Princely Passions: A Royal Romance

by Alexis Angel

  "Stone!" I whimper out. I don't care how pathetic I sound. I'm shaking, trembling with need. He's holding me still or I might fall over. I have to beg, even though reason would've told me not to. If I beg, he might make me wait longer. But I'm not thinking that right now because I'm driven with the singular need to have his cock back in me.

  Stone looks at me with that smug confidence that melts me and makes me crazy all at once. "I don't want come in that magic fucking pussy yet. Look at what you've already done to my cock," Stone teases me more. I look down his body and see that his gorgeous cock is covered in my creamy arousal. I let go and I pull open the door, even thought I'm sure there are other people in the bathroom. I don't care.

  I'm sucking his cock and I'm not doing it in a stall. Like the handicapped stall might be free but like someone needs that stall for more pressing reasons I'm not getting in their way, you know? I'm grateful that floor in this bathroom is pretty damn clean because I drop down to my knees and suck his cock so deep down my throat I gag a little against it. I keep swallowing. I'm a girl on a fucking mission.

  "Damn, teasing you is dangerous, Gisele," Stone groans. He angles his hips and thrusts his cock deep in my throat. Yeah, he's not fucking concerned. He brings a hand to cup my chin. Kinda sweet. Sweet as sucking a rock star's cock in a bathroom can be. I'm crazy for doing this, but I'm crazy about doing this, too. It just washes over my body, the urge to devour his cock, and I continue bobbing up and down, and swallow.

  He wants to tease? I'm going to torture. I won't even deny him anything. I'll let him, and he can cum right down my throat. Our juices mix and I taste his precum with my own arousal and I'm so fucking wet just thinking about it. The salty sweet taste of us together makes me moan. That moan shoots a thrill through Stone's throbbing cock. Stone squeezes my hair, fisting a big handful and groaning. Mister in control is in my hands ... and my mouth and throat right now. Stone's at my mercy right now. Because no way he's not going to rocket a hot load down my throat.

  Well, of course, I had to go and think that. Because you know what he does now?

  Yes, he pulls his cock out of my throat with a loud wet popping sound through the air. He lifts me up and pulls me down on his cock and while we start toward the stall, he seems to give up that idea and instantly he has me against the wall. I pull my legs up high as I can. If he's going to keep taking that cock away, I'm going to take him as deep as I can while I still have the chance. I clamp down on his cock with my pussy. I'm dripping down my thighs. Shaking. I bite my lips and groan.

  Licking my lips, I savor the taste of him while he fucks me, in, out, he's keeping me on his cock and bouncing me up and down with a loud slapping sound. I hear a gasp in the background ... someone saw us. But I don't care. Much.

  "We need," I pant out. I'm trying to say more but I can't form words

  "Yes?" Stone says, and he's laughing and already walking and carrying us both back to our stall.

  I hear a few giggles, but like hey, I'm getting mine and I don't really give a shit. Can you blame me? Stone's cock is like a magic wand made for fucking. Like, he's great on stage, but he's even better at performing when he's inside of me.

  That equally magic mouth of his closes over mine. Our kiss crashes together, and I can feel him smile while his lips are over mine.

  Can he read my thoughts? The way he kisses me makes me feel like he's some kind of robot programmed for my absolute pleasure. He seems to know every single way to touch me to make me fall apart around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, so hard and making my eyes roll back in my head. His tongue over mine is sensual I could just cry. Fuck Stone feels so good. I'm close to being totally overloaded by the sheer ecstasy of his touch, but I'm going to savor every moment of this until I can't take it anymore. Then I'm going to suck it up and continue having the time of my life.

  Sucking him up. I love tasting my pussy on Stone's cock. Every inch of him covered in every drop of me? There's almost something poetic in that, if not just totally sensual. I hate to be the one to tell Stone how to do his job, but maybe his song needs another verse and the sweet needs of something filthy in it.

  I can't compose more music right now. I can't fathom any level of composure. I break our kiss, gasping for air and panting at his cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy. A low moan escapes my lips but I dive against his collarbone and cry out against it. Stone shivers and pulls me closer, and the feel of his jutting cock shivering inside of me makes me clamp a vise grip down on his cock.

