Page 13 of The Prince and the Highwayman
CHAPTER4
Christopher flopped down onto the bed and exhaled loudly. Though he was disappointed Renn hadn’t arrived yet, he was very glad to have reached the cottage. They’d finished unloading everything, and Simon had taken up a post out back to watch the road.
The last two days had proven interesting. Somehow, Dash had gotten Simon to open up, and Christopher felt relieved his friend had finally confided in him and voiced his anxieties. He had more hope for Renn and Simon now, convinced that nothing stood in their way except a few small misunderstandings and some lingering doubts.
“That bed big enough for both of us?”
Christopher pushed to his elbows and looked up to see Dash leaning in the doorway. “Might be more fun if it’s a little too small.”
Dash came into the room and closed the door with his foot before pouncing on Christopher and pinning him to the bed with a heated kiss. Christopher returned the kiss and arched under Dash’s touch. The man seemed to suddenly have far more than two hands, and they were seeking out every inch of flesh they could. Christopher managed to get one of his hands between them, and he pushed Dash hard to flip the man to his back. He reached down to stroke Dash’s cock through his pants, and he smiled as the larger man moaned and pressed Christopher’s hand against him.
“What does my insatiable little mate want?” Dash asked.
“You. Naked.” Christopher leaned down and brushed his lips to Dash’s ear. “Now.”
Dash grinned up at him as he yanked his boots off and then began to strip. Christopher eased off the bed and began to take his own clothes off more slowly. Dash came to the edge of the bed and stroked himself once he was completely naked. His long, hard cock was dripping pre-cum already, and Christopher licked his lips as he watched.
“What do you want?” Dash asked.
Christopher smiled at how low and husky Dash’s voice was. “I’m enjoying the show at the moment,” he said as he tossed the last of his clothing aside. He knelt in front of Dash and reached up to caress the man’s abs. “My eyes were drawn to all these muscles first. Then your cock grabbed my attention.” He let his fingers trail over Dash’s left thigh. “Lust was overheating my brain by the time I looked into your eyes.”
“Good thing I drew you into the water then. You did look flushed and overheated.” He slowed his strokes. “Please touch me more.”
Pushing Dash’s hand aside, Christopher dipped his head to run his tongue along the underside of Dash’s cock. Then he held it in place with one finger while his tongue laved the base of it. His mouth moved down to Dash’s balls, and he savored the moan that came from Dash. He settled down on his knees and rubbed Dash’s cock against his lips. He swirled his tongue around the head and looked up.
Dash’s breathing had quickened, and Christopher could see a little tremor move over him. Dash reached down and caressed his cheek. “I’m not letting you go ever again,” he said, holding Christopher by his neck and thrusting his hips forward just enough to let his cock rub against Christopher’s lips again.
Christopher turned his head and kissed Dash’s palm before biting the heel of his hand. Dash’s cock jerked and leaked a few more drops of fluid. Christopher chuckled to himself. “You love it when I use my teeth, don’t you?” he asked.
“I love all of it.” He let his breath out with a shudder and whispered, “I love you.”
Christopher’s chest tightened as his heart raced. The words were there on the tip of his tongue, but he knew there’d be no going back once he said them. “I know,” he said before taking the head of Dash’s cock into his mouth.
Dash began to thrust gently, and Christopher took more of him in. “I won’t let you run this time,” Dash whispered.
Christopher drew back. “Do I look ready to run?”
Dash licked his lips. “You look ready to do something much more fun.”
Christopher wrapped his fingers around Dash’s shaft. “And what might that be?”
“You look ready to ride my cock until you fall apart, screaming my name while you come all over me.”
Christopher took Dash’s cock into his mouth again to stifle his moan, which still came out louder than he’d intended. He took Dash to the back of his throat and kept going. Since he’d never sucked anyone else’s cock, all he knew was how to please this man. He moaned again at that thought as he swirled his tongue along the underside and massaged Dash’s balls the way he liked. Those few weeks together had taught him exactly how to drive his highwayman crazy with need.
Dash anchored his fingers in Christopher’s hair, tugging just enough to spur Christopher on. Christopher moaned as Dash thrust into his mouth with more force. He’d never have imagined he would like this if someone had described it to him, but his own arousal amped up every time Dash used his mouth this way. Christopher loved that moment when the dynamic shifted, when Dash’s passion overwhelmed everything and the larger man took control.
Christopher gripped Dash’s thighs and held on for dear life as the man came into his mouth. He swallowed all of it down and savored every cry and moan.
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Dash didn’t care who heard him. It had been far too long since his sweet little mate had made him come. The weeks apart faded away as he pulled Christopher up onto the bed with him. His mate smiled and laughed as Dash covered every inch of him with kisses and then captured his mouth. Dash loved tasting his release there, knowing his mate had given him that pleasure and swallowed his cum. He backed off the heated embrace and exchanged more tender kisses with Christopher. The quiet moments and gentle caresses were something he’d never had with another lover, and the mix of that tenderness with the more erotic activities intoxicated him.
“You like swallowing my cum?” Dash whispered.
Christopher arched against him, his hard shaft rubbing Dash’s leg. “You know I do.” He nipped at Dash’s lower lip. “All I had was my imagination before you.” Christopher gripped his own shaft and began to stroke. “Could only dream of doing such dirty things.”
Dash rolled him to his stomach and kissed down his back. He rose from the bed reluctantly to retrieve some oil from his bag, cursing as he struggled to find it. When he turned back, his mate was gazing at him lovingly. Christopher hadn’t returned Dash’s declaration, but Dash hadn’t expected him to. He was confident, however, that Christopher’s feelings for him went beyond the intoxication of finally having a lover.
