The Prince and I

by R. S. Lively

  He breaks our kiss and his blue eyes blaze. Brighter shades of sapphire swirl with desire, as if his control is slipping. I guess this is what happens when realities clash. It makes us slip off the edge, and I know he is going to catch me.

  “I never thought this day would come. I thought you were lost to me forever. When you ran from me that night, leaving me nothing but your name, everything in my world changed. A few hours with you”—he leans his forehead against mine, the heat from his skin searing into my own—“and you changed my entire world. I didn’t think it was possible.”

  “Me, neither,” I admit in a hushed breath, closing my eyes to relish the moment of finally being in his arms.

  The wind tunnels around us, soaking us with cool air. It causes my hair to get in my face, and he pushes it back, saying, "You are so beautiful.” The breeze howls around us again and he closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath. “And you smell so good. When I first met you, I thought you reminded me of my home. You're light with a floral scent. It makes me—” He stops, seeming unable to finish his sentence. He grips my ass hard, his blunt nails digging into my flesh through the dress I'm wearing.

  “It makes you what?” I tease, moving my hips around innocently. Perhaps I’m readjusting my position to get more comfortable? He won’t know the truth.

  A deep guttural sound leaves his throat. “Makes me want to lose control.”

  My lips open and close, too shocked to know what to say. I swallow and the sound is loud. My eyes drop to the grass, watching the tall blades dance in the element that can’t be seen. “Maybe I want you to lose control.”

  He tosses his head back and groans. “You don’t mean that. You don’t know what you’re saying. It’s just the lust talking.”

  “So? I’ve wanted you since I saw you, and I couldn’t even really see you then. I see all of you right now, and I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.”

  “You’re playing with fire, Rosie.”

  “Maybe…” I gulp again, swirling circles on his shoulder with my finger. “Maybe I want to get burned.” A weak attempt at sounding sexy, but it is the only reply that comes to mind considering this is the dirtiest I’ve ever talked.

  He yanks my hair back and licks the seam of my lips. “You are trouble, aren’t you?”

  I play with the bottom of my lip, giving him a shy smile. “Only the good kind.”

  “I wasn’t aware there was a good kind.” He plucks my lip from my mouth.

  “Here I am. In the flesh,” I tease.

  His hands trickle down my back and goosebumps take over my body, and I know it isn’t from the wind anymore. “Here you are.” He says it like he can’t believe it.

  “Yeah, here I am. So, what are you going to do about it?” I whisper, barely forcing the bold words out of my throat.

  “Treat you like a lady. Like I’ve been wanting to do for months.” He sets me down, but keeps me close, my hard nipples rubbing against his suit making me gasp.

  “I appreciate that, but I want more.”

  His eyes drift to the barn, an idea whirling around in his head, but he shakes it off and takes my hand. “Come on, you didn’t finish your supper.”

  “I don’t want my supper.” I yank my hand away and blitz to the barn. I look back to him chasing after me with a big smile on his face.

  I disappear through the barn doors and hide behind a barrel of hay, creating a quick game of hide and seek. I wonder what he will do when he finds me?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Luca

  I smirk when my little fox dashes into the barn. She is more than meets the eye. I like her playful nature. With how soft-spoken and quiet she is, I wonder if that is just the surface. She seems to loosen up once she’s used to a person. The cockier side of me hopes it’s just because it’s me.

  Slowing my run to a walk, I twist my body to get myself through the old rickety doors. This barn has been here since the beginning. As far as I know, for hundreds of years. The paint is faded and chipped, the wood almost rotted. Honestly, I do not know how the thing is still standing and why my father hasn’t torn it down. It is not an important part of history or anything.

  The air in the barn is stale, stuffy with musk and old age. The particles of hay in the air tickle my nose, but I hold the sneeze in. It will kill the moment if I let one of those out. I get my phone out and turn on the flashlight, illuminating the night hanging in the barn.

  There are a few barrels of hay that have been sitting in here probably since the day it was built. Old light fixtures sway a bit, clinking together to create an unexpected, lyrical sound. The wood groans from the wind blowing and my shoes crunch against the straw littered along the floor. “Where are you, my little fox?” The way she moves, and how she slinks around quickly and unexpected, reminds me of a fox.

  I unbutton my coat and shrug it off, laying against the hay. Rolling up my shirt sleeves, I click my tongue. “I’m going to find you. And when I do, you’re going to be in trouble.” I kick an old stick out of the way, listening for any sign of movement.

  I hear giggling and spin around, stomping in that direction. I peek over one of the barrels, but the space is empty. Quick little fox. “You take me by surprise, Rosie.” Ah, just to say her name and feel it roll off my tongue makes my cock hard.

  My head snaps to the left when I hear wood creaking, from the sound of footsteps. I decide to take my time, let her think I don’t know where she is. I put one foot in front of the other and start unbuttoning my shirt, sweating from the humidity in the barn. I drop it on the floor and hear an intake of air.

  A cocky grin lights up my face, but she can’t see it. I make sure to keep it hidden. “I thought you were a shy, docile creature, but in fact, you are quite the opposite.” I run my finger over the hay, feeling it scratch my finger. “You are exhilarating.”