  "Fuck, I can't decide how I want to die," Stone growls in a low voice that makes my nipples tingle just hearing it. "Fucking your face while that throat holds me in tight, or your pussy strangling the life out of my cock. Either way sounds perfect."

  "I think you're forgetting a third option," I say before I realize what I'm saying. What? I'm spurned on our desire and I'm over here purring something totally lurid into his skin. Oh, we both know what I mean by that.

  Yes. I'm the girl who just asked the doped up (un-doped?) rock star to fuck my ass in a public restroom in a club, which he just performed in. I gotta say, I regret nothing.

  Stone grabs my chin and pushes it up so that I'm looking him in the eye. There's a wild, pure joy in his eyes. "Ya mean...?" Stone trails off.

  "Big bad rock star," I say and inhale, exhale, riding the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of me so deep and so hard and so far. "You can't say that I want you to fuck my ass if you want to die fucking me? Give me a real run for my money, right here, right now," I say. I don't know where I just found the motherfucking gumption to say that, but the truth is, I'm proud.

  I'm not sure I've ever done anything this hot before.

  "I don't have any lube though, Gisele, and I don't want to hurt you," Stone says, gripping my upper arms and looking in my eyes.

  I wiggle on his cock. "Babe, you feel how slippery my pussy is right now? You can slide right in my ass right now."

  "Oooh girl get it!" A lady exclaims inside the bathroom and I bust out laughing.

  "You don't want to disappoint an audience, do you?" I say with a laugh even though I feel my face heat up. Yeah, I'm kind of embarrassed. But kind of proud. I've never done anything so daring before. Something so hot...

  Stone laughs. A real, hearty laugh that makes his six pack abs glisten in front of me and makes his cock jump a little inside me. I could get used to this sensation. But, of course, I'm not going to, because now we have a very naughty plan underway.

  "I'm about to leave that pretty pussy," Stone purrs, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. How he mixes that very sweet act with him pulling his cock out and then pressing right at the tight ring of my ass? I don't know. It all comes off as sweet, somehow, but I try not to let myself ponder it too much. I'm here for the ride, I tell myself. I mean, I'm more exhilarated than I've ever been in my life. But I can't let myself read too much into this. Nothing says I'm nothing more than some kind of groupie slut than fucking him in a club bathroom, right?

  Okay, this is so not the reaction I wanted to have.

  Stone must've noticed the shift, because he stops from pushing his cock up my ass and looks me in the eyes, holding my face up so that our eyes meet. "You okay?" he asks. And there's nothing cocky or joking in the way Stone asks. I believe that he cares and wants an honest answer.

  So why can't I just give him one and tell him that I'm so conflicted? I need to push these thoughts out of my mind. "I'm fine. Fuck my ass, Stone, right here in this club bathroom," I say, my voice getting husky with lust when I think about what we're about to do.

  "Okay, Gisele, you don't have to tell me again," Stone says with a half grin. He pulls me up again, pressing his cock at the ring of my ass and shaking between my thighs, holding my ass up at just the right angle. His cock is still soaked with my arousal and it's more than enough for a slick entry into my ass. I groan out an inhuman sound of need and desire. Why on earth did I want this enormous pole impaling my ass of all things, and not even lying d
own, but in a bathroom and standing up?

  Oh, that's right.

  Because this heavenly cock is filling me up so good that I can't see straight.

  Having him down my throat is delicious. Having his cock buried in my pussy is unholy good. But his massive monster of a cock rammed all the way up my ass like it is now is pure sinful nirvana. I've never felt so full in my life. So aroused. He pumps into my ass and I'm already shaking with an intense orgasm.

