by Parker Grey
With that, she walks for the stairs at the other end of the pool, and Dom and I swim for her.
Katarina enters the pool to her knees, and then stops, crossing her arms over her stomach.
“You guys are liars,” she teases, a sly look in her eyes. “This is freezing.”
Neither of us answer for a moment, because her nipples are hard as diamonds underneath her white bathing suit.
Finally, Dom clears his throat.
“You get used to it,” he says.
“Come on, give me your hand,” I say, and hold my hand out.
“You’re going to pull me in,” she says suspiciously.
“I won’t,” I lie.
“You will.”
“Don’t you trust me, Princess?” I ask, grinning wickedly at her.
She frowns, but she holds out her hand.
I take it, wink at her, and pull her into the pool with a splash.
Katarina yelps and gasps. The water’s only about three feet deep here, so she’s not even fully submerged, just up to her waist, but I swear her nipples are even harder now, and I’m fucking staring. I want to grab one in each hand and pinch them until she moans, until it hurts just the tiniest bit, but it feels so good she can’t tell me to stop.
I want to push aside her pristine white bathing suit, lift her onto the edge of the pool, and suck those hard, pink nipples until she’s warmed up and moaning, slide my fingers under her suit and rub her clit slowly, drive her completely crazy.
“Your problem is that you’re not all the way in,” Dom is teasing her. He’s got her hand now, pulling her deeper into the water. “Once you’re really wet it just feels good.”
She blushes again at the double entendre.
She was thinking it too.
“Come on, Dominic, it’s cold,” she says, half-giggling.
“Princess, you can call me Dom,” he says.
“You two can call me Katarina.”
I grin, floating next to her, and grab her other hand.
“I like calling you Princess, Princess.”
Now she’s neck deep in the water, one of us on either side of her. Katarina’s green eyes are slowly getting wider, and whether it’s with cold or whether she’s realizing what we want I don’t know.
“It’s still freezing,” she admits. “But it’s kind of nice in here after getting all hot and sweaty playing tennis.”
“See? I told you,” I say.
The princess kicks her legs up and starts floating on her back between us, looking at the sky. Now every inch of her perfect body is on full view.
I don’t care how cold the water is, I’m impossibly hard.
“You don’t have to hover over me to make sure I don’t drown,” she teases. “I’ll be fine, I’ve been swimming my whole life.”
“We just thought we should keep you company,” Dom says, his eyes still raking over her body. “It was our idea to come here. It would be rude to—”
Another door to the pool area opens from the dressing rooms. Katarina stops floating, looking over at the side of the pool, and when she gets back on her feet her body brushes against mine on the way down, her leg against my thigh.
Her thigh against my cock, standing straight up like a goddamn flagpole. She just looks at me, surprise written on her face, but then the newcomer shouts.
“What a beautiful day, am I right?” Sven shouts.
I lock eyes with Dom, and I can tell we’re having the exact same thought: fuck this joker.
“Princess Katarina, looking lovely once more,” he says, coming up to the side of the pool. He’s got Hawaiian-patterned swim trunks on, his belly bulging slightly above them, pale, hairy, and doughy. I can see his tan lines where his shirts end on his arms.
“Thank you, Prince Sven,” Katarina says coolly.
He zeroes in on her nipples instantly.
“You cold? You look cold. You look real cold. I better get in there,” he says.
Without waiting for a response, he backs up a few steps, then runs heavily to the edge of the pool and cannonballs in, splashing all of us and making waves lap against the sides.
“Woo! That’ll put hair on your chest, huh? Though I guess I’m the only one in here who doesn’t need that,” he says.
Katarina just looks at him, perfectly straight-faced.
“Laugh, Princess. It was funny,” he says.
She tilts her head and smiles, just a little.
I think we’re about to have an excruciating time in this pool.
Chapter Seven
Katarina
I start trying to make my excuses to Sven and leave the pool after about ten minutes, but he’s the kind of guy who can’t take no for an answer. He has absolutely no idea that I’m trying to be polite when I say I’ve got something else I need to do, rather than simply telling him I think he’s horrid and I’d rather eat bees than talk to him any longer.
And the worst part? I was just nearly-naked between Princes Dominic and Bruno. The two hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life. Muscles everywhere, arms that ripple every time they move, and washboard abs I’m dreaming of running my hands over.
Even though I know better than to think I could do anything with either of them — especially, here, in the pool, which anyone has access to — it’s a nice fantasy to think about.
Plus, Bruno has an erection. Or, had one. I’m sure it’s gone now.
I’ve never really, you know, touched one before, but I’m 95% sure that’s what it was. I’ve seen pictures, after all, and God knows I’ve thought about them plenty.
I think Dom had one too, though I didn’t touch it, and I blush again, just at the thought of both of them.
I get out of the pool, Dom and Bruno trailing me. We use the towels from the towel warmers in the cabana to dry off while Sven keeps splashing around in the pool and shouting nonsense in our general direction.
“I need to go get changed,” I say. “I really do have some official duties I should take care of,” I say apologetically, looping the towel under my armpits, hiding my nipples. I’ve seen them looking.
