Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Just breathe, Kaden. Just breathe.

  105

  Brittney

  A severe-looking woman escorts me inside of Kaden’s office, and pointedly says to Kaden, “Don’t forget the meeting at eleven,” before closing the door behind her. I’m thinking she doesn’t approve of me, although I’m not sure why. Does she blame me for Kaden spending the weekend in jail? It wasn’t exactly like I asked him to break the cop’s windshield or something.

  Speaking of, I really have no idea why he did that. Turning to Kaden, who is relaxing in his chair behind his desk, I decide I’m going to ask him point blank. There’s no point in me beating around the bush. Right? Right. Before I can start in on my interrogation, though, he preempts me.

  “Hi, I’m Kaden Charles,” he says, coming around the corner of the desk, his tall, muscular form towering over me as he reaches out to shake my hand.

  “Hi…hi,” I stutter. “Britt…Brittney Bartlett.” I sound like an idiot, but being up close and personal to Kaden, I am pretty much completely incapable of speaking. We clasp hands and jolts run up my arm, setting me on fire.

  Holy shit!

  I stare, open-mouthed, up at him. I probably resemble some sort of goldfish, my mouth gaping and then closing rhythmically, but hot damn if I can do a thing about it.

  He pulls his hand back, tucking them into his slacks as he leans against the desk, and I find that I can breathe a little easier now. Note to self: Don’t touch him and also expect to be able to talk.

  “So what brings you to my office?” he asks casually. How can he be so cool? So casual? Is this a one-sided electrical storm that I’m experiencing here?!

  “I just wanted to thank you…I just wanted to know…I need to ask – did you break that cop’s windshield to help me out?” I finally sputter out.

  I know it sounds awfully prideful of me to think that someone would break the law just to help me out, but nothing else makes sense. Kaden Charles wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to hop in and out of the clink on a regular basis.

  “Eh,” he says, shrugging. “I was bored. His windshield was right there. I didn’t have anything better to do, so I just picked up a rock and shucked it. The waving and blowing a kiss was just for fun.” He grins mischievously at me.

  “Really?” I just stare at him, totally perplexed. Okay, so maybe I am starting to get a little big for my britches, because I really thought that he’d done it on purpose. Well, on purpose to help me out.

  To know that he’s the kind of person who goes around smashing windshields because they’re bored? Like, what kind of a loser does that? I know, I know, I was peeing on a pile of napkins in a back alley at four in the morning, and thus, I really shouldn’t be judging anyone right now, but c’mon. That was the most law-breaky thing that I think I’ve ever done in my life. For fuck’s sakes, I even turn in my library books on time!

  Bottomline? As drop-dead sexy as Kaden Charles is, we don’t have a damn thing in common with each other. Which sucks ass, ‘cause if I feel that many sparks just by shaking his hand, imagine what I’d feel if his hand was on my pussy…

  But, whatevs. I’m not about to start hanging around a criminal, no matter what he does to my ability to breathe.

  Stiffly, I say, “Well, thanks for the inadvertent help, then. Good day.” I turn away and head for the door.

  “Wait! Stop!” he calls out.

  “You’ve got an 11 o’clock appointment,” I remind him without turning around. I can’t bear to look at him again. How could my hormones be that off? If I look at him, I just might give in and say, “Okay, blowjobs for everyone!”

  “Brittney, I’m sorry!” He reaches out and touches my shoulder, sending shocks down my arm and back.

  Dammit! Why oh why do I have to feel this way about a common criminal?! At least on my side, the sparks are so huge, we’re in imminent danger of starting a wildfire in Oklahoma. I cannot believe that my body would betray me like this.

  Bad Brittney, bad!

  “I was trying to play it cool,” he says, his hand still on my shoulder. He’s stroking it lightly with his thumb, sending jolts through my body. “I just didn’t want to seem too eager. The truth is, I was kind of stalking you.”

  Okay, that got my attention. I turned around and stared up, up, up at him (WHO MAKES PEOPLE THIS TALL?!) and glare. “You what?!” I gasp. I mean, if I’m going to have a stalker, Kaden is defs the one I’d pick, but still…I can’t believe he said that.