  "I've got you, Gisele," Stone says, that tenderness breaking in his voice. I'm glad to hear it, and not just because it makes my clit twitch when Stone says my name. Because I'm coming, hard, and I can't hold myself up, even with the assist of the wall. I'm gasping for air and my whole body is quaking through the erupting orgasm. I'm having such an intense orgasm that my thighs and our stomachs are drenched in my cum. Soaking wet, dripping, sticky arousal floods all over us, and I'm ready to scream. I remember the taste of him and I sink my teeth into his shoulder. I'm groaning, whimpering, shuddering around him. His arms are wrapped around me in a bear hug and his hips are fucking up in my ass so damn good I'm dizzy.

  "I've got you," Stone repeats. I hear him say it several times. I'm floating, falling through the heady sensations of the orgasm overtaking my body. He keeps fucking me and I keep gushing cum all over us. My ass is milking his cock and he's still rock hard inside me. When he does come, this watercolor sunset of an orgasm riding through me is just going to blend together. I see rainbows and sunlight behind my eyes, my whole body trembles. I'm hyper aware of how close we are and how hot we are and I'm unable to breathe for a few seconds. The intensity is dialed up to eleven. How did we get here? "Oh God," I groan against him and keep riding him, my hips lazily joining his intense exertions fucking up my ass.

  "Death by Gisele's ass is the best fucking way to go," Stone says, his lips kissing my forehead.

  It's so tender, and every sensation I'm already feeling has me on overload, I almost feel like I'm going to cry. I take a deep breath and push away that feeling. "You feel so amazing," I manage to say instead.

  Stone's thumb strokes my cheek. "You do," he says. His voice is low. "I'm going to fill your gorgeous ass up with my cum. You're going walk out of here loaded up with everything my cock has to offer. Only you and I will know what a hot secret that'll be," he says, and he sucks in his lower lip and captures it with his teeth. I'm stilling rolling through fields of the endless orgasmic sensations that his cock in my ass seems to put on repeat, but watching him come undone is making me shake harder. I thought him singing my name was sensual? I feel his balls load up against my ass and his cock go from rock hard, to steel hard, to hot titanium, and I'm stunned. Hot, thick loads of his cum shoot deep inside me. The raw, primal sensation of him coming in my ass is so erotic. But his face is the most sensual, beautiful, incredible thing I've ever seen. Stone is practically etched with visual poetry, the way his face contorts in pleasure at the massive orgasm he unloads in my ass.

  Stone's eyes capture mine, and hands dig into my back. He growls, loud, a roaring sound for a thundering orgasm that he's pounding into me. I'm falling apart around him and he's nearly emptied his balls into me. Without his death grip holding me up, I'd flop onto the floor like a pile of limbs.

  When he's finally coming down from his own intense orgasm, he pulls his cock out. I gasp loudly when I'm empty ... well, his cock is gone but my ass is so full of his cum, I guess I couldn't exactly call me empty. Stone yanks my dress down and pulls me against him, holding me. "You okay, Gisele?" he asks me.

  I'm trembling in the aftershocks of our incredible adventure here. Holy fucking hell, I can't believe what we just did. I can't believe how hard I came. I can't believe how much he came inside my ass. I can't believe how goddamn sexy he looked unloading in my ass. Or how hot the way he held onto me before and is holding onto me now is.

  "You okay?" Stone repeats.

  I snap back to reality. He asked me that already. Guess I should respond instead of dozing off into la la land thinking about his magic cock and the never-ending orgasms.

  "Oh, yeah," I say. My eyes go wide. "That was incredible," I say with a small laugh.

  "Yeah, I've never fucked like this in my life. You do something to me, Gisele. Something you are welcome to do any time." Stone flashes that wide grin that makes me feel like I have legs made of jelly all over again. I straighten out my dress as best as I can. My thighs are sticky, my pussy is aching so good from use, and my ass is so full of Stone's cum I may weigh an extra pound with it inside of me.

  132

  Stone

  I’m laying on something cold. I feel around, opening my eyes slowly as I do so. Cold tile. Tiny little squares of cold tile. Why am I laying on a cold tile floor?

  I roll over, realizing that I’m in a public bathroom just as …

  “Gisele?” I say, jackknifing up into a sitting position. “Why are you…?” She’s pulling down her dress, like we’d just had sex. I look down at my crotch, and yeah, my cock seems like he was recently very, very, very happy. “Did we just have sex?” I ask.

