Americana Fairy Tale (39 page)

Before Corentin could get the words out, Taylor pressed his fingertips to his mouth and shook his head with one slow swivel. “We’ll get through this,” Taylor said firmly. “If we can survive the road, we can survive this.”

They remained still and silent, Taylor’s fingers to Corentin’s lips, and they watched each other in the dim light. Taylor pulled away, saying nothing more. He slipped around to the left of the bed, the side he had slept on back in the Wigwam Motel, the side that would always be his. Taylor pulled back the covers and quietly slipped into the bed.

He waited.

Corentin didn’t speak. For one who was so arrogant, obnoxious, and dangerous, Taylor had conquered every part of him with his silence and patience. Taylor had never known patience, but he discovered it was a very useful tool.

“Come to bed, Corentin…,” Taylor said in a gentle plea.

Corentin stepped closer and took his place at the right of the bed. He stood looking at Taylor and seemed to study him like a specimen from another world. Taylor scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and shifted to the right side of the bed. He sat at the edge and silently pulled away the belt of Corentin’s slacks. The buckle hit the floor in a clatter, and Taylor watched Corentin for his approval. Corentin drew in a deep sigh and then stroked Taylor’s cheek with his fingertips. Taylor continued with his work. He unfastened the button and undid the fly of Corentin’s slacks. As he pushed the slacks away, Taylor swallowed hard at being eye level with Corentin’s rigid shaft, straining against his boxers. Corentin kept his hands at his sides, and his fingers flexed just to the left of Taylor’s line of sight. They were both equal amounts of nervous, unsure, and excited.

Taylor renewed his bravery and slid Corentin’s boxers off his hips and to the floor. Corentin stood before him, naked and wild; his arousal jutted free, glistening and ready. Taylor stayed silent and again intently studied Corentin for approval. Corentin kept still, at Taylor’s mercy. He took Corentin’s cock in hand, and Corentin’s hands curled into white-knuckled fists. He watched again for signs of discomfort. Corentin reached out to stroke Taylor’s hair. That seemed to signal everything was fine. Taylor pumped Corentin’s length in a long, slow, determined rhythm. He kept his attention on Corentin’s eyes as he worked him. Corentin’s jaw clenched as he groaned in the back of his throat.

Wetting his lips, Taylor glanced from his task to Corentin’s face and back again. He leaned forward and gave the deep rosy head a tentative lick.

Corentin barked in surprise.

Taylor pulled back and shook his head with a questioning gaze.
No
?

Corentin nodded furiously to the contrary.

Taylor smiled as the devious machinations churned in his mind. He leaned forward and licked again, this time with a languorous drag of the tongue. Taylor knew very well if he took Corentin down his throat, he’d ruin everything and gag. He would have to play to his strengths, no matter how limited. Maybe Corentin did get off on the eager-to-please virginal-princess thing. It seemed to be working so far. And Taylor was definitely eager to please. Corentin might not remember anything in the morning, but Taylor was going to make sure he’d never forget the night he lost his virginity.

He took the head of Corentin’s cock into his mouth and gave a soft suckle. Taylor felt Corentin’s fingers take a fistful of his hair. Taylor moaned around the mouthful, and Corentin kept his hand steady. Taylor understood Corentin was going to let him try, and not take his own pleasures with someone so inexperienced.

Taylor licked at the underside of Corentin’s cock head as he pulled away. Corentin’s length popped free of Taylor’s lips. He tasted Corentin further and licked down the length of his shaft, sampling the taste and texture. Taylor made every effort to slicken Corentin thoroughly and only hoped Corentin would exercise the same care in preparing him.

He smiled, his lips wet from his work. He finally spoke. “Good?”

Leaning over Taylor, Corentin gave a nod. Taylor lay back in reflex. “Very good. Any more of that and you would have had cum on your face.”

Taylor’s face heated with an intense blush. “D-do you like that?”

“We’ll get to that later,” Corentin said with a grin, and Taylor caught that he confirmed the kink. Taylor made a note to try for that another time.

They watched each other and Corentin’s fingernails scraped on Taylor’s flat belly. Taylor met his gaze as Corentin continued dragging his nails from Taylor’s stomach to his chest. “May I?” Corentin asked. At least Corentin relied on verbal questions to take the anxiety out of things.

While he was flustered with nerves, Taylor give a timid nod. Would Corentin laugh at him? Would Corentin change his mind?

