The Snow Prince - Raleigh Ruebins Page 0,56

what was worse: leaving my eyes open and looking at my best friend going down on me, or closing my eyes and fully giving into every sensation, ever lap and stroke and flick of his tongue. Either way, I felt like I was going to blow within seconds.

I wanted to prolong this moment. I wanted to stop time and live like this forever.

Yes, I was ignoring the fact that my entire life was being upended.

Yes, I was aware that if I turned on my cell phone, I would have hundreds of messages, calls, emails, and alerts.

But like always, my time with Henry felt like a world of its own. It had been like that when we were kids. It had been like that last night. And it sure as hell was like that right now, as he dragged his tongue up and down my shaft like it was made for him.

“Jesus Christ, Henry,” I whispered as he bobbed his head upward. “You’re going to have to teach me your… techniques.”

He hummed around my cock, lifting off of it for a second. “I don’t have any.”

“Yeah, right,” I said. “I feel whatever you’re doing down there.”

“There’s no technique, though,” he said, running his fingertips up the slick side of my cock. “I just do whatever I think is going to make you feel good.”

“It’s working.”

“And whatever is going to make you fucking crazy,” he said, leaning down to drag the tip of his tongue in a slow rhythm right at the base of my cock head.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered.

He locked eyes with me as he moved his tongue from side to side. And I’d never been a believer in mind-reading, but I swear to God, I could read Henry’s in that moment. I knew what he was thinking.

I want you to come, Sebastian. Come for me. Only for me.

A rush moved through my body as I watched him slowly sink further onto my cock, never breaking eye contact with me.

“Oh my God,” I mumbled.

I knew he was aware of it. He knew he was getting to me. With that stare, those rich, fucking gorgeous green eyes, the knowing glance.

“You’re going to make me—”

“Mmhmm,” he hummed. I could feel every vibration of his low voice on my cock, and like clockwork, he began to move in a steady rhythm, dragging his tongue along every inch of me.

He was taking care of me. Like he’d always been stupidly good at.

“Oh fuck—”

I started to convulse. It was a lost cause. I couldn’t hold back. And my body felt like it was cresting a wave it had needed for years. I felt myself coming before I’d even really known it was going to happen. I moaned deeply as I shot into his mouth, and he doubled down, like he wouldn’t quit until he’d sucked every last drop from me.

I was gone.

I came hard, so hard I had a brief flash of worry that I’d fill his mouth too much.

But he was incredible. Of course he was. He swallowed around me, clutching my thighs and sighing as he held me.

I collapsed back onto the couch, letting go of any control I’d still thought I had.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I tried to hold on,” I said.

He pulled off my cock slowly, shaking his head. “You have nothing to apologize for. Unless you won’t let me do it to you again later tonight.”

I chuckled. “God, have you always been this amazing?”

“I’ve always been this into you.”

“Who am I kidding. I’ve always known you were incredible. I don’t deserve you.”

I’d never been quick to come. Actually, it had always been the opposite. Sometimes I couldn’t even come when I was jerking myself off for an hour. But apparently with Henry, all bets were off. I was turned on just from being around him, so I stood no chance when he was going down on me.

He nestled up onto the sofa with me, both of us cramming in next to one another. He was so warm, and still smelled faintly of the shampoo and body wash I kept in my shower, from this morning. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head as he held me close.

I stared out the window as we both drifted off. I didn’t look at the castle. I kept my eyes fixed on the pine trees swaying in the wind, and I felt safe—truly safe—for the first time in my life.

If my life was crumbling, it might be okay, as long as I