Royal Playboy: The Prince's Choice

by Leila Haven

  The way her breasts were proudly displayed in her bra is glorious. They sit there like two peaks, so ready to be touched and kneaded. My tongue is ready to work them but I only kiss the rounded bumps now.

  “I can’t resist going down her stomach with kisses again. I revel in the way she knows I’m so close to her most intimate area but haven’t touched it yet. I already know she’s wet for me but I’m going to draw it out so the sweet anticipation can build.”

  It was definitely too hot in the room, surely he could feel it too? It wasn’t like we were working up a sweat, we were just lying on the bed.

  “Whether she wears a skirt or pants, it doesn’t matter. I ease them down over the curve of her ass and down her legs. I let my fingers skim across her skin, tracing a winding line down the inside of her thighs. Goosebumps follow my touch. I know she wants to wrap those legs around me and there will be time for that soon,” Rick paused with a devious smile. “I’m not boring you, am I?”

  “No, it’s okay.” My breath hitched in my throat, suddenly breathless. It was probably the warmth still lingering in the air.

  “When she is just in her underwear, that’s when it’s her turn to disrobe me. Her hands are shaking as she rushes to get me naked. She wants the feeling of my skin on hers, and I know just how she feels.

  “She doesn’t stop with my pants, diving straight into removing my underwear. She’s eager to get to my cock, eager to wrap her hands around the hardness and feel what will be inside her soon.

  “I have to remind her that I’m there for her pleasure too. Taking her hands off my cock, I lie her down again. I pull her boobs out of the cups of her bra. My thumb flicks over her hard nipples, making her groan with the wonderful sensation.

  “My mouth is eager and I can’t wait any longer, I take one of those nipples into my mouth and gently suck. My tongue draws circles around her sensitive area and she arches her back so I will take more of her in.

  “I undo her bra and take it off completely, enjoying the way her breasts are free for my hands to grasp. I take the whole, beautiful thing into my hand and gently knead it. She sighs under my touch.”

  My chest was aching for that experience. The way he was talking was reeling me right in, making me feel like he should be doing those things to me.

  I shouldn’t have been thinking like that.

  Definitely not.

  Not on his bed, not while we were alone, and not when he annoyed me so much.

  “After I spend time on her nipples, once more I kiss down her stomach. I get to her panties and kiss her sweet spot through the fabric. She loves the touch, but she wants so much more. My tongue is ready to give it to her, to lick her pussy and suck on her nub.

  “She needs to have the first orgasm of the night. I want to see the look on her face as she’s lost to the exquisite sensation. I will use my mouth to give it to her, holding her ass cheeks in my hands so she can’t wriggle away.

  Without any warning, Rick leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was so sudden that I had no time to react. He was gone again just as quickly.

  He sat up immediately. “Oh, well, I guess I’ll save the rest for the woman who will be my wife.”

  I so badly wanted to hear the end of the story. My body was aching for it, my pussy wet. Somehow I had become lost in his story and my body reacted strongly. I felt like he had left me on that bed, naked and with my legs spread.

  It took a moment to recover.

  And then I was angry.

  He had played me like a fiddle. Rick knew what he was doing to me and he just kept going until I physically wanted him more than the air I breathed.

  “It’s getting late,” he said, like everything was as normal. Like he hadn’t just thrown gas on my body and lit a match.

  I forced myself to sit up, making sure my skirt was still down and my hair wasn’t a mess. I was certain my cheeks were blushing but there was nothing I could do about that until my heart had slowed down and resumed its normal beat.

  “What time is it?” I asked, at least sounding relatively normal.

  “Six.”

  “Six?! I have to get back to the hotel so I can change for dinner.”

  “You’re not going to have time.”

  “Well, I can’t wear this. There’s a dress code for tonight and this isn’t formalwear.” Panic was now cooling me down, as I tried to work out how I would manage to fit it all in without being late. Anna definitely wouldn’t include me on any further guest lists if I showed up like this.

  “There are plenty of dresses here,” Rick said casually. “I can arrange for you to get dressed and then you won’t have to go anywhere.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Why not?”

  I didn’t have any real excuses. It was actually really nice of him to offer, and it would save me a whole lot of stress. “Okay, fine.” I didn’t want to let on how much I appreciated his gesture.

  “Come along, then. You need to get all gussied up for me. Don’t forget about our arrangement.” Rick clicked his fingers. He actually fucking clicked his fingers for me to follow him!

  And I’d let him turn me on?

  Impossible.

  Chapter 6

  Richard

  ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉ ҉

  “You look so handsome,” Mother said as she kissed both my cheeks. “And soon you’ll be married. You’ve grown up so quickly.”