  Another groan of the wood echoes and I lift my brow, wondering what her angle is. I keep in the direction I’m going, noticing she is staying on the left side of the barn. Slinking around the tractor, I run my hands over the old, rusted engine. I wipe my hands, getting the rust off. I can’t see anything anymore since I’m so far away from the flashlight but being in the dark heightens my senses. I smell the mildew of water and rotted wood, and I listen to the way the wind hisses as it comes from in between the cracks of the barn frame. The hairs on my arm stand up when it feels someone close.

  I continue walking, and right as the wood behind me groans, I stop, knowing she can’t see me. She runs right into me, ruining her plan of attack. I turn and grab her around the waist, hauling back toward the light so I can see her.

  “Ah! Put me down!” She giggles, smacking my lower back.

  “Never,” I say. “You know, for a little fox, you don’t know how to hunt your prey.”

  “I didn’t know I was hunting. I thought I was taunting.”

  “You are more than meets the eye; you know that?” I set her down, closer to the entrance, and twirl her in my arms like I did the night we met. Except this time, she has a smudge of dirt on her cheek from sneaking around in this old pile of wood.

  “Only eyes I care about are yours.” She places her hands on my bare chest and moves her eyes down from my face, staring at my chest.

  I flex, peacocking a bit as her hands travel down my abdomen, dipping in the ridges of my six-pack. Her breath shakes as she explores me, her eyes widening when her fingers fall into the crevice of my hips. I tilt my head back, enjoying how she touches me. My breaths come shallow as she explores my body, tickling my biceps with her fingers like a feather. Goosebumps rise on my skin.

  My cock pulses heavily in my pants, my sack tightening to my body with every inch of me she explores. A bead of pre-come leaks from my engorged, aching dick, wetting the front of my pants from the sieve my shaft has become.

  “You’re beautiful,” she whispers as if she doesn’t mean to say it out loud.

  I grab her hands with her wrists, pulling her close to me so she
can feel what she does, rubbing my cock against her thigh. “You have no idea,” I grit back, telling her with one look that the one that is beautiful here is her, shattering my control with her touch.

  “I’m glad you approve.” My voice shakes as I speak.

  Her hand goes to my belt, running her index finger along the waistband. “I need to tell you something,” she says.

  “You can tell me anything.” I can tell she is nervous by how she swallows and stops touching me. She’s losing her courage. I place my hand under her chin, tilting her head up to look at me. “Really. You can tell me anything. We don’t have to do anything. I’m just glad you’re here. It’s like my life is finally complete. I didn’t know it could be a permanent feeling. I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t believe neither of us noticed it sooner,” I say, laughing how she was in front of me the entire time—I knew deep down how I knew her, but at the same time, I didn’t.

  “I know what you mean, but I’m afraid whatever I have to tell you will make you think differently of me, Luca.”

  “Nothing would ever make me think differently of you, my little fox.” I rub my thumb over her cheek, getting the smudge of dirt off.

  “I’m a virgin,” she whispers, so softly that if I wasn’t watching her lips, I would have no idea what she just said.

  I blink a few times, shocked being an understatement, but more so, an excessive amount of possession takes over my body. I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life. I growl, picking her up by her ass and slamming her against one of the hay bales, rubbing my cock against her cotton-covered pussy. I put my lips against hers and whisper, “You have no idea what that does to me, to know I’ll be your first, and your last.”

  She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow, greedy for all her noises. “I’m pretty sure I can feel what it does to you. It doesn’t bother you?” She clutches the hair at the base of my neck.

  “Fuck no.” My chest rumbles, fighting to not tear her dress off and take her against the hay. My forehead drops to her shoulder, and I try to calm myself. Her hot, wet heat is right there. All it will take is the snap of my belt, the yank of my cock, the slide of her panties, and a good, hard thrust, and I’ll be seated inside her.

  Much to my dismay, I put her down and take a step back, and her whimper nearly destroys me. “You’re not ready.”

  She takes a step forward and grabs the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head to reveal miles of silky cream skin. This time, it’s my turn to whimper. Everything I want. Everything I desire. Everything I’ve jacked myself off to the last few months is right here, standing in purple-lace, matching underwear sets.

  A virgin? This is how virgins dress?

  “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you I’m ready,” she says, sauntering over to me and adding a sway to her hips. They are perfect. They flare out with the perfect curve. Her waist has the perfect dip for my hands, and her breasts have just the right amount of bounce.

  My control is slipping. “You deserve better than a romp in an old barn.”

  “I don’t care where it’s at as long as it is with you.”

  “I care,” I say weakly, my defense crumbling into a useless pile at my feet.

  “You don’t want me?” she asks, losing her steam and confidence. The wind comes out of her sails, and she wraps her arms around her body, trying to make herself look small, trying to disappear into the background.

  What she doesn’t know is that she can never do that with me. No matter where she is, and no matter what she does or wears, I’ll always see her. I take two strides toward her and grab her hand, placing it on my cock, making her get a good handful. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”

  “Then why?” She doesn’t meet my eyes, her body trembling either from being cold or being embarrassed.

