Princely Submission by K.C. Wells

Chapter Twenty

Stuart would’ve gladly spent a whole day kissing Jordan if he could.

A warm breeze wafted through the open window over their naked bodies on the bed. “This is so wrong,” he murmured between kisses. “We should be doing something.”

Jordan interrupted his kiss to Stuart’s neck, and his rich chuckle reverberated through him. “We are doing something.”

Stuart gave Jordan a light tap on his thigh. “I meant something like visiting a museum, or a—”

Jordan’s hand curled around his aching cock. “This tells me you don’t really want to go to a museum.”

He chuckled. “Brat.”

Jordan brought his legs up to grip Stuart’s waist, his arms locked around Stuart’s neck. “Excuse me? The correct term is sexy brat.”

Stuart licked a path down from Jordan’s collarbones to his navel. “Tasty brat.” He studiously ignored Jordan’s half-hard cock, grabbing his ass and rolling his lower body up off the bed, until Jordan’s knees were at his ears, and he was almost folded in half. “Flexible brat too.” He knelt up, his hands supporting those round, firm cheeks. “You have a beautiful hole.” Stuart licked over it, teasing the tight muscle, feeling it contract and loosen with every flick of his tongue, and loving the whimpers that accompanied each lick.

“My hole likes it when you do that,” Jordan said, sounding a little breathless. Then Stuart stilled, and Jordan glared at him. “So don’t stop.”

“Grab your feet and hold onto them,” he instructed. “I want to play with your ass.” The dildo lay beside Jordan on the mattress, along with the bottle of lube and a condom.

Stuart’s surprise was hidden in its bag in his room. That was for another time.

He wrapped his arms around Jordan’s waist, tugging his ass higher, forcing him into a kind of shoulder stand, and Jordan laughed. “It’s a good thing I’m flexible.”

“You’re just young. Flexible is part of the job description.” Then Stuart went to town, probing and licking that glorious little hole, fucking it with his tongue, Jordan’s moans increasing with each passing minute. Stuart broke off to incline his head toward the window. “Do you want everyone out there to know what we’re doing?”

Jordan gaped at him. “Your tongue is in my ass and you expect me to keep quiet?”

Stuart grinned. “If you don’t, there’ll be no dildo. Or do I have to gag you?” Then he went right back to feasting on Jordan’s hole, loving Jordan’s smothered groans and sensual writhing. He gripped Jordan’s ass cheeks and spread them wide, his hole gaping as it opened for him.

“Please,” Jordan begged, his eyes wide.

Stuart didn’t want to wait a second longer either. He eased Jordan’s ass down onto the bed, then picked up the dildo. He trailed it up Jordan’s body, watching it drag on his soft sac, Jordan’s cock jerking as the cool glass brushed over the head. Finally it reached Jordan’s lips.

“Suck it.”

Jordan opened for him, and Stuart pushed the bulbous end into his mouth, not going too deep. Then he trailed it back again, until it rested in the crevasse between his ass cheeks. Stuart tapped it against Jordan’s hole, and was rewarded with shivers that rippled through Jordan’s body in little jolts.

He picked up the lube and flipped the lid one-handed. Stuart squeezed the clear liquid over Jordan’s hole, coating it liberally, before placing the bottle within reach. He rubbed the smooth glass over Jordan’s slick pucker, then gave his hole a smack with itbefore he lifted Jordan’s ass into the air, folding him in two once again, his cock pointing down at him.

Jordan grabbed his feet, his gaze locked on the dildo as Stuart held it upright, the end pressing against his loosened hole. He visibly held his breath as Stuart gave a gentle push.

“Breathe. Don’t fight it. Let it in.” He watched the rise and fall of Jordan’s chest, observing how his body relaxed, as much as his contorted state would allow. “That’s it. Good boy. Open for me.” He teased the rim with the widest part and with each increment, Jordan’s cock jumped. When it was halfway in, Stuart held it there and tapped Jordan’s balls with his fingertips.

“Oh God.” Jordan’s breathing quickened.

Stuart pushed a little farther, then let go, and Jordan’s body sucked the dildo in up to its handle.

“Fuck.” Jordan shuddered.

Hearing the expletive on Jordan’s lips was evidence of how much he’d let go.

Stuart gave the dildo a little tug, and Jordan’s hole sucked it back in again. Then he slid it inside inch by inch, until it was buried to the hilt. Stuart smacked the handle with his fingers, and with each impact Jordan’s cock jerked.

Stuart smiled. “It’s making you harder.”

“I thought I was hard to begin with.”