  I didn’t like to remind her that I was thirty-two years old. I’d grown up quite a while ago. “Thank you, Mother. Maybe the lucky woman will be here tonight.”

  “Oh, I do hope so, dear. Do really try.” She left me alone in the room to go speak with Anna, no doubt she would want some updates from the day.

  These social engagements were killing me. I wondered if it would be wrong to just close my eyes, turn around in a circle, and then point randomly at a woman who would be my wife. Any more of these atrocious gatherings and I might very well do that.

  Women were starting to enter the small, intimate room. It held a dining table that could seat thirty with chandeliers sparkling overhead and a few priceless paintings of my relatives lined the walls.

  I did a walk-by of the table. I was to sit at the head of it, as expected. Anna had placed me between a girl named Violet and another called Wendy. They both sounded dull. I found Melody’s place card and switched it with Wendy’s. Anna could scold me later.

  Speaking of the devil, she appeared. “How is it going, sir?”

  “You know I don’t like to be called that. Do we really need to have so many of these parties?”

  Anna didn’t even give me an ounce of sympathy. “This matter is of the utmost importance. I’m sure you can appreciate the need to be swift in this task?”

  My father, of course. How could I possibly forget? The noose of marriage was growing more urgent by the day. It was still difficult to get excited about something that felt like it was choking me.

  I forced on a smile, like I had done my entire life. “And what are your thoughts on the ladies? Any potential matches?”

  “There are a few that seem adequate.”

  “I hear you’ve been interrogating them.”

  She was unable to keep the momentary guilt at keeping this little piece of information from me. “I am using logic to help cut down the list. The more information I have about the ladies, the better I can assist in finding you a match.”

  “What do you think of Melody Parker?”

  “The brown haired girl from the country?” The crinkling of her nose pretty much answered my question. “She seems mildly suitable but does have a good attitude, which is why I invited her tonight. I think that either Violet Proctor or Wendy Lane would be far more suitable. I have placed them both next to you, so please make a proper effort in getting to know each of them better.”

  Hearing that Melody had a good attitude made me laugh. By the time I tuned back into the conversation, Anna was reeling off information about Violet. She sounded like excellent
wife material - for someone else.

  Anna subtly pushed me toward a group of women that started giggling when I joined them. She slipped away before I could protest.

  This was my duty.

  This was what my parents needed.

  If I were to be King, I needed to do this.

  “Ladies, how are you all tonight?”

  “I am perfectly happy, now you’re here,” Blondie said. I’d seen her at the garden party but couldn’t remember anything she said. “This is such a beautiful palace, I bet your room is just as beautiful.”

  “Well, hang around a little longer and I’ll have to take you all on a tour.” They started cackling like hyenas. “But don’t let my mother hear me say that.”

  “Oh, you are so cheeky,” Blondie admonished. “But I plan on taking you up on that offer.”

  “And me,” Blackie added. Thank goodness all these women had a range of hair colors, otherwise I never would have been able to tell them apart.

  “Ladies, there is enough of me to—” My words disappeared as I saw Melody enter the room. She was wearing the red dress I had asked the maids to deliver to her in the guest rooms.

  She didn’t just enter the room.

  She owned it.

  In just that simple movement of taking one step inside, she had dulled everyone else by sparkling like an exquisite diamond.

  And she had no idea she had done it.

  “What exciting plans are waiting for us tomorrow?” Blackie asked.

  “I am as in the dark as you ladies, I’m afraid.” The women all jostled closer, pinning me in so I couldn’t escape. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, if you really want to know anything, ask Anna. That’s what I have to do.”

  They laughed like I’d made the best joke in the world. People tended to do that around me, no matter what I said. I yearned to find some genuine people, those that didn’t care about my title.

  Like Melody.

  I needed to stop thinking about her so much. She had already made it clear she wasn’t interested in me. I was hoping my little story earlier would elicit some kind of reaction but she didn’t say a thing. Maybe our deal was as good as I would get with her. At least she might help me make the decision I needed to.

  We sat down to dinner after a round of drinks. Anna cut me off after one, insisting I needed to keep a clear head. Putting up with all these women sober was a cruel joke.

  As it turned out, Violet was a smiling girl that didn’t speak much. She laughed at everything I said and ate very little. She was as thin as a rake and even though I shoved more food in her direction she never accepted it.

  Melody, on the other hand, had said very little and laughed even less. I leaned her way. “You look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”

  “It’s a beautiful dress, thank you for letting me borrow it,” she replied dutifully.

  “It’s yours to keep.”

