The Prince and I

by R. S. Lively

  She is dripping and aching, just how I like her. My cock rubs against the bed, humping it, trying to get some type of friction to relieve the ache in my shaft. I groan as I make love to her pussy and slowly fuck the bed. I make love to her slit, lapping and licking at it like it’s my destiny to only pleasure her.

  “Yes, Luca,” she rasps, clutching the sheets until her knuckles turn white.

  I nip her clit.

  “Yes!” she whines. A gush of fluid rushes into my mouth, and that’s how I know she is close.

  “Luca!” she screams, grabbing the pillow to muffle her shouts of pleasure. I hate that she does that. She doesn’t feel comfortable doing it in a house where everyone can hear everything. I can’t wait until we are back home in Belgium, hidden away in the depths of the castle where no one can hear us.

  I rip my mouth off of her and shove a finger deep inside until I’m at my knuckle. I keep it there. I don’t pull it out, and I don’t give her friction. I just curl my finger, rubbing that spongy spot inside. Tearing my gaze away from her beautiful flower, I trail my eyes up her bare body and see her staring down at me with a flushed face. “Luca,” she taps my arm to tell me to stop.

  Oh, but I’m never stopping.

  “Luca,” she gasps. “Luca!” She tries to breathe while saying my name. “Luca… Luca…” Rosie chants until her muscles clamp around my finger.

  Never wanting to miss a snack, I dive back down, eager to taste the gush. I suck on her folds before diving my tongue in her hole, swirling it around, feeling her orgasm tremble through her body. I scoop the cream with my tongue, swallowing her come with pride. I love that I can make her feel that way. It’s such a turn-on.

  Right as I wipe my mouth with a smirk, she tackles me onto my back and swallows my cock eagerly. She slurps, taking the length quick and messy. There isn’t a rhythm to it, but that’s what I love about it. My sweet little fox wraps her hand around my girth, pumping it, trying to get me off with how fast she is going.

  But I want my come inside her.

  I push her off, taking a look at her shiny wet lips before flipping her over onto her knees. I slap her ass, left, right, left, right, until a red handprint shows on each cheek. I bite my lip with satisfaction knowing that it’s my mark. Mmm, I love it.

  I grip her cheeks and slam home inside the pussy that is made just for me. She takes every inch of me without complaint, without question. Her channel sucks me right in to where I need to be, milking me for all I’m worth.

  Bending over, I bite the shell of her ear. “This pussy feels so good. You were made for me. Say it.” My balls slap against her clit as I thrust in and out. I move one hand around her body, searching for that sensitive pearl between her legs.

  “Yours… all yours.” Her voice is drenched with passion and her skin is soaked in sweat.

  I trail my tongue from the base of her spine to her neck, licking the sweet water off her flesh. I want nothing to go to waste. Everything about her is mine. I’ve never felt so consumed before, so out of reach with love that I almost can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality. But that’s what she is.

  The real-life dream.

  Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake, that I’m not dreaming all this. That fucking into her sweet heat is real, that kissing her is real, that I got her pregnant with my child. The fact that she is going to be swollen from my seed… a guttural sound leaves my throat from the thought, and I hold onto her hips to get better leverage, to fuck her faster.

  “Luca…” Her tongue drawls out my name slowly, telling me she can’t take anymore.

  But she is.

  She will.

  She’s going to.

  So much fucking more.

  I flip her over, never disconnecting from her, and continue my passionate assault. She grabs her breasts, twisting her nipples between her fingers. “Your cock. Your cock is so big, so good. Oh, Luca.” She bites her bottom lip and reaches for me.

  I grab her wrists, pinning them to the side of her head. I want to see her breasts bounce with every thrust I give. The small red beads call to me, practically begging me to taste them. How can I refuse? I take one cherry into my mouth, swirl my tongue around, and move to the other one. She is writhing beneath me, trying to pull her wrists free.

  “Come for me,” I command, and she’d better listen, or I’ll flip her over and spank her some more. “Come for your prince.”

