you imprisoned. Count yourself lucky that I’m letting you stay to service me.”
“Mhm,” hummed Jaime. “You’re quite pretty with your blush. I like abundant males. I bet next time, you’ll be telling me to stick my fingers in you again. Or something else.”
“Shut up. After you wash your hands, come outside.”
Aleric grabbed his cloak and swept toward the door without another word.
***
Aleric snapped at the guards to get moving. Jaime had to sit behind Beard since it wasn’t like they’d planned on bringing anyone new to the Castle and brought a spare horse. Beard, who Aleric had called William, snapped in turn at another for not keeping his horse calm.
Aleric had a beautiful black mare to carry him through the streets of Côte, and Jaime had caught her name when hemounted his horse and told her she was a good girl: Mighty. The group was quiet. The snotty bastard hadn’t even thought to ask if Jaime had anything of value back at his shitty room in The Salty Blower.
He didn’t have much. A few shirts and trousers could be replaced someday. He had money in his pocket because it had been his night off, and he’d planned to find a tavern. The owner of The Salty Blower might have been a dick, but he gave a small bonus to anyone he hired as a guard or a whore at his business. It had been barely enough for a nice night at a tavern.
Jaime’s most valuable possession was at his side. Nobody had demanded he hand over his sword. That was surely coming. Jaime didn’t like the idea of possibly parting with it because it was all he had left of his old life. Even during a few times when he’d been in a pinch for money and hungry, he hadn’t thought of selling it.
Most people probably thought the leather strips around the hilt and handguard were to hide scratches. The old sheath wasn’t the original, and it had quite a few marks.
“I’m going to miss it,” William grumbled as he followed the Prince up a road leading straight to the gate of the walled Castle. He twisted a bit in the saddle to peer at Jaime over his shoulder. “Did you fight in the war?”
“No.”
“You don’t sound all Soleilian.”
“I’m northern Morian. I’ve been around enough to pick up a bit of the accent. I drift.”
“Ah. I fought. Came out alive, and now I’m being made into the Commander of the City Guard. Some whelp who’s too young in my opinion is going to command the Castle guards.”