Pre-cum dripped from his slit, and each time Stuart moved the dildo in and out of Jordan’s hole, more appeared. He curled his fingers around Jordan’s rigid shaft and aimed the head at Jordan’s mouth. “Here it comes.” The glistening string of pre-cum reached Jordan’s lips and he licked it. Stuart ran his finger over the taut head to scoop up the rest, then fed it to Jordan, a soft moan escaping him as Jordan sucked hard. “Fucking sexy boy.”

Stuart pulled the dildo all the way out, then slid it back. Jordan gasped, and Stuart did it again. “I wish you could see what I see. Watching your hole swallow the glass is hot.” Watching it open for the dildo, then cling to it as it sank into him… He tugged at the handle and Jordan’s body resisted, holding onto it. Stuart slid it in and out, each time leaving a dark red gaping hole that cried out to be filled again and again. The slick popping sound it made as it emerged from Jordan’s body only ramped up Stuart’s desire, and he ached to be inside him.

Stuart set the dildo aside, then thrust two fingers into Jordan’s hole, fucking him with them. Jordan managed a nod, and Stuart grinned. “I bet two feels like nothing after that.” He grabbed the lube and coated his fingers with it, then tossed the bottle aside and added a third. Jordan’s groan bounced around the room.

“You like that?”

“God, yes.” Jordan let out a whimper that went straight to Stuart’s cock.

“Want to try for four?”

Jordan’s eyes were like saucers. “Yes. Do it. Please.”

Stuart tucked in his little finger, and suddenly there were four fingers in Jordan’s ass, so tight around them that he yearned to feel those same muscles around his shaft, pulling him in. His own orgasm was perilously close, and he strove to hold it at bay.

I want to be inside him when I come.

Jordan was so close, brought to the edge by Stuart’s finger-fucking. The slick sound of four fingers sliding into him was both illicit and erotic.

“Play with your dick.”

Jordan tugged on his cock as Stuart fucked him, his fingers moving in and out with increasing speed. “I’m close, but don’t want to come yet. I want it to last.”

Stuart paused, his fingers deep in Jordan’s ass. “You’re going to come now. And then I’m going to make you come again, and again, and again.” Then he brushed his fingertips over Jordan’s prostate. Jordan shook, and he did it again. “That’s it. Let go.”

Jordan tumbled over the edge and he shot hard, his spunk coating his chest and neck, some of it splattering his chin and lips. Stuart ran his finger through it, then fed it to him bit by bit. Jordan sucked on it, his eyes locked on Stuart’s, his heart soaring at the groan that fell from Stuart’s lips.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Stuart fisted his own cock. “Get on all fours,” he commanded, “and face the headboard.” He yanked pillows and shoved them under Jordan to support his head and chest. Jordan caught the tear of foil and the snap of latex, and his heart beat faster. The click of the lube bottle was yet another step in the right direction, and then Stuart’s meaty dick smacked against his hole, making him moan.

Stuart slid his cock between Jordan’s ass cheeks, then before he had time to draw breath, Stuart drove it into his hole in one fluid glide, all the way home as if it belonged there.

“I want to see you take it. Bounce on my cock.” Stuart’s hands were on his hips, tugging him backward to impale himself on Stuart’s shaft, their bodies meeting in a sharp slap of flesh against flesh. Stuart’s hand landed with a crack on Jordan’s ass, and he let out a low cry. Jordan pushed back to meet Stuart’s thrusts, picking up speed, and each slam of Stuart’s body into his punched the air from his lungs.

“That’s it,” Stuart praised. “Fuck yourself on it.” He pressed one hand flat against Jordan’s lower back, and with the other he gripped Jordan’s nape, shoving him down into the pillows. Then the furious pace morphed into a slow, sensual fuck, Jordan unable to move, pinned to the bed, not wanting it to end.

Stuart slipped his arm around Jordan’s chest and tugged him upright, his body rocking as they kissed, Stuart’s cock buried in his ass. Then it was back down to the bed, held captive as Stuart fucked him.

Time lost all meaning as Jordan’s existence narrowed to a pattern of powerful thrusts, followed by excruciatingly slow ones, Stuart pausing now and then to tease Jordan’s hole with the head of his cock. Then all fucking would come to a halt as Stuart pulled him upright to claim Jordan’s mouth in a fervent kiss, before resuming his urgent thrusts.

So much passion… Jordan contorted his upper body, twisting to get a look at Stuart as he fucked him, his muscles rippling, his chest glistening with a sheen of sweat.

Stuart met his gaze. “Reach back and grab your cheeks. Open your hole for me.”

Jordan didn’t hesitate. He spread his cheeks, and Stuart drove his cock into his ass until he bottomed out. Then he withdrew and did it again, and the slick sound of his dick sawing in and out of Jordan’s body went straight to Jordan’s shaft.

He groaned as Stuart pulled free of him. “Don’t stop.”