  She gets impossibly wet before shouting so loud the glass flutes next to the bed ring from the noise. I shove my palm over her mouth, silencing her cries of passion. I know how she feels about others hearing her, and honestly, I want to be selfish with them. They are my noises. Mine. They only belong to me.

  Her muscles milk my dick, squeezing me so tight that my orgasm bursts out of me, shooting fast and hard into her womb. I know that if she wasn’t pregnant, tonight she would have been because I pump and shoot into her five, six, seven times, before I collapse, my body still twitching with release.

  I drop my head between her breasts, rising and falling from her chest. Our breaths mingle and the room smells of sex and come. Sweat and humidity fill the air, causing it to feel heavy, but what better air to breathe?

  “It gets better every time,” she says between pants.

  I nod, unable to speak. I kiss her chest and trail a path down her torso until I’m looking at her stomach. It’s still flat. It’s hard to believe a baby is growing in there. I place my hands on it, hoping it can feel me. “I wonder how this happened…” I say, staring at her body in awe.

  “I’m pretty sure we just did it,” she laughs, rubbing my back with her fingers.

  “No, I remember you saying you were on birth control. I’m just trying to figure out how it happened.”

  “Birth control isn’t one hundred percent, plus, with everything going on, I might have missed a day. Why? Does this bother you?”

  “Are you kidding? I couldn’t be happier. Now, you’re all mine.” I kiss her navel.

  “Caveman.”

  “Damn right.” My cock twitches again, preparing for another round, when a knock at the pulls us away from our lust.

  “Maybe they will go away if we don’t say anything,” she whispers.

  “I know you’re in there! I just heard you two going at it for an hour. Do you guys ever stop?” Jesse yells through the door. “It’s your mom, Luca. She’s awake.”

  “She’s awake?” I repeat in disbelief.

  “Yep, and guess what? No deficits yet.”

  I roll out of bed, grabbing my pants from the floor, except my foot doesn’t even go into the leg of the jeans. “What the hell?”

  “Those are mine. I don’t think you’d be able to fit in them.” She holds out her hand, and I toss them to her. Where are my pants?

  “I bet I’d look great in them if I could.”

  She snorts, I guess from imagining me fitting into her tight clothes. “I bet you would.”

  I get on all fours and look under the bed. “Bingo.” I don’t know how they got there, but I won’t question it. It means a job well done in my opinion. “Come on, my sweet, we have to hurry. I want to see her.” I don’t comment how my father called Jesse to tell him the news and not me.

  It’s childish. We still haven’t spoken, and I’ve been to see my mother every single day. He won’t even look at me. I bet it nearly killed him to pick up the phone to let Jesse know how my mother is doing. It makes me furious, but I’ll deal with it later—right now, I need to go give Dr. Jackson and his wife whatever the hell they want in life because this is a miracle. I get to keep my mother for many more years.

  She will get to see her grandchild.

  I have such a wonderful future ahead of me. I throw on a plain grey shirt and open the door, only to have Rosie squeal and hide under the covers.

  “My eyes! Oh god, my eyes!” Jesse covers his face with his hands. “They burn. It hurts.” He falls to his knees in a dramatic fashion, and I roll my e
yes. He saw his sister’s boobs, big deal.

  “I happen to think her breasts are fantastic,” I say as a matter of fact.

  “Ew, don’t tell me that. My sister doesn’t have sex. It’s gross.” He spins around and runs down the stairs, vanishing right before my eyes.

  “He saw me naked!” she squeaks.

  “He saw your boobs, that hardly qualifies as seeing you in the buff.”

  “Still. I don’t want to see him… you know.” She gags like the idea of him having pleasure is sickening.

  “Wouldn’t you be happy for him to find someone to share that with? Pleasure is a part of life. It’s beautiful.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t want to know about it. He will always be a virgin in my eyes.”

  “Well, that’s just silly. You Americans are so uptight.”

  “You just saw how not uptight I really am.”