He must have broadcast these questions all over his face, and Corentin asked, “Are you okay? We can stop.” He smiled as well, and Taylor recognized that Corentin was genuine.

“N-no,” Taylor said and gave a nervous smile. “I just don’t want you to be… y’know… disappointed….”

“This is not about
me
, Taylor,” Corentin said and then snorted a laugh. “This is about
you
. This is about you blessing me with the opportunity to honor
you
.” Corentin kissed his forehead. “I am at your every command, my Princess.”

Taylor relaxed against the mattress as his tensions eased.

Corentin’s hand slithered over Taylor’s stomach. After slipping off Taylor’s boxers and casting them to the floor, Corentin then took Taylor’s hardness into his hand. Taylor clutched fistfuls of sheets. Corentin halted. “I haven’t even done anything yet,” he said with a lopsided grin.

“I-I know,” Taylor said with a tense breath. “It’s just never felt that way when I’ve done it.”

“You don’t feel anything when you jack off?” Corentin furrowed his brows.

“It’s a princess thing.” Taylor flushed from his face to his chest. “We don’t feel pleasure until we meet our true loves.”

“Now
that
is a fucked-up princess thing,” Corentin said with a frown.

Taylor nodded, thankful he could breathe again. His cock throbbed with the overload of new sensations. Taylor panted as Corentin’s fingers curled over his cock. “Princesses have a lot of fucked-up princess—” A loud moan from deep in Taylor’s soul escaped when Corentin began pumping him. “—
things
! HolyshitfuckohStoryteller!” he wailed as Corentin jacked him off.

His body ignited with tingles and sparks he thought he’d never experience. He gasped wordlessly as his stomach clenched with each jerk. Taylor reached out anywhere he could, unsure of where to put his hands. One of Taylor’s hands settled on Corentin’s stomach, and it took every bit of concentration to find Corentin’s length. Corentin groaned when Taylor returned the favor. As Taylor’s hips rose to meet Corentin’s touch, Taylor stroked him in time. Taylor’s heart pounded as he climbed higher and higher to that edge.

“I’m… I’m…,” Taylor said breathlessly but couldn’t get the rest out.

“Yeah…,” Corentin said softly. “C’mon. Do it for me.”

Together they fell into heavy panting as they mutually jerked each other. Taylor’s orgasm approached, and a tightening in his groin was his only warning. Taylor squeaked into his nose when he watched his cock erupt into a stream of cum. Corentin pumped him, milking every drop from him. Taylor’s jaw dropped open as he gulped for air. He was mystified by the sticky droplets spattering his stomach and running over Corentin’s hand. But Taylor had neglected his duty of bringing Corentin to his end and gasped with the realization.

“Wait, wait,” Taylor said, trying to catch his breath. “It’s your turn.” He shifted in the bed and guided Corentin to do the same.

Corentin sat back against the headboard and tilted his chin. Taylor grinned at Corentin’s curiosity and then bent forward between his legs. Corentin stiffened as Taylor gave him another wet lick. “Fuck…,” Corentin groaned. His hand nested in a fistful of Taylor’s hair. Corentin pulled Taylor away from his work and gave him a warning look.

“You don’t have to,” Corentin said in quiet firmness.

Taylor smiled and licked his lips. “But I want to see what it tastes like.”

“Did that just come out of your mouth?”

Taylor took note of Corentin’s mixture of perplexed, horrified, and turned on.

Taking Corentin’s shaft into his hand, Taylor pumped him as he kept his attention on Corentin’s expression. “Just because I’m virginal doesn’t mean I’m innocent,” Taylor said with a smirk. “I wanna be bad.”

Laying back, Corentin chuckled and carefully pushed Taylor’s face down to his crotch. “Well then, suck, little princess, suck it all down. Because there’s more after you’re done.”

Taylor considered Corentin’s twitching cock. It was dark, dusky, and made his mouth water with the need to lick. Taylor leaned in, giving a tentative suckle on the smooth head. He heard Corentin sigh a strangled sound. Taylor pulled away and smiled. “Good?”

“You know,” Corentin said and groaned. “If you’re going to be a naughty princess, I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”

“How much of that dream did you hear?” Taylor flushed, and his cock stirred to life with the idea.

“All of it,” Corentin said. “I had to jerk off while you were in the shower at the Wigwam. Your moans are fucking hot.”

“Mmm…,” Taylor said, and a slow smile inched across his face. “I’ll moan nice for you, if you like that.”

