The Queen’s Knights

LANCE

The only way to describe what I’m experiencing is sensory overload. My queen’s pussy is still spread and glistening right above my face. Her clit is a swollen nub, the sensitive pink tip visible beneath its silken hood. I think this might be the first time I’ve ever seen a woman’s pussy from this angle. It’s a perfect pussy too, and studying it is certainly easier than the offer she just made me.

My cock doesn’t seem to be the least bit shy about it, though, so I admit I have to sit with that realization for a minute before I answer. But I’ve wanted this woman since I set eyes on her at the start of the semester at Columbia. I struck fucking gold when I discovered she was a member of the most exclusive sex club in the state of New York—so exclusive I shouldn’t even be here, but discovering a discarded invitation and sleuthing to find out what kind of party it was for was worth it, and even if I get caught and kicked out, it’ll be a small price to pay for this moment of heaven.

But is getting my dick sucked by another man a price for being here? Or is it a bonus?

I know him too; the big blond guy is like her shadow. He goes wherever she goes on campus, and there’s a pretty prevalent rumor among the other students that they’re fucking. So it really wasn’t a surprise at all that he’d also be her assistant here, even though his role is still not exactly clear. He’s fully clothed, and I got the sense from her offer that touching her isn’t something he usually does.

I don’t believe either of them have recognized me, though. I don’t sit in front of the lecture hall where Dr. Brennan teaches her Introduction to Women’s and Gender Studies course. I sit near the back, usually next to one of the three other men who signed up for her class, and she pretty much never looks our way. The women in class all occupy the discussion well enough that I can just sit back and listen, and occasionally get annoyed at the one guy who likes to pipe up with some mansplainy nonsense every so often.

The mask I have on tonight helps, of course. I got fucking lucky sneaking in on what’s apparently the Whitewood Club’s monthly Masquerade Night, and managed to find a discarded mask within the rear stairwell. It smelled like coconut, but otherwise looked clean enough to serve my purposes.

And now here I am, marveling at the juiciest snatch I’ve ever seen, one I’ve fantasized about for months now, and only half-aware of the words already spilling from my lips.

“Only if you promise to let me make you come before I do.”

What. The. Fuck. Did I just agree to let another man suck my dick?

I involuntarily clench my ass when he nudges my knees gently with the backs of his hands. The tension in my body must be obvious, because I hear her throaty chuckle above me.

“Relax. I don’t think Percy will bite unless you ask him to.”

I take a shuddering breath and peer down at him, which is a challenge, since I can’t lift my head without sliding out from under her, and I’m not about to give up the best seat in the house just to get a better view of what he’s up to.

Percy meets my gaze and offers the slightest smile, shaking his head. “I know what I’m doing. You don’t have to worry.”

I reluctantly part my knees and he settles between them, sitting back on his haunches, still fully dressed. He holds my gaze while he reaches back to pull his shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and secures it with an elastic from his wrist. The man is prepared.

A nervous laugh escapes me. “I guess I’m just worried I’m going to like it.”

God, what an idiotic thing to say. I’m not a homophobe; I’ve just never thought about men that way. I focus on the reason I’m here again, because I’ll be damned if I let myself get too distracted to follow through on my promise.

But not before he says in a low voice, “Would that be so bad?”

He rests both big, warm hands on my knees and gently slides them down my inner thighs, spreading my legs. I start tonguing the queen’s snatch in earnest, gratified by the moan she lets out, but startled by a deeper moan coming from Percy when he takes my cock in hand and licks me from root to tip.

Time seems to slow in the next few moments, because I’m suddenly acutely aware of how little control I have over anything. That one lick was like a fuse being lit, and it’s far shorter than I expected it to be.

When he wraps his lips around my tip and swallows me deeper than anyone ever has, it’s all I can do to hold on. I go to town on the queen’s pussy like my life depends on it, determined to get her there as promised. She starts rocking above me, her slick snatch a slippery feast for my senses. Then something unexpected happens.

She reaches down and covers my hands with her own where I’m clenching the handholds at the sides of her throne. I release my grip and spread my fingers, groaning in gratitude when she threads her fingers between mine and holds tight.

I’m not sure if I manage to get her there before I come, but she lets out a throaty cry after a moment and her pussy spasms, then utterly drenches my face. I go off like a goddamn rocket, but my tongue is somehow on autopilot, continuing to lap up all that delicious, tangy mess she just let loose.

