by Parker Grey
But then Bruno grabs my shoulder and pushes me onto the bed, pushing my knees apart and taking my shoulder in one hand. I push myself up on my elbows as he grabs both my ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing hard.
Next to me, Dom rolls onto his side. His cock is soft, but he slides a hand underneath me and starts working my clit, giving me a deep kiss as he does.
Bruno leans over, and I feel the tip of his cock trace the line of my lower back.
“Watching you come when he fucks you is incredible,” he murmurs. “But the only thing I think I like better is making you come myself.”
He pushes the tip of his cock against my back hole, and I moan as he slides in. It’s a little easier than Dom’s cock, but I can still feel myself stretch and stretch, almost to the point of pain, and then—
Oh, my God, this feels good.
Bruno’s not as slow or gentle as Dom was, but he doesn’t need to be. He slides his thick, long cock all the way into my ass on the first stoke and I groan, making some sort of barnyard animal noise. After he hilts himself he stops for a moment, breathing hard.
“I can’t last long fucking your ass like this, Princess,” he says. “You’re so tight and so perfect that I’m gonna come soon.”
I think I just moan, and then Bruno pulls out, thrusts in again, and starts fucking my ass. There’s nothing slow or gradual about it, and within seconds he’s practically pounding me, Dom’s fingers still on my clit.
It’s incredible. It’s dirty beyond belief to let two men fuck my ass in the same night, but I don’t care. I like it, because it’s them, and because everything they do to me feels better than I could have imagined.
In moments, the heat and electricity are building inside me yet again and then they break over me. I turn my head to one side, moaning.
“Harder,” I whimper. “Please, Bruno.”
He grabs my hair and hammers himself into me, and I come so hard I nearly have an out of body experience. The bedspread is in my fists, my face buried in the comforter as I shout.
Within seconds Bruno is unloading himself in my ass with pump after pump, until he’s finally spent and collapses on top of me. I turn my head and look at Dom, who rolls over and kisses me.
I smile at him, and he smiles back.
“I shouldn’t like watching Bruno ride your ass as much as I do, but you’re so beautiful when you lose control that I can’t help it,” he says, his voice nearly a whisper. “Think we can keep this our dirty little secret?”
He takes my hand, winding our fingers together. On top of me, Bruno turns his head and slides his hand over the other side of mine, so now my hand is sandwiched between theirs.
“Yeah,” I say. “I can keep this our secret.”
Minutes later, Bruno rolls off of me and I fall asleep between them, wound in both their arms.
When I was a little girl, this wasn’t what I imagined for myself.
But now, I can’t imagine anything else.
Chapter Seventeen
Dominic
“We can’t keep doing this,” Bruno says to me, one morning. We’re sitting together out on a terrace, overlooking the beautiful mountain country of Tomassia, drinking coffee before breakfast.
I take a long sip of coffee, because I know exactly what he means. We can’t keep sneaking around with the Crown Princess like this, because as much as I love everything that we do together, I hate that we have to keep it secret.
I want Katarina to be ours in public. Everyone needs to know that the Princess belongs to us and no one else. I want to be by her side, all the time, every day. Not just in the dead of night.
I’m in love with the Princess. We’re in love with the Princess.
And we’re going to marry her. I’m not sure exactly how, but we’re completely determined to make it work.
“I don’t know how to ask her father for her hand,” I admit. “He doesn’t like either of us to begin with, he’s always surrounded by an armed guard, and he’s an old-fashioned bastard.”
“Hey, that’s my future father-in-law you’re talking about,” Bruno deadpans.
“Then you’ve got an idea?”
Bruno sighs.
“No,” he says. “Maybe the only way is to just go in and ask.”
“What if we just ran away and married her?”
“You mean what if one of us ran away and married her,” he points out. “If we did that, one of us would be escorted to the border by an armed guard, and Katarina would likely be disowned. She can’t marry us both. Not yet.”
We haven’t even brought this up to Katarina yet. I’ve been meaning to, but our time together is so limited — and we never seem to end up talking.
“Maybe the Princess would have some thoughts,” I say. “If we can talk without fucking for fifteen minutes, anyway. After all, he is her—”
“Is this bachelor’s corner? Mind if I join?” says a slimy, nasal voice behind me.
Bruno and I both turn our heads. Sven is standing there, wearing sunglasses, his scalp shining through his dark hair, his white linen shirt unbuttoned to the top of his hairy, paunchy belly. He’s accompanied by a retinue of guards, hanging ten feet behind him. I don’t think he goes anywhere without those guys — probably because he couldn’t defend himself from a basket of puppies.
We’re nothing if not well-bred, so we move our coffee cups and make a space for him at the table.
“I love a vacation, but I’m just about done with this place,” he says, sitting heavily. “Bunch of backwards, inbred morons with terrible food. Women are pretty, though,” he says, scratching his belly.
Bruno and I exchange a look.
“I’m rather enjoying my stay,” I say.
It’s not worth getting angry with him, I tell myself. He’s a stupid oaf, insulting our hosts right in their own home.
“Of course you are, you’re from San Javier,” he says, grinning unpleasantly. “Hey, here’s a joke I heard the other day. What kind of baby do you have if you fuck a woman from San Javier?”
Rage starts simmering in my belly, and I squeeze my coffee cup, trying to contain myself.
“What kind?” I say, already knowing that the answer will piss me off.
