“But not your absolute favorite.”
“No.”
“I know what it is.”
“You do? Tell me.” I can never decide, but I bet his answer is the right one.
“I will, but not today.”
He tosses me on the bed, and I spread my legs so he can crawl between them and toward my hardened member. “You liked what he did too,” he says.
“Ugh. Yeah, okay? I don’t want to, but I do. My brain knows the difference, though, even if my body has decided to redistribute its resources to my dick. No, wait. My brain would do that too.” I gasp. “What if Idon’tknow the difference?”
He laughs. “You do. We can’t help what turns us on.” He nuzzles my inner thigh and then kisses his way up my dick. “I don’t think I can give you danger kink—you’re not afraid of me and I wouldn’t want you to be. You can only get that from him, or someone like him.”
“Please,pleasesuck me.”
He sucks me into his mouth and all thoughts of my ex-boyfriend dissipate. A thick finger pokes at my entrance, circling and then sliding inside.
“Gods, oh Gods. Zhang, please.” I let my legs wrap around his neck and press into him. It’s hard to believe that only a week ago I’d been trying to kill him, not allowing him to kill me—death by cock sucking has to be a thing. “How are you this good?”
I don’t get an answer, just a display of his stellar cock sucking abilities by using more tongue and making out with my dick. I want it to last, but fuck it. The high is too good not to allow myself to overflow with it. My orgasm bursts into his mouth as I shout the dirtiest obscenities to the room.
“The internet,” he says as he makes his way to my mouth, kissing me with his cum-coated tongue. That’s my cum. I don’t taste so bad from his lips.
“You studied cock sucking on the internet?”
“Everything is on the internet.”
“I thought you didn’t like the internet?”
“I don’t. If not for Earth’s law of free will, I’d have Father shut it down.”
The free will over there is not such a bad gig. If only humans knew just how much they had. “I’m voting to keep the internet—if it ever comes up—I’m grateful for its teachings.”
His lips smile against my chest and his finger circles my belly button. “What you gonna do today?”
“Don’t know. Guess I have to find all new hobbies. I don’t mean to complain, but I haven’t thought about how I’m going to move on from the Guardian thing aside from being your husband. It’s who I am, Zhang. This is … it’s identity theft.”
Maybe not exactly, but close enough.
“I’m going to clear your name. You’ll be a guardian again.”
“Know what? Maybe I don’t want to be. Fuck the Guild. They don’t want Orions and the chances of you getting the crown are so low we should just go with our associates.”
“You don’t want that. Maybe for a second, but by tomorrow you’ll be ready to join your brothers again.”
“I’m married to a prince of the Nebuli. If that doesn’t help me, nothing will.”
“I believe the prince of the Nebuli said he would help you. Now c’mon. Get dressed. We’re going out. Before we clear your name, we have something to take care of.”
He leaves the bed, so I force myself to roll off and head in the direction of our closet, groaning because I have a feeling about what he wants to take care of. “You already spanked me for touching my junk. Can’t we call it a day?”
“The punishment is a spanking and chastity. I would be a terrible husband if I didn’t follow through.”
“Not at all. I’ll write poetry about what a good husband you are. I’ll shout it from the balcony daily.”
He steps into the closet and grips me by the forearms. His fire orange rims burn around his brown irises and they’re kinda dreamy. “You’re going to learn to behave, Treyu. It’ll be good for you.” He places a calming hand over my heart.