  I nod, stuffing my hands in my pockets. “So did Jesse.”

  “Oh!” She launches her jeans at me, and I block them with the door, laughing as I run down the stairs.

  Today is going to be an amazing day.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Rosie

  It’s been a week since Caroline’s surgery, and she’s doing really well. Right now, I’m currently on my way to see her with Dad’s will. I don’t think anything can be done, but Caroline thinks she can really make a difference for me, and with a baby on the way, I want to make sure we have everything we need. Luckily, I always travel with the folder of important documents because in my experience, you never know what can happen—good thing I got into that habit, because it is coming in handy right now.

  Not that I need money, not with Luca. He will never let me go without. But I want what is supposed to be mine. If Tabitha stole from me, then I want to ruin her. The stress thinking about the situation makes my stomach roll. The nurse wasn’t kidding about the vomiting. I do it all day and night. I don’t know how I’m going to get fluids in me if I can’t keep them down.

  “Find everything? Are you sure we don’t need to go to NYC?” Luca asks, standing in the doorway as I come down the steps.

  “Yeah, it’s fine. I told you. I carry everything with me.”

  “It’s interesting that you do that.”

  “It’s a good thing I do, or we would be on another plane ride, and I don’t think I can deal with that right now.” I press my hand to my stomach, wincing when the thought of throwing up actually makes me want to throw up. I just want to sit down. No, I want to lie down, forever. The more I move, the worse it gets.

  “When we get back to the hospital, we will have Michael check you out. Maybe give you a higher dose of medication or fluids.”

  “Fluids would be nice.”

  He helps me to the car, and before I know it, we are speeding down the highway. The car ride is a bit rough. With every turn, stop, and bump that we hit, I feel like throwing up. I roll down the window to get some fresh air, and the cool Montana breeze helps ease the flipping sensations in my stomach.

  I take a deep breath and lean my head against my window. My hair flies all over the place, and I know by the time we park, it’s going to look like a rat’s nest. I close my eyes, enjoying the peace a little too much because we are pulling into the familiar parking lot of the hospital. Grey clouds form over the large building, carrying rain. The sun is fighting to stay out, but the clouds are more powerful, and they are moving quick. I can see them moving toward us, taking over the sky.

  A few raindrops splatter against the windshield, telling us we need to hurry, or we will get poured on. He runs around the side of the car, opening the door for me like a true gentleman. I love that he does it, every single time. He holds out his hand, and I slip my palm into his, ready for him to whisk me away.

  And he does.

  Straight to the hospital doors.

  Right as we step foot inside, thunder rolls in the sky, reminding me of what my dad used to say. “It’s just the gods bowling. And Zeus always wins.” I stare out into the pouring rain, listening to the loud rumble of the thunder above. Zeus really must be kicking ass.

  I don’t actually believe it, but it is a nice thought.

  He pulls me when he realizes I’m not following, and as much as we want to run to Caroline’s room, we don’t because of my stomach. Everything affects it right now. The smell of the sterile hospital actually makes my stomach ease. “Weirdo,” I say to the little bean growing inside me.

  I’ll take any relief I can get though.

  “Mr. Addington, it’s good to see you again.” Dr. Jackson holds out his hand, but Luca bypasses it. He does something extremely out of his nature and pulls the man in for a hug. “Oh,” the doctor says, a little shocked.

  I hide my smile behind my hand, knowing that this is a rare occasion. No other person would ever get a hug from the prince himself. “Thank you, Dr. Jackson. Thank you so much. You and your wife are too kind. You are welcome to Belgium anytime. Always, whenever you want. Cost is nothing. You can stay at the castle. Whatever you want. It’s yours.”

  “Mr. Prince, that is a very generous offer, but I can’t ask that of you.”

  “Are you kidding? Look what I asked of you? This is the least I can do.”

  I can tell the doctor wants to jump on it. He wants to run with it. “I was doing my job, Mr. Prince.”

  “Please, either Luca, Prince, or Mr. Addington.”

