Page 14 of The Prince's Sacrifice

Tor snorted a laugh. “I’m not sure ‘ordeal’ is the word I’d prefer under the circumstances.”

“A really pleasant ordeal that makes me feel like I’m going to explode at any moment?” Pel tried.

“That’s better.”

Pel could hear him smiling, though he’d dropped to his elbows, so Pel could mostly just see the slope of his back and the back of his head.

“Ready for more?” Pel asked.

“I sure am.”

Pel drew another couple of breaths, concentrating on the fact that if he came immediately, he would be forever humiliated. He eased back in a glorious slide until just the head of his cock was still inside Tor, and then he pushed forward once more, making Tor moan.

“All right?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded a little bit wrecked, and Pellovedthat he’d been the one to do that. “You can move faster.”

Pel tried again, gripping Tor’s hips for balance and moving faster this time, trying not to get totally lost in the sensations. It was all heat, constriction, and the feeling of the other man flexing and moving beneath him, reacting to what Pel was doing. And that reminded him—

“Does this work for you?” Pel wanted to know. “I mean, is it going to make you come?”

It felt absolutely glorious to Pel, but what Tor was feeling had to be totally different.

“It can,” Tor answered.

“What do I need to do to make sure you come?” Pel wanted to know.

Canwas definitely not good enough.

“There are, as always, options.” He didn’t sound quite as calm in lecture mode as he usually did, breath hitching as Pel moved.

“Tell me.”

“You can use your hand or get me to use my hand.”

That made logical sense, he supposed, but—“Is that it?”

Tor let out a huff of laughter. “Why do you sound disappointed? I thought you liked hands.”

Pel rolled his eyes even as he pressed back inside Tor, loving the way that Tor’s body cradled him, like they were made to fit together. “You know I like them very much. I just thought… I mean, I’d like to make you come from what’s going to make me come. I guess that sounds silly.”

“Not at all,” Tor countered. “But do keep in mind that everything we do together is part of what’s going to make us come.”

Pel… supposed that was true. He certainly didn’t object to Tor playing with his nipples as well as his cock. And kisses were integral to the whole experience.

“However,” Tor said, and Pel perked up immediately. The other man twisted a little so that he could grin at Pel. “There’s also a way to stimulate me directly with what you’re doing, but it involves finding a sweet spot that can be elusive.”

“Tell me more,” Pel said eagerly.

“You need to angle your thrusts. If you find the spot you’re looking for, you’ll know immediately.”

“That seems really vague,” Pel said, trying to adjust his hips.

He frowned. What sort of an angle did the other man mean? How much variation could there possibly be?

“You’ll get it if it happens,” Tor responded, back rippling as he shrugged. “You also might not find it, which is perfectly fine. Gives us some fun for the future.”

Pel appreciated the reassurance, but he wanted to find itnow. He did his best to vary his motions, ignoring his own pleasure as he tried to concentrate on small adjustments that might matter to Tor. He couldn’t imagine what difference it would—