  “I watched you out on the dance floor – you’re amazing, by the way. When you dance, you’re just gorgeous. I was just about to ask you to dance when the club finally shut down for the night, kicking us all out. I heard the…uhhh…pee discussion—” okay, my face is flaming red right now, “—and so when the cop spotted you guys, I knew you were going to get in trouble. I didn’t know what to do, so I just reacted. I grabbed a loose brick on the ground and shucked it as hard as I could at the windshield.”

  He shrugs. “I didn’t realize at the time that I’d spend the weekend in jail, but it was worth it, because you’re here in my office. I thought I was going to have to haunt the club for the next month, hoping to see you.”

  “Really?” I breathe, staring up at him. I’m in shock. I mean, I thought he’d done it to help me, but hearing it was different. Hearing it made it real.

  “I’d planned on stopping by on the way home and slipping a hundred to the bartender to keep an eye out for you and call me if you showed up again.”

  “Really???” Okay, so I know that I wasn’t all excited about being stalked by him like five minutes ago, but hearing that he was willing to pay $100 just to be told the next time I showed up at a nightclub was…flattering.

  My heart is running like a triphammer and I’m back to feeling the sparks. ALL the sparks. We’re probably the cause of wildfires burning in the wilds of Idaho right now.

  “Yeah, really,” he says quietly, smoothing my hair back. “Truth is, I’ve never been in jail before. I’ve never broken the windshield of a cop car before. I even turn in my library books on time.”

  “Now wait a minute!” I say, putting my hands on my hips and just staring at him. “Are you seriously trying to tell me that you check out books from the library??”

  “My mom was a librarian and I grew up playing in the stacks,” he says with a modest shrug of the shoulders. “They are the great equalizers in our society. Everyone can afford a library card. I don…I help the New York Library system out as I can.”

  I am just sure he had been about to say “donate.” I’m suddenly really curious if he donates anonymously or if he puts his name on every donation plaque in the building. Somehow, I’m guessing it’s the former.

  “Wow,” I breathe, reaching up and smoothing his hair back. Turnabout is fair play and all that. “It sounds like the New York Library system is lucky to have you around.”

  “Well, I don’t know about that,” he says, looking uncomfortable. I’m now willing to bet next year’s income on the fact that he’s making every donation anonymously.

  “I think that this sort of thing should be rewarded,” I say with a lascivious smile.

  “Oh you do, do you?” His breathing is suddenly a little unsteady and I silently celebrate my victory. After the havoc that he’s been playing with my stomach and the twerking butterflies that have taken up residence there, it’s about time I pay him back in kind.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  I risk a glance downwards and find that Mr. Kaden Charles, Boy Wonder, is sporting a hard-on that would probably be visible from space. God, he looks massive. Suddenly, I wonder if I’m even going to be able to do it – get my mouth wrapped around his cock.

  Only one way to know for sure, right?

  I drop to my knees in front of him, and unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants. His hiss of breath tells me what I want to know – he wants it as much as I do.

  Time to give him what he wants. I think after all he’s done, he deserves it, right?
r />   Right.

  I pull his boxer-briefs down and stare in disbelief at the largest dick I’ve ever seen.

  106

  Brittney

  Kaden's huge cock on display in front of me...my very first reaction is to lick my lips. But my second reaction definitely involves my heart skipping a beat.

  I have never seen a cock that big before. I didn't know they made them as wide and long as that monster.

  The blowjob thing isn't so much a joke anymore to me. I really want to blow him! Putting that cock in my mouth and doing a decent job on it starts to feel like not just my duty as a gracious gal showing how thankful I am, but it is like a challenge to my very capabilities as a grown woman who prides herself on being good in bed.

  Now, you have to understand, I'm as sex positive as the next girl.

  Okay, scratch that, I'm actually sex positive. I'm not one those girls that hates her own pussy and rarely orgasms. Like, I take care of myself and when I'm going to sleep with someone, they're going to take care of me, okay?