  “Mr. Addington, I appreciate the offer, but I can’t take that from you. It wouldn’t be right.”

  “I would be insulted if you didn’t take it.”

  Dr. Jackson looks stunned for a minute before rolling his eyes. “You royals sure are something else. Alright, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

  “Wicked,” Luca tries to say, and I can’t stop the giggle that works its way out of my mouth.

  He turns to me, so innocent-looking. “I said it right, oui?”

  “Oui,” I reply, taking this wonderful man’s hand in mine. “You just sound so adorable.”

  “I am not adorable. I am a prince.”

  “Don’t speak slang. We can’t do that as adults. Heads up. If you want to be ‘cool’ with them. It’s weird.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. I expect to see you soon. Maybe for the baby shower?” Luca wraps his arms around my waist, placing a hand on top of the little bean.

  The smile that takes over Dr. Jackson’s face is for photography. It’s so genuine. “Congrats on the royal baby.” He bows.

  “Do you have anything to help with hyperemesis gravidarum?” I ask, rubbing my belly when it starts to warn me again. I have about ten minutes before I’m finding the nearest bathroom.

  His eyes go from happy to worrisome. “I’m sorry. The only thing that can help is fluids and nausea medication. That’s rough. I’m sorry to hear that. I can hook you up to some fluids if you like. You look a bit pale.”

  “Please. I can’t even keep water down.”

  “Can you administer it in my mother’s room?”

  “Absolutely. Your mother’s case seems to have launched my career even more. No one knows it was her, but I already did a PowerPoint and presentation on it. Now, I’m getting calls left and right about inoperable tumors. I want to say yes, but I know I can’t save everyone. Your mother was lucky.”

  “No. It is skill that saved her. Anyone else would have killed her,” Luca says. “We have to get going, but it is good seeing you, Dr. Jackson.”

  “I’ll be in later to check on your mom. She should be good to travel soon.”

  “You mean we get to go home? Already?” I ask, excited to get back to Belgium. America hasn’t felt like home in a really long time. I still need to go to NYC to get all my things, but I can work that out later. Even though I only have another week before rent is due, and if I don’t have in on time, I’m sure all of my things and Jesse’s will be out on the curb. That’s something I’m going to need to talk to Luca about ASAP.

  After saying bye to the doctor, we finally get t
o his mother’s room. Her and the king are laughing, playing a card game. They are speaking French, so I can’t understand what they are saying, but I can understand the tone, and they are flirting.

  Damn, I hope after thirty-five years with Luca, we still flirt. That’s impressive.

  “Mother.” Luca runs over to her and gives her a big bear hug, careful not to hurt her though. “I’m so glad you are okay.” His face turns red, and when we lock eyes, I notice his watering.

  Luca isn’t an emotional man, but he is when it comes to his mom, and I think it is adorable. I love how much he loves her.

  “Thanks to you and Rosie. I’m going to be around for a very long time.”

  “Dr. Jackson did all the work,” Luca says, breaking the hug and sitting down in the chair next to the hospital bed.

  “He is a good doctor. But you know what bothers me the most?”

  “What? Are you okay? Are you having a lot of pain?”

  “Only pain I have is in my ass for the two of you not speaking to each other,” she points at me and my father.

  “Mother, it’s a long story.”

  “It isn’t that long. I know what happened. You don’t even need to tell me. By the time you leave this room, you will make up. Life is too short. Has me being here taught you nothing?” Her attention darts to me. “Rosie, let me see the paperwork. I can’t believe you have it with you. Why do you travel with it?”

  “I guess the only person’s hands I trust it in are my own. It has Dad’s will, my birth certificate, Jesse’s too, social security cards, all that.”

  “Where is he?” she asks.

  “Jesse? He stayed behind. He wanted it to just be family, even though I told him he is, but I think he wanted to stay behind to talk to a girl.”

  “I assume you don’t approve of this girl?”

  “No, not when she has lied to me.” I hand over the folder and the weight of the world falls off my shoulders.