I pull in a sharp breath and then, on shaky legs, riseup on my knees. His cock springs up, and because of the oil, I have to do little to position him at my opening and slide down his shaft. We both groan at the contact.
“What do we do now?” I whisper to Rhys, our mouths almost touching.
“Now, hen, we ensure the heir,” he says. When my brows draw together and he notices my confusion, he says, “It’s time to fuck your King.”
“Oh!”
“Aye,” he chuckles. “‘Oh.’”
And then I begin to move. Slowly at first because I need to be cautious not to fling myself off this chair with him helpless to stop it because he’s holding priceless artifacts. But the more I rock against him, his pelvic bone scraping my needy clit, the more turned on I get.
With the hot wet slide of our bodies, thanks to the oil, I’m hurtling toward a climax with Rhys right behind me.
“Harder,” he groans as I slide up and forcefully drop down over him. “Fuck yes. Just like that.”
I do it over and over and each time, he hits that spot inside me. I begin to feel my body fluttering around him.
“Yes. Again,” he demands as I ride him, forgetting that we’re not alone.
“Rhys,” I pant as I press my hands to his chest for leverage.
He arches back in his chair with his arms out to theside. The move thrusts his hips up to fuck me from below at the perfect pace while I drop down on his cock over and over.
“Fuck! You’re fucking perfect,” he pants. “I need to feel you come.”
“Yes!” I call out as he plunges up into me again and again. Arching my own back so our main point of contact is where we begin and end together. “I’m… I’m…”
“I know… Fuck… Fuck…” he chants as I ride him. I drop down one last time and shudder as my climax rips through me and I squeeze tight around him as he follows me over the edge, his come surging up inside me in sharp hot spurts.
We both sit there, me draped over him and around him, while our breaths saw in and out of our lungs.
When he can speak again, he says, “I think your cunt just might be the death of me.”
I start to giggle but then I’m thrown a proverbial bucket of ice water when Craig speaks again, and I remember that we’re not alone.
“Pages will then take the Scepter and the Orb from the King, and he will place you in your chair. He will then verify that the anointing has taken place,” Craig says. “Usually, it’s… uh… not so… um… obvious.”
“What is he talking about?” I whisper. My entire body flushes red with humiliation as Rhys lifts me off of him and I feel his cum spurt out.
He places me on the desk since there is only onechair and then spreads my legs wide. I try to close them, but he stops me. “Rhys!”
“This is part of it, hen. I swear,” he says for my ears only. “Let’s just get this bit done and over with. All right?”
I just nod, afraid of what I’ll say if I speak now.
He swipes his fingers through my opening, scooping up some of his seed and holds his hand up for all in the room to see. They cheer and then he wipes it across my belly in a slash, then each of my nipples, before he grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me forward to meet him in a punishing kiss.
When he pulls back, he returns to his seat.
“Now you will redress yourself and then the King,” Craig directs and I do so on shaky legs before turning back to Rhys. Someone had gathered up our clothing while we were distracted and placed them folded on the edge of the desk so I don’t have to go far. “Now the screens will be lowered, and you will both kneel again while your crowns are exchanged for the sovereign’s crowns. Then the royal coronation robes and cords. Once that is done, you will both be instructed to rise and, hand in hand, you will circle the room.
“Then the archbishop will proclaim you King and Queen of the realm and say, ‘God Save the King and Queen.’ Everyone will then shout it,” Craig says. “Afterward, you will be led out so you may have official photos taken. After that, a small reception. In the evening, there will be a big concert on the lawns whereeveryone can go if they want, which they will.”
“Uh, okay.”
“Hen,” Rhys says.
But I don’t think I can look at him.