“Who is it like that with,
William?” Dragan asked softly.
The king took a deep breath then,
steeling himself, he spoke... “I guess it will be with you.”
A blot of pure pleasure shot
through Dragan at those words. He had suspected when William had sent his
people back to the mainland. He had hoped when William accepted his invitation
to dinner…but to have it confirmed…
His cock, semi-hard throughout
dinner, thickened again now. Dragan couldn’t help but reach down and palm it.
“Then you are agreeing to my
terms?”
William gave a short, sharp nod.
“It seems I have no choice.”
“There is always a choice.”
“And this is mine.”
Dragan stood up, desire thrumming
through him, and held out his hand. “Come here.”
The king looked at that
outstretched hand, trepidation clear in his gaze. Dragan couldn’t wait to
remove that emotion and replace it with something else entirely. He reached
forward, grabbed William’s hand and pulled him up.
“Do you even realize how
attractive you are?”
William moved around the table,
guided by Dragan, until they were face to face.
“It is not something I think on,”
he said.
“It is something I have thought
about,” Dragan replied. “Almost constantly it feels like since you arrived.
Last night I had no choice but to pleasure myself. I could have called on one
of my lovers, but they simply would not do. I knew they would not satisfy me.
It has to be you, William.”
William closed his eyes and let
out a shuddery breath. Dragan could feel it feather across his neck. “You have
my agreement.”
“Will I have your desire also?”
Dragan asked, stroking his fingers across Williams outstretched palm.
“I can’t…”
“Can’t, what?”
He tugged on his hand. Dragan did
not let go.
“I am giving you want you want.
Can that not be enough?”
Was it? Dragan did not think so.
But he had gotten what he wanted, and
he knew the desire was there, and so for now…
He released William’s hand,
reached down, grabbed the end of his tunic, and then, in once smooth move,
tugged it over William’s head. The king gasped. Dragan ignored him. He was too
busy looking at the king’s body. It was exactly as he had imagined! All smooth
lines and hard, angular planes.
“Beautiful,” Dragan whispered.
“I…” The king shook his head and
clamped his mouth shut.
Dragan grinned and ran his palms
up and down William’s chest. The tiny curls tugged on his fingers as he did so
and that little action made him groan out loud. A moment later and he circled
William’s nipples. They were small, smaller than Dragan was used to, but the
little buds were nice and hard. He took his time with them, wondering how
sensitive they were, pulling on them, just about resisting the urge to dip his
head and bite them.
Was it his imagination or was the
king panting ever so slightly now?
Was the king aroused?
It was time to find out. Dragan
reached down to pop the buttons of William’s pants. The king allowed it, his
hands hung loosely by his sides, his eyes closed, his lips a tight line.
One button…two…three…