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When he wraps his lips around my tip and swallows me deeper than anyone ever has, it’s all I can do to hold on. I go to town on the queen’s pussy like my life depends on it, determined to get her there as promised. She starts rocking above me, her slick snatch a slippery feast for my senses. Then something unexpected happens.
She reaches down and covers my hands with her own where I’m clenching the handholds at the sides of her throne. I release my grip and spread my fingers, groaning in gratitude when she threads her fingers between mine and holds tight.
I’m not sure if I manage to get her there before I come, but she lets out a throaty cry after a moment and her pussy spasms, then utterlydrenchesmy face. I go off like a goddamn rocket, but my tongue is somehow on autopilot, continuing to lap up all that delicious, tangy mess she just let loose.
Fucking hell, I thought squirting was a myth. I also thought what came out was something I’d rather not get all over me, but what I taste is the same slippery fluid I’ve been licking off her, just alotmore of it. And she keeps coming, her moans like music, her ass rocking above me, rubbing her core against my mouth.
Percy swallows every drop I shoot and slips his mouth off me, giving the tip of my dick a gentle kiss that sends a shiver up my spine. I want to look at him, but at the same time, I’m so focused onherI’d rather not let myself get distracted.
She hasn’t told me to stop, so I don’t. My jaw is starting to cramp, but I don’t fucking care. I want her to remember me.
I’m losing circulation in my hands, she’s holding on so tight, but her orgasms keep coming and coming. Finally her body shifts above me until I can’t reach her with my mouth anymore, and she loosens her grip on my hands.
Breathlessly, she says, “You can stop now.”
I let out a sigh and relax, working my jaw to ease its soreness as she scoots onto a narrow little ledge of a seat I hadn’t realized was at the back of her throne. She peers down at me, her flush visible despite her dark complexion.
“Did I please my queen?” I ask, oddly compelled to remain formal despite what just occurred.
“Very much,” she says with a smile. Her face lights up and my heartbeat stutters. Goddamn, could she be more beautiful? “In fact, I think you deserve a reward.”
I blink up at her. “What you just gave me was the best reward I could ever ask for.”
“Think about it. You have ten minutes to decide while we get cleaned up.”
Percy appears at her side again, kneeling to unfasten one of my shackles before moving to the opposite side to take care of the other. He stands up and reaches his hand down to me. I grab it, appreciating the help up since my head is still spinning, and mindlessly accept the soft, moist cloth he hands me next. Curtains obscure the viewing window now that the show is over, As I clean myself up, I’m only abstractly aware that he isn’t hard now, though I was sure I saw him sporting an erection through his pants just before he started sucking me off.
“How can you stand it?” I ask.
He lifts both eyebrows. “Stand what?”
“You didn’t get to finish. That was so fucking hot. How can you stand being around a woman so beautiful when she’s in the middle of …that?” I wave my hand at the throne and the queen, who has repositioned her outfit so she’s covered again. She looks as perfect as she did when I entered the room, though much more relaxed, and maybe even a little dazed and drunk. I can’t help but smirk.Idid that to her.
Percy shakes his head. “It takes a lot more to get me going to the point I don’t want to stop. But she doesn’t need a horny asshole as her bodyguard, so it works out well for us. I don’t usually get hard at all during scenes with her. This was a first.”
I cough a laugh. “Uh, should I be flattered?”
One blond eyebrow lifts and he chuckles. “If you want, but it wasn’t you so much as how well you pleasedherthat turned me on. Seeing her get off is an aphrodisiac, and one of the few things that affect me that way.”
This is a fascinating revelation, and not something I completely grasp. I’d like to know more, but the queen clears her throat. I redirect my attention to her and am dumbstruck yet again. I can’t quite believe this happened.
“Have you thought about it?” she asks.
It comes to me that moment as I study her face, thinking about all the times I watched her standing at her podium in front of class, or pacing in front of the projector screen as she gives a lecture. I always fixate on her mouth, sometimes imagining her going down on me, but considering that’s a dangerous fantasy to have in public, I mostly focused on what it would be like to simply kiss her.
“I know what I want,” I say, moving close to face her once Percy repositions the backrest so it becomes her footrest again.
She gives me an expectant look, her eyes dark behind her mask. “I’m all ears.”
“May I kiss you?”
Her eyelids flutter and her lips part, as if this was the last thing she expected me to say. After a beat, she stands. She’s not a tall woman, her eyes barely an inch above mine where she stands on her throne’s dais. She gives me a thoughtful look as she rests her hands on my shoulders, then steps off the dais. I take a step back to give her room, but she closes the distance.
“You may kiss me now,” she says in a near whisper, looking up into my eyes.
I wish I could take off our masks. I want her to know who I am, to know she’ll recognize me next Tuesday in class, but a kiss will have to be enough. I cradle her face in both hands, staring into her eyes for a breath before I lower my mouth to hers.
If I thought eating her pussy was enough to satisfy me, I was wrong. The kiss wakes up my every nerve and desire again. I will my dick to stand down so I can savor this, though, because this kiss isn’t for me; it’s for her. Because even if she can never know my identity, I want her to remember me.
