Chapter 90: Taboo Under Table [R-18]

In one sweep she pulled his pants down with a grin on her face.

’...Ah, fuck.’

Sidney wrapped her hand around his cock without hesitation.

Her fingers were warm and slightly cool from the air, and she gave him a slow stroke from base to tip.

He was already half-hard from the tension of the moment.

Amon’s fingers tightened on the edge of the counter as he forced his gaze toward the living room.

Ambrosia sat on the sofa, her eyes on the television, she barely glanced in his direction.

Amon decided not to waste the chance.

He reached down, tangled his fingers in Sidney’s messy black-and-orange hair, and pulled her forward.

She opened her mouth willingly.

The first touch of her hot, wet tongue against the head made his breath hitch.

He pushed past her lips and straight toward the back of her throat in one motion.

Sidney made a soft, muffled sound but didn’t pull away.

The tight, silky heat of her throat closed around him.

Amon held her there for a second, feeling the flutter of her muscles.

He began moving her head at his own pace, doing his best to make minimum sound.

At the same time his free hand slid under her short pink sleep shirt and cupped one of her soft breasts.

The thin fabric of her bra was already warm from her skin.

He squeezed hard, his thumb brushing over the stiffening nipple.

He moved to the other side and did the same, kneading the soft weight firmly.

Sidney’s muffled moan vibrated straight down his cock.

Ambrosia turned her head slightly. "What was that sound?"

Amon kept his voice steady even as he pushed Sidney’s mouth farther down. "Nothing, it was just the pan."

Ambrosia accepted the answer with a small nod and looked back at the television.

The news anchor’s serious voice continued talking about the King’s health.

Sidney took the opportunity to grow bolder.

She cupped his balls with one hand, rolling them gently in her warm palm.

The wet sounds of her mouth grew louder which Amon desperately tried to hide.

Saliva began to drip down her chin and onto the floor in thin, warm strands.

Amon’s jaw clenched as he fought to keep his breathing even and his face neutral.

Ambrosia spoke again without looking away from the screen. "Things are going really bad in the kingdom. Once the King dies, I fear there will be a civil war."

Amon swallowed and answered carefully, in a low voice. "You’re worrying too much. A civil war would only hurt the kingdom in the long run."

Sidney chose that moment to take him all the way to the base again, her throat squeezing tightly around him.

Amon’s fingers tightened in her hair as a quiet, shaky breath escaped him.

He forced the rest of the sentence out. "No one with any real sense would let it happen."

Ambrosia shook her head, still watching the screen. "You don’t really know those nobles. They’re parasites. They’ll let the kingdom die if it means they can have more money and power for themselves."

Amon kept thrusting shallowly into Sidney’s mouth while he answered.

The wet heat and the soft scrape of her teeth making it hard to concentrate. "By the way, I met the Duke of Edinburgh recently."

Ambrosia turned fully toward him this time.

Amon froze for half a second, but Sidney didn’t.

She placed both hands on his waist, fingers digging into his hips, and pulled him even deeper, sucking hard enough that his vision briefly blurred.

The sudden intense pressure made him groan inwardly.

"Why would you meet him?" Ambrosia asked, her voice curious.

Amon leaned back against the counter as much as Sidney would allow, trying to keep his face neutral while her tongue worked the underside of his cock. "Seraphina’s mother wanted me to meet him."

Ambrosia’s eyes narrowed slightly. "You’re close enough to Seraphina that you’re already meeting her mother?"

Amon met her gaze and answered as evenly as he could. "She’s my girlfriend."

The moment the words left his mouth, Sidney’s jealousy flared.

She sucked with sudden greedy force which was hard to ignore.

The sharp increase in wet heat and suction made Amon’s hips jerk forward involuntarily.

He barely noticed the brief flash of disappointment and annoyance that crossed Ambrosia’s face before she turned back to the television.

"I see," she said quietly.

Amon used the distraction without mercy.

He gripped both sides of Sidney’s head, fingers buried in her hair, and began fucking her mouth.

Sidney’s eyes watered, black streaks of makeup starting to run, but she stayed on her knees and took it.

One hand still fondled his balls while the other braced against his thigh.

Thick drool ran down her chin and dripped steadily onto the floor between her knees.

Amon’s breath grew heavier.

He kept his eyes on the back of Ambrosia’s head and the glowing television screen.

Sidney looked up at him through teary eyes, clearly aware of exactly what she was doing to him.

That final, defiant look pushed him over the edge.

He held her head firmly in place and came hard down her throat. Thick, hot pulses flooded her mouth.

Sidney swallowed as best she could, her throat working around him, but some of it still leaked and trailed down her.

Amon stayed deep until the last spurt finished, feeling every swallow, then slowly pulled out.

A thin string of saliva and cum still connected her swollen lower lip to the tip of his cock for a second before it broke.

Sidney remained on her knees, dazed and breathing hard, but still with satisfied smile.

Amon tucked himself back into his pants with steady hands cleaned them, and returned to the stove as if nothing had happened.

He turned the heat back up and continued preparing the rest of the meal, the rich smell of the stir-fry filling the apartment once more.

Behind the counter, Sidney stayed where she was for a little longer, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking quietly pleased with herself.