  Like blowjobs aren't exactly the first choice option on my mind for sexual activity, no matter how much I like hot dogs more than tacos, I prefer the hot dog in the taco? Okay, that's gross.

  I just want you to know how wild it is that I'm craving, craving that footlong special he's wielding right now. Wielding, yes, like a fucking weapon because that massive cock has my eyes widening to their limits. My mouth is watering. I want to tackle this monster. I am going to suck that cock so good, or die trying. Seriously, I'm willing right now to take the risk and choke myself on that big bad Wonder Willy.

  I giggle. Wonder Willy? That's so silly. That's not a silly dick, even if it is perhaps a novelty size. But this is all business.

  I'm so nervous...but, shit, I should not be laughing when the man I am trying to provide a Thank You Blowjob has just shown me his massive man meat. Seriously, I can't return my eyes to their normal sizes and now I'm giggling stupidly.

  "Oh, no, I'm not laughing at," I start stammering. "I'm just a tad delirious on dick right now," I offer by way as explanation. I turn my head away from him an grimace. Dear lord, did I just say that? Maybe the next time I'm at the library, I'll find a thesaurus and think of better things to say when expressing myself. Or I'll consult the dictionary first. I think I can be safe going to the library without running into him. I mean, otherwise I might point at his gorgeous face and laugh or something.

  "Don't you think you should get to know him before you laugh at him?" Kaden says. The grin that spreads over his face could spread my thighs in an instant. I want to do the splits right on that pretty face. But, I was already giving him a thank you blowjob, and this is so not about me. I have to make up for laughing at that cock now! I have to suck it so good...

  Okay, my watering mouth tells brain to shut up.

  "I have every intention of doing just that," I say, doing my best to sound cool and collected and not like a grown woman that laughs at huge dicks.

  I am not playing around here. I may not be literally rolling up my sleeves, but that's basically what's happening here. You would be rolling up your sleeves, psyching yourself up, and dropping to your knees, too, if you saw the big meaty offering before me. It is the longest, thickest pole I've ever decided to climb. The purple head is calling to me, the veins I can see are letting me know that this cock is no joke! I swish some spit around on my tongue and prepare to put the massive head in, get myself acquainted with it and psyche myself up for swallowing it and, well, swallowing what's going to come out of it. Because, damn, you just know that a cock like that with even sizable balls to match is not going to be a teaspoon of cum. We're talking bottoms up, shot glass down the throat. So, as I said, blowjobs may not always be the sexiest thing in the world, but I can't deny that there's heat pooling my belly thinking about licking that cock up and down and then sucking it hard as I can in my mouth. I want to make him reconsider everything he knows about suction after I suck him off.

  Kaden looks me in the eyes, and those beautiful orbs are pouring piping hot lust down my throat. Someone get a squeegee to get me off this floor, good grief! "Actually," he says, tucking a finger under my chin. "Why don't you take off all of your clothes, lie back on my desk, and take me so deep it blows both our minds. I have a feeling that if you two dance slow to get nice and acquainted, we'll both enjoy the ride." He's so fucking charming that his invitation to get murdered by his cock down my throat? Sure, I'll take him up on that offer.

  "What makes you think I'll take off all my clothes?" I can't help myself, I can't just strip naked without some teasing. I don't want him to think I am easy just because I am going to completely strip down and make sure I leave a good ass print on that fancy desk. "A blowjob is one thing," I say, narrowing my eyes at him and then raising an eyebrow.

  Kaden steps closer to me, undoing his cuffs. He pulls off his jacket. Then his shirt, doing it that way that makes the pecs and biceps flex so good you want to throw your panties at the man who does it? Kaden is a thousand times hotter than any man I've ever seen. He goes for the belt and my eyes are rolling back in my head. He kneels down to take off his shoes, then socks. The pants come off. The underwear slide down, making that monster cock do a little bouncy sproing as he pulls down the boxer briefs.