Not that I think I mind.
“As do we, I’m afraid,” Dom says, then looks at Bruno. “I think we’re both expected at a very important roundtable on tariffs and their effect on net population growth as it concerns immigration?”
Bruno grins and shrugs.
“I’m pretty sure you made all that up, but it sounds right,” he says.
We all head into our individual dressing rooms, and I crank the heater in mine, stripping my wet swimsuit off. That pool really is fed by a glacial stream, and it was freezing.
I toss my suit in the wringer and stand in front of the heater, waiting for it to warm me.
As I wait, I slide the fingers of one hand over my rock-hard nipple, and gasp. Despite the cold, heat suddenly floods down through me, my nipples engorging. Wetness slides between my lower lips, and I swallow hard, squeezing my thighs together.
I imagine if Dom or Bruno were here, teasing me like this. Licking my nipple slowly, sucking it into his mouth. His hand sliding down my belly and moving between my legs, finding my wetness, his fingers entering me...
I moan. My eyes fly open, and for a second I don’t even realize it was me, I’m that surprised. I don’t moan when I masturbate. Who the hell does that?
I shake my head, clearing it, then grab the other clothes I brought and sit on the wicker chaise lounge. I pick up my panties — white lace, just about as naughty as I’m allowed to wear — but I put them back down slowly.
I’m still wet as hell, and I think this entire Council Summit is going to be hard. I need some relief, even if it’s fast and in the dressing room. What does it matter? I’m alone in here.
I move my hand between my legs and lie back on the lounge, biting my lips. I’m already wet and swollen, just from being near Dom and Bruno and their two perfect bodies, their teasing smiles, their hungry eyes. They look at me like I’m prey, and I think I like it.
Bruno slides his fingers into my pussy. I gasp out loud, moving my hand faster. My other hand comes up to pinch my nipple, and now I’m panting for breath. It feels good but it’s not enough.
“Please,” I whisper to no one.
Now Bruno’s fingers are out and Dom’s lifting me on top of him, his strong arms bulging. I’m rubbing myself furiously, whimpering and biting my lip.
I can feel the tip of his cock right at my entrance, just waiting to be filled, and then, in my fantasy, Dom lowers me onto himself.
I moan again, pushing the fingers on my left hand as deep into my pussy as they’ll go. My back arches and I pretend it’s him, Bruno rubbing my clit as he sucks on my nipples, both of them fucking me at once, totally filled, moaning their names —
I come with a gasp, my pussy spasming around my fingers. I bite my lip and keep going, wishing desperately that it was one of them inside me, pumping me full of their seed. Soon my orgasm slows, and then I’m lying on the chaise lounge, naked, fingers covered in my sticky juices.
And I’m filthy. Not physically, but I just came hard to the thought of having two men at once. It’s un-princesslike, to say the least.
But somehow, I’m still not satisfied. I still feel empty and hollow, like what I really need is—
I shake my head quickly and sit up, grabbing my clothes. I cannot get carried away like this. I’m a princess, and it’s not my place to get distracted by two incredibly sexy, handsome men.
It’s my place to marry who I’m told to marry, and I’m pretty sure that’s going to be Sven. Besides, it’s not like Dom and Bruno would ever be interested in sharing me. That’s just not what men as dominating, powerful, and confident as those two do.
I get dressed in a simple white sheath dress and heeled sandals, because next I’m heading to lunch, then to yet another council meeting where we all pretend that our royal titles have meaning.
When I open the door to the dressing room, Dom and Bruno are both standing there, leaning against a white wall, talking to each other. They both look over as soon as I emerge, and I freeze.
I thought they were gone already. I just got myself off, moaning their names, and they were right outside the whole time.
Bruno catches my eye, then Dom turns. They’re both grinning cocky, satisfied grins, and I’m terrified that I know why.
“You didn’t have to wait for me!” I blurt out. “I can get myself to the luncheon just fine, I know exactly where it is.”
Dom just laughs, and holds out his hand for mine. I don’t take it, because I know he’d be able to smell me on my fingers, and I turn bright, bright red.
“We just thought we’d be chivalrous,” he says. “What, I can’t kiss a princess’s hand?”
I look from him to Bruno and back, totally certain that they both know. Reluctantly, I give Dom my hand, wishing I could just dissolve into the floor.
He kisses it and looks at me, his eyes sparking. My stomach writhes, and then Bruno steps forward, kissing my hand as well. Now they both know what I’ve been up to, and I’ve got a feeling they know it wasn’t Sven I was thinking about.
“Okay, well, let’s head to this luncheon, I’m really hungry, you guys must be hungry, right?” I blurt out, and then practically sprint past them out of sheer nerves and awkwardness.
Things can’t keep up like this, I think. Something has to give.
And I think that something might be me.
Chapter Eight
Dominic
That afternoon and the next day pass without us seeing much of the princess. I can’t tell if she’s avoiding us, or if she’s just busy with affairs of state. It’s a huge castle, after all, and the grounds make it even bigger.
