His eager hands find the fly of my jeans, tugging it open and pulling out my straining cock. I groan as he palms my dick, his hands gliding along the sensitive skin.
I’m about eighty percent sure I’m hallucinating when he drops to the floor in front of me. The king of Korova cannot possibly be on his knees for me. He couldn’t possibly…
But he is. And when he wraps his hot, wet mouth around the tip of my cock it’s all I can do not to come straightaway.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck. Fuuucckkk…” My head falls back against the wall, the curse falling from my lips over and over again as he takes me deeper.
I feel what might be a chuckle vibrating around my cock, but it can’t be. King Stick-Up-His-Butt doesn’t do laughter. I don’t have the mental capacity to analyze it, though, because my brain cells are pretty much fried right now.
And that’s probably why I decide to take a grip of his hair and start thrusting into his throat. Over and over again, hard and deep. There’s this tiny little voice inside my head telling me choking the king with my dick is not a good idea, but it’s so faint I can easily block it out. Besides, Lukas seems to like it. His pupils are blown wide with lust and one of his hands is frantically stroking his very hard cock, while the other digs into one of my hips. Gonna have some bruises there tomorrow…
I feel the familiar tug in my balls as my climax approaches and I ease up on my thrusts, deciding I don’t want to read the headline Korovan King Chokes to Death on Tutor’s Cum on any news sites tomorrow. Lukas doesn’t let me pull out completely, though, and he continues to suck and lick all around my cock as I hurtle over the edge and spill into his mouth.
He laps up every last drop, his fist still working frantically as he chases his own release. Soon enough, he lets out a strangled groan, his body tensing up as he shoots into his hand. And once again, all I want to do is drop to my knees and lick up the mess.
And, fortunately, this time I’m allowed to. I join Lukas on the floor and bring his hand to my mouth, running my tongue over his fingers and cleaning up every drop of his cum. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to taste this straight from the source.
We tuck our dicks away and I let us out of the secret room.
“That didn’t happen,” Lukas mutters, not at all unexpectedly, once we’re back in the hallway.
I offer a wry smirk. “Of course. That was just a very vivid hallucination brought on by the sex room. Or perhaps we were possessed by the Yelizavetta’s ghost or something.”
“I think we should stay out of the sex room.”
“Ha! So you admit it’s a sex room!”
8
LUKAS
I walk back to my suite in a complete daze. My mind is a tangle of a million thoughts, none of which I have the desire to unravel right now.
As I reach the privacy of my rooms, there’s one thought that seems to be drowning out all the others. It’s my father’s voice, loud and clear as though I’m fifteen years old again and he’s looming over me, his face contorted with anger and disgust after catching me kissing a visiting diplomat’s son.
“This is not how future kings behave, Lukas! Future kings kiss girls. Future kings fuck girls. Future kings are not faggots! Do you understand me?”
His tone and his expression made it clear there was no possible answer except for a contrite, “Yes, sir.”
“Let me be absolutely clear, Lukas. If I hear one mere whisper that you’ve continued with this…perversion…”—his lip curled up in disgust at the word— “there will be consequences. Dire consequences.”
“Yes, sir.”
I let out a heavy sigh and close the bedroom door behind me, leaning back against it, my head resting on the polished wood.
I run my tongue around the inside of my mouth. I can still taste the American. Jai. I suppose it’s time I started calling him by his name now I’ve had his cock in my mouth. Christ, even just the memory of taking him down my throat—hearing him groan and plead and beg for more, fucking my throat with reckless need until he came in a rush, gripping tight to my hair—has me turned on all over again, my cock thickening as if I were still a teenager with no control over myself.
I shake my head and clench my hands into fists, willing the erection away. Then I stride into my bathroom and retrieve a bottle of mouthwash from under the sink.
If only the memories were as easy to wash away as the taste…
The only course of action I find reasonable at this point is avoidance. I figure it worked for me before, and if I’d continued in that stead and just let Alik take Jai on the tour of the portrait gallery instead of going myself I wouldn’t be in this predicament right now. I wouldn’t have gotten dragged into that secret room and I wouldn’t have given into temptation like that. I wouldn’t have gotten down on my knees, taken his thick cock in my mouth, and let him use me like a back alley whore, loving every second of it.
Ignoring the thoughts running rampant in my mind, keeping me up at night and causing me to resort to my hand far more often than I should be—that’s not something I’ve had much success at. But avoiding the man? That’s something I can do.
A few days after the incident, I’ve decided to spend the morning in my garage. I have no meetings and nothing overly pressing to attend to. And when I’m working on my cars is really the only time I feel I can relax and clear my mind of other