He returned to his work and pumped Corentin again. He licked at the salty skin of Corentin’s cock, then slurped down the length. Taylor moaned around his mouthful of cock and stroked faster. Corentin unleashed a low, long groan, and Taylor took that as his cue to work harder. There were three strokes of his hand, and Taylor startled when a mouthful of cum shot into his throat. The taste surprised him—salty, creamy, and intoxicating. He slurped the hot seed down but pulled away just before Corentin was done. Taylor caught the droplets in his open mouth and giggled as the remainder splattered onto his chin, nose, and forehead.

Taylor sat up on his knees and displayed the fruit of his efforts. He smiled, pleased with himself. “How do I look?” he asked in a coy tone.

Sitting up on his knees as well, Corentin scrutinized him. He snaked an arm around Taylor’s waist and pulled them together, skin to skin. With the other hand, Corentin reached around and gave a hard slap on Taylor’s round rear.

Taylor’s lashes fluttered, and his lips parted with a moan as Corentin spanked him again. Once, Taylor thought he was adamantly opposed to the concept of being punished like a misbehaving princess. Now, in the heat of the moment, he really
liked
misbehaving.

“I was bad?” Taylor asked in a heady moan. Corentin cracked his hand over Taylor’s rear. The hot sting made his cock stand at painful attention.

“I see you’re going to need frequent lessons in how to behave,” Corentin said with a playful growl. “Now you’ve gone and gotten me all hard again.”

“I like making you hard,” Taylor said, nuzzling against Corentin’s shoulder. “Are we going to do more?”

Corentin rested his hand on the crest of Taylor’s rear. Taylor savored the comforting burn. Corentin remained quiet, and Taylor waited to see what Corentin would do next.

“Do you want more?” Corentin asked in a soft tone. The playful attitude of dirty foreplay turned somber.

Taylor nodded with a slight jerk of the chin. “Y-yeah. I… we should….” Taylor shifted, trading places with Corentin at the head of the bed. He lay back and took a shuddering breath. Corentin seemed to follow the cues as he took his position between Taylor’s legs.

This time Corentin didn’t ask any questions. Corentin leaned over Taylor and took the bottle of lube as well as the condom into one hand. Taylor tensed all over. He lay quiet, digesting the education as Corentin rolled on the condom and then spread the lube upon himself, over his hand. Corentin put his dry hand on Taylor’s inner thigh, and the slick fingers from the other hand traced lazy circles around his entrance. Taylor’s mouth dropped open at the sensation shooting to the crown of his head and then down to his stomach. “Relax…,” Corentin whispered.

Taylor closed his eyes and lay back on the pillows. Corentin’s slick fingers circled his entrance again, teasing it, caressing it, and Taylor thought he would explode on that alone. The fingers drew away, and Taylor mewled in distress that the pleasure was gone. The slick fingers returned, and Taylor gave in to them, pushing against them, wanting them inside him. The fingers left again, and Taylor cried out a wordless plea. When they returned, he gasped his delight as the lubricated fingers pressed forward and slipped into his wanting entrance. He couldn’t wait another moment and held the fingers within him, moving his hips against them. The fingers withdrew, and Taylor wailed in his mounting frustration.

Something different pressed to his greedy entrance—bigger and harder than fingers. Taylor pressed against the slickness, crying out as it teased at him. He pressed against it again, one more time in a steady push, and the exquisite stretch filled him.

There was a stillness, a sacred silence between them. Taylor opened his eyes to see Corentin staring down at him like he had just seen beauty awaken for the first time. Taylor smiled and didn’t say anything for fear of ruining the moment.

It was Taylor who moved against Corentin. Taylor stepped into the dance with his vagabond prince. And their hips moved together in a slow, intense rhythm. Corentin cupped Taylor’s hips, his thumbs fitting perfectly on his pelvic notch.

Taylor gave himself over to it. The intense tingles of pleasure ripped through his body as he cried out for all of Mackinac Island to hear. Corentin tipped forward, offering occasional kisses, as if asking if he was okay. Taylor was more than okay.

For the first time, he came alive.

For the first time, he understood love.

Even after their exciting foreplay of exploring each other, there was an honorable dignity to taking Taylor’s virginity. Corentin treated him with respect and an understanding that he was the lover to one of royal breeding. Corentin had said it, and Taylor was too hysterical to listen at the time.