  "I think," Kaden closes the distance between us and presses his forehead to mine. "You want to take off your clothes and let my touch your body while you suck my cock. I even took mine off, that's fair, isn't it?" His hands cup my ass and squeeze tight.

  I think I might faint. Oh god. Nothing about this is fair. I am going to explode. My hands are trembling. He releases my ass and steps back. I do my best to take off my clothes. I know I can't possibly have the grace he did unwrapping himself like the present he fucking is, but, hey, I'm working with some good parts. That has to count for something. When I pull my last drop of clothing off -- and just so we're clear, I took off the shirt, the bra, the pants, the panties, but I left the heels on -- Kaden's eyes take me in and something wild sparks in them. He takes both of his massive arms and swipes every last thing off of his desk. It all shatters to the floor, making a massive mess. But do I pay any real attention to that?

  Hell no.

  Kaden swoops me up in his arms and lays me on his desk. My ass and back are on the desk. He spreads my thighs wide and my head is hanging off the desk. The deeper to take you with, my dear. I know this trick. Much smaller guys have had a deepthroat in this position, and it was a challenge. But I have never wanted to take a cock -- in my mouth -- like I want to swallow Kaden up right now.

  I extend my tongue and look up at him. He's stroking the full length in his fist and I gulp a little. Good god, how am I going to take that whole thing?

  Kaden's other hand makes its way to my breast, fingers softly trailing at a maddeningly slow pace. There's just enough pressure in his touch that it is more than a gentle tickle, but not quite enough that he's full touching me. His fingers roam and Kaden starts drawing soft circles around one of my nipples.

  I practically purr at his touch. The closer he gets to my nipple that's aching for him, the more I want to arch into his hand and start begging him to touch me more. I'm so eager for his fingers to just brush over my nipple I feel like I might explode if they don't. Okay, so death by horniness might help death by cock. I'm about to find out. Or at least I'm about to die waiting to find out, and I need to gather my composure enough to start working the massive cock before me.

  Dropping the head onto my tongue, I finally taste Kaden's cock, salty pre-cum making the purple head slick in my mouth. My lips caress the very tip of the head in soft kisses. Then I take my tongue and lap on the sensitive underside. Taking the full head in my mouth, I make sure my suction is as tight as possible for maximum effectiveness. I suck hard on just the head, sucking him with an intensity that pumps his dick before my hands even get there. I focus on my breathing and my suction and I've got this blowjob by the balls.

  Okay, you know what I mea
n. Not that I won't give those balls a good tug when I start taking him deeper. I'm sucking his cock so hard it could almost be too hard, and that's a good thing. I have to meet this challenge with everything I have! Nothing says thank you like throwing yourself on the sword. In middle school we called in the pork sword, but this is more like the Kobe beef or fancy steak of cock. The Excalibur of swords.

  Kaden captures the nipple he's been teasing between his fingers and so gently teases it between his fingertips. The connection of his fingers to my nipples is like setting off dominos of lust in me. I moan a little on his cock, being careful to keep my suction and keep pumping hard, fast, with everything I have.

  He runs his other palm up from just above my pussy to between my breasts. The slow trail makes me sigh, the way he touches me like teasing with its own payoff. I'm the kind of girl that generally doesn't like to be teased, but the rising tension within me is enjoyable. My pulse is racing, my face is getting flush. My eyes are rolling back behind my closed eyelids. Kaden's hands know exactly what they're doing and I'm ready to take the ride wherever it goes.

  My back arches in time with his movements on my body, hypersensitive and responding to his every touch. When he touches me I feel like I am going to explode, the building heat in my belly spreading through my body and coming to a boil within me. It is almost like Kaden knows the dynamite he's set off within me and he's letting the fuse go over with a deliriously slow burn. If he is, that's just even sweeter nectar to my arousal. I have never felt more turned on than I do right now, and he's not even fucking me. Kaden's hands on me are better than anyone I've ever fucked, anyway. It really says something about a man that he can touch you and that makes you feel wetter than any actual other dick has. I might swoon here in a minute, if I wasn't so focused on priming the pump and getting this cock ready for me to take it.