  “Do you remember having sex?” she asks with a naughty grin.

  “No?” I say, questioningly. Because I don’t.

  “Well then, who can say?” She shrugs nonchalantly.

  I stare at her for a minute, trying to decide if she’s being serious or not. She just sends me a Cheshire cat grin as she pats her hair back into place in the bathroom mirror. I look up and down her smokin’ hot body, willing my brain to remember. Why can't I remember? I feel like I'm slowly going insane. I want to remember running my tongue up and down her body, over her clit, watch her as she arches her back in orgasm…

  My eyebrows shoot up as she hitches up her skirt and shimmies off her thong underwear. They’re positively dripping with pussy juice, so either we just fucked or she had a real good jerkoff session. One or the other…

  Pulling red lipstick out of her purse, she bends the frilly white thong with pink hearts over the bathroom sink and scrawls something on them. “Here you go, rock star,” she says, tossing the panties to me. “Give me a call sometime … when you want to have a damn good time that you’ll remember.”

  I catch the white and pink concoction automatically, staring after her as she sashays out of the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind her. My eyes drop to her undies, balled up in my hands, and I smooth them out over my knee carefully, not wanting to smudge the lipstick.

  There, in bold but small numbers, is a phone number.

  I pull out my cell and quickly enter the number, before it can accidentally get smudged, and then carefully fold the damp panties up into a ball, shoving it into my pocket.

  This isn’t the first time a woman has thrown underwear at me (although usually I get bras, not panties), but I'll admit—this is the first time that I’ve wanted to keep the underwear in question. I’m already planning on getting myself off to them tomorrow. I may not be able to remember fucking Ms. Gisele Taylor, but I'll remember jacking off to her thong.

  And for now, that cold second is what I have to settle for.

  133

  Gisele

  It’s Friday night, and I’m binge watching “Orange is the New Black” on Netflix, but let’s be honest, I’m really just throwing a one-woman pity party for myself.

  #1 – I slept with Stone Slayer again, and he doesn’t remember it again (am I really that forgettable?);

  #2 – Work sucks even more than normal right now;

  #3 – Despite literally throwing my panties at Stone, he hasn’t called me. Or texted me. Or even, you know, sent me flowers. Or something. Something to let me know that he’s thinking about me as much as I’m thinking about him.

  Which, I’ll admit, is ridiculous. I really shouldn’t be thinking about him at all. Here is a man who quite literally cannot keep his cock in his pants, who's probably under criminal investigation—I make a mental note to look that up for my article—and, when he's awake, doesn’t seem to find me even sl
ightly attractive. That, or he’s so used to having women throwing themselves at him that me tossing my panties at him, number scribbled in a brilliant red, doesn’t even register on his radar.

  To be perfectly honest, I don’t know which of those realities is the most depressing to me. I’m not exactly used to being forgettable.

  I run through my list of friends, trying to come up with someone who I a) want to hang out with enough to get off the couch and get dressed in order to go hang out with them, and b) isn’t snuggled up to some hot guy already. Even Kathy, one of my few remaining single friends—it really isn’t fair how many of my friends have been hooking up with some new guys recently—already has a date for tonight. Of course she has a date. She’s hot and she’s fun to be around, and all the guys drool whenever they get within five feet of her.

  I guess I could’ve gone on a date tonight. Greg from the legal department has been asking me out for ages, but I just can’t fathom wanting to go on a date with him enough to get my sorry ass off the couch and out of this tub of ice cream that I’ve practically emerged myself in.

  Hmmmm … bathing in ice cream …

  To be honest, it sounds super cold and sticky and one hell of a mess, but … on the other hand, oh-so-delicious.

  I stare down into the tub in my hands, ignoring Piper and Alex’s argument playing out on TV. How many tubs would I have to buy in order to fill my bath—

  My phone starts vibrating next to me on the couch. I jump three inches into the air. When I come back down with an ooof, I grab the phone, staring at the screen. It’s an unknown number, which probably means—okay, maybe means—Stone Slayer?