It wouldn’t be surprising that we hadn’t run into her if we weren’t both looking for her.
That night — thirty-six hours after we went swimming — I can’t sleep. Bruno texts me that he can’t sleep, either, and I’ve got a feeling it’s for the same reason: Princes Katarina and her sudden avoidance of us.
I pull on casual clothes and meet Bruno in one of the palace’s wide hallways, and we go downstairs, away from the guest quarters. It’s nearly two in the morning, and besides a few security guards here and there, no one else is around.
“Why can’t you sleep?” he finally says as the two of us wander through the grand dining room, the table already impeccably set for breakfast.
“I think it’s the same reason you can’t sleep,” I say.
He stops. I stop. We’re standing in front of a massive fireplace, and we just look at each other for a long, long time.
“The princess?” he finally says.
“Katarina,” I confirm.
Suddenly the air feels lighter and clearer, and we both exhale at once.
“It’s not the first time we’ve been interested in the same woman,” he murmurs. “And that’s always worked out well in the past.”
I stare into the empty fireplace, remembering. I’ve been with dozens and dozens of women, but the ones I shared with Bruno really do stand out in my memory.
There’s just something about completely overloading a woman’s senses until she can’t take any more. The way a woman simply submits to pleasure squared, putting us completely in control as she comes again and again.
I don’t have a particularly strong memory of any of the women we’ve fucked together — just of the sex itself. I think one was named Maria, but I’m not sure.
“There’s no way we could share Katarina,” I murmur.
Bruno just raises one eyebrow.
“She’d never consent to it,” I say. “Bruno, she’s a virgin. She’s never even had a boyfriend, pure and innocent as the mountain snow. She’s not going to be interested in both of us, at the same time.”
I can’t help but think about it, though. Katarina on my lap, legs locked around me as she rocks back and forth, the heat of her core pressed against my rock-hard erection, Bruno’s hands pinching both nipples from behind as she moans.
Katarina riding me, whimpering with pleasure, then slowing, eyes widening as Bruno towers over her from behind and I feel the tip of his cock stretch her asshole, pushing her pussy even tighter...
“Never say never, Dom,” Bruno says, shrugging. I swallow hard, dragging my brain out of my fantasies about Katarina. “I think the princess might only look innocent. You heard her yesterday, didn’t you?”
I clear my throat, and we start strolling again. I need to walk so I don’t think about it too much.
“I did,” I admit. “And I could smell her scent on her fingers afterwards.”
Bruno shoves his hands into his pockets. I push open another big heavy door, and we make our way down a hall.
I can’t help but think of yesterday, when she was in her dressing room outside the pool. We could both hear her panting for breath, whimpering and moaning, utterly unmistakable sounds of a woman in the throes of pleasure, so fucking beautiful I could barely control myself.
And then, at the very height of her sounds, she gasped both of our names, one after the other. Loud enough that there was no mistaking it.
I think Bruno might be right about our princess.
We go through another big, heavy door and then we’re in the library. We’re just wandering the palace, no real idea where we’re going, so we wander past books and tables, illuminated manuscripts under thick glass.
As we get closer to the end, the light begins to flicker. After a moment, I realize that there’s a fireplace, the fire lit, and I draw closer, frowning.
In front of the fireplace is a couch, and as we approach, the girl on the couch looks up at us, surprised.
It’s the princess, wearing a silk robe over a long, flowing silk nightgown.
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br /> “Dom, Bruno,” she says, sounding surprised. “Couldn’t sleep?”
I grin, shaking my head. Her lips part slightly, perfect and pink and full, and I’m already imagining them wrapped around my cock, her big eyes staring up at me.
Then I’m imagining my cock in her mouth as she’s on her hands and knees, Bruno behind her, fucking her until she moans into me.
Just like that, I’m rock-hard again.
“Nope, couldn’t sleep,” Bruno says, and walks around to the front of the couch, then sits next to Katarina. The bulge in his pants belies that he’s thinking the same thing I am.
I see the princess stare at it, then swallow. Yesterday I’d have been jealous, but now the thought of her with both of us just makes my dick even harder.
“Me either,” she says, putting her book down on the table. “Just... distracted, I guess. Why couldn’t you?”
I walk around the couch slowly, then stand there. Katarina’s eyes find the bulge in my pants, and I watch as her pupils dilate, her lips part, and she finally looks up at my face.
I grin.
“I think you know why, Princess,” I say. “You’re looking at two reasons right now. You could look closer if you wanted.”
Chapter Nine
Bruno
Katarina gasps. She actually puts one hand to her chest, like she’s clutching her pearls or something, but at the same time her eyes widen and I can practically feel her pulse quicken.
“I don’t know what you—”
“Yes, you do, Princess,” I murmur, leaning forward until my lips are half an inch from her ear.
Her lips part wider and her eyes slide closed. She swallows hard.
“We heard you yesterday morning,” I go on, letting my voice get low and raspy. “You took a very long time getting dressed, and then you started moaning our names for some reason.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I thought you were gone.”
Now Dom is standing in front of her, grinning, his cock practically bursting from his pants.