Fucking hell, I thought squirting was a myth. I also thought what came out was something I’d rather not get all over me, but what I taste is the same slippery fluid I’ve been licking off her, just a lot more of it. And she keeps coming, her moans like music, her ass rocking above me, rubbing her core against my mouth.

Percy swallows every drop I shoot and slips his mouth off me, giving the tip of my dick a gentle kiss that sends a shiver up my spine. I want to look at him, but at the same time, I’m so focused on her I’d rather not let myself get distracted.

She hasn’t told me to stop, so I don’t. My jaw is starting to cramp, but I don’t fucking care. I want her to remember me.

I’m losing circulation in my hands, she’s holding on so tight, but her orgasms keep coming and coming. Finally her body shifts above me until I can’t reach her with my mouth anymore, and she loosens her grip on my hands.

Breathlessly, she says, “You can stop now.”

I let out a sigh and relax, working my jaw to ease its soreness as she scoots onto a narrow little ledge of a seat I hadn’t realized was at the back of her throne. She peers down at me, her flush visible despite her dark complexion.

“Did I please my queen?” I ask, oddly compelled to remain formal despite what just occurred.

“Very much,” she says with a smile. Her face lights up and my heartbeat stutters. Goddamn, could she be more beautiful? “In fact, I think you deserve a reward.”

I blink up at her. “What you just gave me was the best reward I could ever ask for.”

“Think about it. You have ten minutes to decide while we get cleaned up.”

Percy appears at her side again, kneeling to unfasten one of my shackles before moving to the opposite side to take care of the other. He stands up and reaches his hand down to me. I grab it, appreciating the help up since my head is still spinning, and mindlessly accept the soft, moist cloth he hands me next. Curtains obscure the viewing window now that the show is over, As I clean myself up, I’m only abstractly aware that he isn’t hard now, though I was sure I saw him sporting an erection through his pants just before he started sucking me off.

“How can you stand it?” I ask.

He lifts both eyebrows. “Stand what?”

“You didn’t get to finish. That was so fucking hot. How can you stand being around a woman so beautiful when she’s in the middle of…that?” I wave my hand at the throne and the queen, who has repositioned her outfit so she’s covered again. She looks as perfect as she did when I entered the room, though much more relaxed, and maybe even a little dazed and drunk. I can’t help but smirk. ~I~ did that to her.

Percy shakes his head. “It takes a lot more to get me going to the point I don’t want to stop. But she doesn’t need a horny asshole as her bodyguard, so it works out well for us. I don’t usually get hard at all during scenes with her. This was a first.”

I cough a laugh. “Uh, should I be flattered?”

One blond eyebrow lifts and he chuckles. “If you want, but it wasn’t you so much as how well you pleased her that turned me on. Seeing her get off is an aphrodisiac, and one of the few things that affect me that way.”

This is a fascinating revelation, and not something I completely grasp. I’d like to know more, but the queen clears her throat. I redirect my attention to her and am dumbstruck yet again. I can’t quite believe this happened.

“Have you thought about it?” she asks.

It comes to me that moment as I study her face, thinking about all the times I watched her standing at her podium in front of class, or pacing in front of the projector screen as she gives a lecture. I always fixate on her mouth, sometimes imagining her going down on me, but considering that’s a dangerous fantasy to have in public, I mostly focused on what it would be like to simply kiss her.

“I know what I want,” I say, moving close to face her once Percy repositions the backrest so it becomes her footrest again.

She gives me an expectant look, her eyes dark behind her mask. “I’m all ears.”

“May I kiss you?”

Her eyelids flutter and her lips part, as if this was the last thing she expected me to say. After a beat, she stands. She’s not a tall woman, her eyes barely an inch above mine where she stands on her throne’s dais. She gives me a thoughtful look as she rests her hands on my shoulders, then steps off the dais. I take a step back to give her room, but she closes the distance.

“You may kiss me now,” she says in a near whisper, looking up into my eyes.

I wish I could take off our masks. I want her to know who I am, to know she’ll recognize me next Tuesday in class, but a kiss will have to be enough. I cradle her face in both hands, staring into her eyes for a breath before I lower my mouth to hers.

If I thought eating her pussy was enough to satisfy me, I was wrong. The kiss wakes up my every nerve and desire again. I will my dick to stand down so I can savor this, though, because this kiss isn’t for me; it’s for her. Because even if she can never know my identity, I want her to remember me.