Chapter 200

I lowered myself to my knees in front of Charles, crowded up against his legs by the tight space in the spa’s changing room. But there was more than enough room for me to take him in my mouth and begin working his shaft.

I slowly circled the head with my tongue, taking care to tickle the rim with my tongue before sucking the whole mushroom-shaped tip with as much suction as I could get. Then, I slowly took the length into my mouth and back out again.

He sighed and then groaned, lacing his fingers through my hair, across the back of my head, and guiding a rhythm. I paused at the sound of voices entering the changing area and then resumed working my mouth around his erection when I heard the doors to one of the changing rooms shut.

Charles worked to suppress his hard breathing, then let out a funny gasp and pulled my head away.

He crooked a finger under my chin and drew me up to stand. Someone started talking, and doors opened and shut. Charles pulled me against his chest, running his hands across my breasts and between my legs, rubbing.

When the sound of the voices had completely faded, he pulled a couple of robes off the stack, handing one to me. “I need a moment, anyway,” he said. “That’s not how I want to cum.”

We put on the robes and came out of the changing stall, heading away from the door to the main lounge and back toward the spa. There we were greeted by a hostess who showed us to the steam room that we would be using.

Inside the steam room was scented with eucalyptus and something else I couldn’t quite pinpoint, but it smelled very luxurious, and the steam caressed my skin, warm and refreshing.

Charles shut the door and took off his robe, hanging it on one of the hooks on the inside. I hung mine beside his, and he admired my naked body while I admired his.

“Is it going to be too hot in here?” I asked him.

“Don’t worry. I have a plan for that.” He kissed my ear as he said this.

I sighed and leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his moist, naked skin against mine. Everything inside the steam room felt slippery and heated, and the arousal I had gotten from going down on him had my own wetness joining so that every part of me glistened.

Charles stuck fingers between my legs and felt this, groaning. “Come here,” he whispered.

He hooked a hand under my knee, lifting it so that my foot was on the bench. Then he paused a moment.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said. “Maybe we should get each other to cum some other way.” He drooped. “I should have just let you finish me off in the changing room.”

No. I needed him to stay distracted. If we finished quickly, he’d go right back to asking me questions I didn’t want to answer.

I gripped his erection, holding on and guiding him toward the space between my legs. He didn’t argue with me.

In my own mind, I figured what was the harm? If the pregnancy test was correct, then unprotected sex didn’t matter. Even if he came inside me, the damage was already done.

That brought up a momentary twinge of guilt. I shouldn’t think of any child between Charles and me as damage because it was simply unexpected. It might be ill-timed, but that didn’t mean it deserved to be unloved.

Urg. Now, I needed to distract myself.

Charles quickly took care of that, bending and taking my nipple in his mouth while running his fingers along the moistened slit between my legs. After a moment, he guided himself to my entrance and then pushed up inside.

I let out a gasp with pleasure, but to my surprise, he stopped moving. “What—” I started to ask, but he clamped his lips across mine, cutting me off.

He tightened his grip around my body and just held me there. After a moment, he broke the kiss and whispered, “I don’t want either of us to get overheated. So, we’re going to play this a little differently.”

He gave his hips a small wiggle, which stimulated me and sent shivers of excitement along my body, but still, he didn’t move or thrust. He just stayed there, inserted, teasing us both with his presence inside me.

Against the sensitive skin, I could feel the pulses of longing that sent his cock twitching, begging for him to move. And yet all he would do was take a little wiggle or a tiny swipe, just enough to tease and stimulate but not enough to actually rub well.

I couldn’t help but be impressed by his self-control. I was sure I had that much. But I could see how good his plan was. I was extremely stimulated without the physical effort that would overheat us in such a hot room.

Charles stayed there still and inside me while he suckled at my breast, flicking and tweaking the opposite nipple and using the other hand to rub at my clit above his inserted penis. I squirmed, my body begging him to do more.

I couldn’t tell whether the heat was from my arousal or whether it was from the steam in the steam room, but sweat beaded out over my entire body.

The little wiggles and rubbing got more frequent, but he still didn’t pull out for larger thrusts. Desperation built inside me, growing uncomfortable. In response to his tiny motions, my own hips would rub, frantically seeking more stimulation.

I reached between us, cupping his balls, and he groaned and pushed himself against my hips, burying himself as deep as he possibly could. When I tickled where his shaft met his body, he gave up and began thrusting, panting feverishly.

I started to cry out and bit it back because people would be able to hear us. But the movements quickly sent me up and over the edge into a quivering orgasm. Stars bloomed in front of my vision, and my grip on him constricted as the ecstasy overwhelmed me and ripped through my body.

He groaned at the same time, shoving himself inside, his seed emptying itself into my body. After a few moments of release, he sagged away from me and took a seat on the bench. I joined him, my legs trembling with our exertions.

He tipped his head back against the wall, shutting his eyes. And for once, I was glad that men were happy to forgo the pillow talk after sex. I just let Charles revel in his release.

We didn’t stay in the steam room much longer since we’d already gotten quite hot. Once we left for the showers, we were finally separated since there were ladies and men’s showers.

When we rejoined Theo and David in the first-class lounge, it was pretty much time to leave. The airlines would be calling boarding in about ten minutes.

After that distraction, I claimed sleepiness from the flight home, which honestly wasn’t much of a lie. Why did I keep finding myself exhausted no matter how much sleep I kept up on? And yet here we were on another plane, refreshing the jet lag before I’d even fully gotten over it, despite my nap in the infirmary at the temple.

When we got back to the apartment, I checked in with the palace and went straight to bed.

The next morning, I woke, headed straight for the bathroom, threw my guts up, and then sat on the floor of the bathroom, the tile chilling my backside and the truth chilling my heart.