Stuart sat with his back to the headboard, stuffing pillows behind him. “I’m not stopping. I want you to ride me.” He grabbed the lube and slicked up his shaft.

His heart pounding, his chest heaving, Jordan straddled Stuart’s hips, his back to Stuart’s chest as he lowered himself to meet the head of Stuart’s cock. Stuart guided his dick to Jordan’s hole, and he sank onto it, leaning back to drape one arm around Stuart’s shoulders, one hand on his own cock.

“Oh God, you’re so deep inside me.”

Stuart nodded, rotating his hips, and Jordan gasped at the new sensation. Stuart grabbed the lube and applied some to Jordan’s palm. He looked Jordan in the eye, and for a moment neither of them moved, their mingled breaths harsh and shallow. Stuart cupped Jordan’s chin and drew him into a long, leisurely kiss. Then their eyes locked.

“Now ride me, beautiful boy.”

Jordan rocked his hips, gently at first, but gathering speed as he lifted himself up and down on Stuart’s shaft. Stuart kissed his pits, and Jordan moaned when he tugged at Jordan’s nipple with his teeth before kissing and licking it. Then Stuart’s hands were on Jordan’s waist, and he was helping Jordan to fuck himself, powering into him, Jordan’s hand a blur on his own solid dick.

Jordan whimpered as Stuart filled him with short, quick, hard thrusts, before slowing once more as he flicked Jordan’s nipple with his tongue, sending trickles of electricity sparking through his body. Stuart wrapped his hand around Jordan’s cock, working the slick shaft, and Jordan knew he was getting close once more.

“I’m going to come,” he gasped. Stuart didn’t stop, but held on tight to Jordan’s cock, picking up speed as he fucked up into him, going deep. Jordan came with a groan, pulsing drops of cum over both of them.

Stuart lifted Jordan and pushed him onto his back, shoving Jordan’s knees toward his chest. He aimed his cock and speared Jordan’s hole. “My turn.” He dug his fingers into Jordan’s thighs and slammed into him, giving his ass a smack with the flat of his hand.

Jordan reached for him, and Stuart was there, his body covering Jordan’s, their lips fused in kisses that mingled with moans and whimpers as Stuart rocked into him, his hips snapping, his breathing quickening.

“Oh God.” Warm drops spattered Jordan’s stomach, and he shivered, tremors coursing through him. “Dear God, I think you just emptied my balls.”

Stuart’s eyes widened. “Your ass is gripping my dick so tightly.” Then he stiffened, his hips bucking, and Jordan groaned to feel that glorious throb inside him. Stuart shuddered as he held himself still, his cock wedged in Jordan’s ass, his neck and chest covered in a rising tide of red.

Jordan cupped Stuart’s head, drawing him down into a kiss, and caging him with his legs, clinging to him. Stuart buried his face in Jordan’s neck, and Jordan shivered as his orgasm ebbed away. Stuart’s limp cock slipped from his body, and Stuart dealt with the condom before returning to Jordan’s arms.

When his heartbeat had slowed to its usual rhythm, Jordan stroked Stuart’s beard. “You said something about making me come again, and again, and again.” He made a show of counting on his fingers. “To my reckoning, that leaves one more time.”

Stuart guffawed. “You’ve just had three orgasms, and you want another one?”

Jordan grinned. “Well, if you’re saying that’s beyond you, I’ll understand. Maybe you should take a nap and recuperate.”

Stuart’s eyes gleamed. “And if you poke the bear again, I will retaliate.”

“By spanking me?”

Stuart gave a gleeful smile. “By not spanking you.”

Jordan was beginning to think he’d pushed Stuart’s buttons one time too many. “How does the phrase go? ‘I’m yanking your chain’? I don’t think there’s a drop of cum left in me.”

“So three orgasms is your limit? Good to know.” Then Stuart kissed him, an unhurried, intimate kiss that felt like the perfect ending.

Dancing at the Abbey could wait. Jordan wanted to stay right where he was.

“Do you think my parents would mind if we didn’t have dinner with them?”

Stuart frowned. “I should think they’d relish a night to themselves. They don’t have anything scheduled for this evening.” He gave Jordan a speculative glance. “What did you have in mind?”

“Dinner in here. Just us.” His heart hammered. Say yes.

Stuart regarded him in silence for a moment, then nodded. “I’d like that. We can go out another time.” He glanced down with a grimace. “Shower time, I think.” He got off the bed, then held out his hand. “Care to join me?”

“I’d love to.”

Kissing Stuart in the shower was fast becoming one of Jordan’s favorite pastimes. Make the most of it. The days were slipping through his fingers like sand, the end of their visit already in sight.

Jordan’s heart quaked. I’ll never see him again. Hot on its heels came another thought.

There would never be anyone in his life like Stuart ever again.