  I move her hand to my chest, feeling like a complete asshole for making her feel unwanted. “I just think you deserve better than an old barn, like a bed.”

  “In a house full of people? At least here, we’re alone. No one can bother us here.”

  She isn’t wrong, but she is rushing this. We finally have each other. We can get to know each other. Even when she leaves to go back to the States, nothing can keep me away from her. I’ll fly there or bring her here. I’ll give her anything and everything, so she never wants to leave me again. “Why are you in such a hurry? We have all the time in the world.”

  “That’s not true, Luca. I’ve been apart from you for three months. And that is time we lost. I’ve dreamed of this. I dreamed of you every night. I don’t want to wait any longer—I’ve waited long enough. Take me, Luca.”

  Her whispered plea breaks me. My resolve breaks into a million pieces, melting into the floor of the barn. I grab my jacket and place it on the ground along with her dress. In a swift move, I wrap one arm around her and twist our bodies until we are lying on the floor, her dark hair fanning out, falling across the straw sprinkled on the ground. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you, Rosie.”

  If someone told me three months ago that this is where I’d be in three months, I wouldn’t have believed them. Wanting her all this time has been like a craving I couldn’t satiate. The dreams started to not be enough. The craving turned into a deep hunger. I was starved for her, and the longer I went without her, the hungrier I became.

  I stare down at her beautiful face, and she licks her lips, igniting my hunger for her. She spreads her legs, inviting me in, and I can’t say no. I place my lips against hers, settling my cock over her pussy, rutting against it like a horny teenager, and letting our bodies speak for themselves.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rosie

  I arch my back into his body, needing to be as close to him as possible. He makes love to my mouth, diving his tongue in expertly, twisting and turning at all the right moments. His hands leave my face and travel down my neck, and chest, until his fingers curl into the cups of my bra, yanking them down. My breasts spill out, and I gasp from the air hitting my sensitive nipples.

  “So fucking perfect.” He pinches the hard beads between his fingers, rolling them and tugging. I whimper from the assault. I’ve never had them played with before. Wow, so sensitive. I bite my lip, tilting my head back and spreading my arms out, slapping them against the ground. My hands curl into the stray straw, clutching onto it for dear life.

  He keeps one hand on my left breast and trails the other hand down my ribcage, playing with the hem of my panties. “I didn’t know virgins wore such things.”

  “I always had hope I wouldn’t be a virgin forever, so I stayed prepared,” I joke, but it doesn’t make him laugh. If anything, the heat in his eyes turns a little cold and hard.

  His hand lies against my throat and adds a bit of pressure. He leans forward, nose to nose. “No other man will ever get to see you in this. No other man was meant to. You’re mine, Rosie.” He dips a hand under my panties and cups my aching, quivering slit. He moves his lips to my ear. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

  He moves his finger ever so slightly over my pussy, barely adding any pressure. He strokes over my essence, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as he explores my unknown territory. “Yours, Luca. Only yours.”

  “Good girl.” He dips his finger into my virgin hole, and I clench, the intrusion uncomfortable. “Relax,” he croons, slipping his finger out and going to the sensitive pearl, but he bypasses it, bringing his finger to his mouth. He sucks the digit in and groans. “You really are my sweet one. My sweet little fox. You taste so good. I might need more.” He gives me a quick, passionate kiss with a spear of his tongue before breaking it and descending down my body.

  A kiss.

  A nip.

  A suck.

  And he is pulling my panties down my thighs and stuffing them in his pants pocket. “Luca,” I moan impatiently.

  “I just want a taste,” he says, placing a kiss on the trimmed patch of my bush.

  “You can later. I need
you now.” I try to grab his arms to get him above me, but he is stronger and stays exactly where he is at.

  “You’ll get me when I say.” He spreads my legs wide, opening me up for his attack. “Just a little lick,” he growls, hiding his face to the point I can longer see his eyes.

  The first swipe of his tongue yanks a cry out of my mouth.

  “Fuck, you taste even better right from the source, my sweet.”

  My hands grip his hair and shove him farther into my pussy, needing more of whatever he just did. He swipes his tongue again and latches onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth, nibbling on the bundle of nerves. The pain and pleasure mixing are enough to render my body completely useless as I orgasm.

  He drinks me down, grunting and moaning, the vibrations of his sounds tickling my oversensitive clit. I’m gasping, writhing, barely able to breathe. I’m afraid I’m about to die from lack of oxygen when he rips his mouth off me. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to get the shiny nectar off his lips and unsnaps his belt. The whip of it as he pulls it from the loops—it hits me that this is really happening.

  Next is the button, and then the zipper lowering, causing my legs to tremble with anticipation. He kicks off his pants and boxers. When he sits up on his knees, I see his cock for the first time, and my eyes get wide. My lungs cease to work. He is huge. He might be a prince, but he is hung like a king.

  “That’s not going to fit.”

  He slides his body over mine, his cock settling right where it belongs. “I will fit. There will be discomfort, but I’ll fit.”

  I swallow down my nerves, fighting the tinge of fear. “How do you know?”

  He cups my face again, kissing me, and I taste myself on him. “Because you were made for me.”