  “No, I can’t, it’s too much.”

  “My dear, I’ve already offered you a million dollars, do you really think a five thousand dollar dress is going to make any difference to my allowance?”

  She searched my face, trying to work me out. I was telling the truth, but wasn’t going to waste time trying to convince her.

  “Just accept it and say thank you.”

  “Thank you,” she said sullenly.

  “And I meant it when I said you look beautiful. It’s not the dress, it’s the way you wear it.” We ate in silence for a few moments. Then I stopped beating around the bush. “You still find it dreadful to be near me, don’t you?”

  “I don’t like your type.”

  “The stereotype you have applied to me.”

  Her stunning gray eyes burned as she looked directly at me. “I have seen nothing to the contrary since I’ve been here.”

  She was pissed.

  Somehow I had pissed her off, probably just by breathing.

  She was impossible.

  There were two that could play at that game. “So, Miss Violet. Do tell me all about yourself. I bet you’ve got an amazing story to tell me.”

  Violet giggled.

  Melody scowled.

  All was right with the world.

  I counted down the minutes until the dinner was over. There were still several girls lingering when I decided my time was up. I slipped out to get more wine and never returned.

  My Aston Martin flew out of the garage as quickly as I could make it go. The engine purred with the effort, roaring to get even faster once we cleared the palace grounds. The guards at the gate opened them quickly, already being alerted by the vehicle staff that I was coming and nothing would stop me.

  Gunning it down the open road made it feel like I could breathe again. All the pressure back home was stifling and I needed a release. Melody had been at my side all night, her tits brushing my arm every time she reached for something.

  I was a tightly wound cork and I was going to pop soon. I was hoping to find the release at my favorite club. It was dark, their brandy was good, and nobody would give a rat’s ass that I was the prince. It was a place where names and titles were left at the door, only good looks and good times permitted inside.

  The valet took my keys, knowing not to expect me to pick it up again until the next day. I wasn’t stupid enough to drive drunk, not when the fate of the entire kingdom rested on my shoulders.

  I needed a double shot of brandy.

  Heading directly for the bar, the place was exactly as I’d predicted. Beautiful people gyrated together on the dance floor, their bodies obscenely close for public view. Booths were filled with people imbibing the overpriced liquor.

  There were plenty of faces there I recognized, nobody I really wanted to talk to. I could seek solace in most of the women present, but I was looking for something new and unfamiliar.

  I was trying to get Melody out of my head.

  She wasn’t going to get the best of me. I was the fucking prince of the country, she had no right to cast me aside like I was nothing. I’d tried everything I could to win her over softly and she wasn’t buying any of it.

  It was her loss.

  My problem was that I needed a good fuck, that was all. It had been too long since I’d let loose, and now my frustration was pent up. I didn’t need Melody, I needed a willing cunt. Anyone would do.

  As I surveyed the room, there were plenty of girls that had already noticed my arrival. I received more than one wink and smile to come hither. But they were all just more of the same. Big boobs, big white teeth, big hopes for the evening.

  I wanted something different.

  My brandy was served to me without me needing to order it. At least I could always rely on Marty the Bartender for something that I needed. If he came with a vagina I would have been happy.

  Another three brandies later, and I had another look around the room. Everyone was drunker this time, dancing slower as they started to tire for the night. Everyone was just that bit more desperate – like me.

  The alcohol was doing nothing to quell the ache in my balls. I had to get laid and it had to be tonight. I couldn’t sit through another day of wife parties with a dick this hard. I would be too cranky to last ten minutes in one.

  There. Sitting in a booth by herself was a pretty young thing. She had to be early twenties, caramel skinned, and with hair that reached down to her waist. She was looking my way, definitely interested in a summons to my bed.

  But there was only one way to find out.

  I swaggered over to her, knowing it would be a breeze to get what I wanted. As long as she surrendered her phone so there could be no accidental mementoes of the night, everything would be sweet.

  I reached her booth and leaned in close, making sure nobody else could overhear. “I want to take off your panties and fuck you until tomorrow.”

  Her eyes widened before a Cheshire cat smile traced across her ruby lips. “Please, be my guest.”

  And just like that, she was mine.

  I led her ou
t of the club and into the elevator. I’d sworn the serviced apartment in the building was a good investment and that’s why I bought it. I didn’t like to tell my parents that it was my most-used fuck pad.

  We reached the apartment and I didn’t hesitate in taking what I wanted. My lips collided with the woman’s, pressing her against the wall and pinning her there with my body.

  Her cheeks were flushed when I finally pulled back to catch my breath. “How about a drink first?”