“A foal!” He says, laughing so hard he slaps his knee. “Get it, because your women are so ugly they look like horses? Ha!”
It takes every fucking ounce of self-control I have not to smash his face in with my coffee cup.
“Calm down, jeez, can’t you take a joke?” he asks, grinning like an asshole. “But seriously, I can see why you two came to make a bid for the Princess. Sorry about that, fellows.”
Bruno leans back, a look on his face somewhere between anger at this idiot and amusement that Sven is such an idiot.
“Sorry for what?”
“For getting the Princess,” he says.
We’re both dead silent.
“I really lucked out,” he goes on, completely fucking oblivious. “Marry the pretty Crown Princess, whelp a few heirs on her, and then when she gets fat and those nice tits start to sag, the kingdom is just full of pretty ladies who I’m sure wouldn’t turn down their Prince Consort.”
“You need to leave,” Bruno says, his voice dangerous and quiet.
Sven frowns, too dumb to even hear the threat in Bruno’s voice.
“Why?”
“You’re not welcome to insult the Princess in front of us,” he goes on. “And because I don’t care how many fucking guards you’ve got, not a single one will get to you before I break your goddamn nose in.”
Sven looks confused, then angry, then insulted, then confused again.
“Come on. We’re all the same here, you know, marry a woman so she can have your babies and then other women for fun?”
He tries to smile ingratiatingly, but I see red and get to my feet, knocking over my chair.
“You don’t deserve Katarina,” I growl. “You don’t deserve to be near her. You don’t deserve to touch a single fucking hair on her hea
d, to breathe the same air as her. Now get the fuck out of here.”
Sven stands, holding his hands out, palms toward me, like he can somehow calm me down.
“Okay, okay,” he says. “Not into a little guy talk, I guess.”
We don’t say anything, just glare, Bruno also on his feet. Sven puts his hands by his sides.
“But that sweet little thing is practically already mine, so maybe I’ll send your shitty kingdoms a postcard when I pop her cherry.”
Sven turns and walks off, and I fight the urge to follow him, no matter how satisfying punching him in the goddamn face might be. Getting arrested and then deported isn’t exactly in my plans.
“We have to do something,” Bruno growls.
“Today,” I say. “We ask the King for her hand today.”
Then we look at each other, because we still don’t know how the fuck to do that.
Chapter Eighteen
Bruno
A few hours later, we’re sitting together in the throne room, waiting to be granted an audience with King Edward.
I still don’t know what I’m going to say. It’s already a bad sign that we have to wait for an audience with everyone else, but we didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
Storming into a king’s business office and demanding that he meet with you, right then and there, isn’t a very good way to be granted his daughter’s hand in marriage. Especially not if there’s two of you.
“If we have to elope, maybe we can flip a coin over who’s her husband and who’s her piece on the side,” Dominic says dryly.
“Not funny.”
“The loser could take some sort of job here,” he goes on. “Ambassador to Tomassia, maybe.”
I clench my jaw together, my insides boiling. I need Katarina to be mine, officially, for everyone to know it.
I love her. I want her, and I need her, and if I had to be her piece on the side, no matter what the true circumstances were, I think it might kill me.
“So you’re saying you wouldn’t mind being the Princess’s unofficial boyfriend while I was Prince Consort Bruno?” I ask, my voice tight.
Dom looks over at me, a smile around his eyes.
“Bruno, I’m kidding,” he says. “Trying to inject a little levity here. Calm down.”
I sigh, folding my arms in front of me.
“Maybe try a knock-knock joke instead,” I mutter.
A door opens at the back of the throne room. There are maybe a dozen people in here, all waiting for an audience with the king, scattered around the seats.
And we all stand when we see that it’s Princess Katarina, wearing a blue sundress, walking down the center. She nods at everyone, but comes up to us.
“Prince Bruno, Prince Dominic,” she says.
We both bow and she curtsies lightly.
“Could I have a moment of your time?” she asks.
“Of course, Princess,” I murmur.
She leads us to another door, this one behind the thrones, leading to a small sunlight-filled sitting room, and closes the door behind us.
Then she takes a deep breath, and I realize she’s been crying.
“What’s wrong?” Dom says instantly, taking her shoulders in his hands.
“Sven asked my father for my hand this morning,” she says, her eyes filling again.
“And?” I demand.
“I don’t think he’s replied yet, because it’s poor form to do so until all the offers are in, but...” She trails off, looking up at us.
Until all the offers are in. Like she’s a house being bid on.
I stroke her hair, and Dom holds her against his chest.
“I’m not going to marry him,” she whispers. “My father can’t force me, but...”
“Marry us,” Dom whispers.
“You know that’s why we’re here,” I say, coming up behind her and kissing the back of her head. “We’re waiting to ask your father for your hand right now, actually.”
“I wish I could,” she whispers. “You know it doesn’t...”
“We’ll figure it out,” I promise. “We’ll convince your father.”
“We don’t know how, but we will,” Dom agrees. “And at worst, we all run away to a dilapidated house in the woods and live in sin.”
Katarina wrinkles her nose.
“Marriage is our first choice too,” I say. “Promise.”
She sighs, then looks back at me, over her shoulder.
“Thanks,” she says.
I take her hip and stroke it, trying to comfort her, but she gives me another glance, this one familiar and wicked.
“My father’s got at least another hour before he’ll be able to see you two,” she says.
I chuckle, stepping closer.
“Princess, I thought you were distraught at the thought of marrying Sven,” I say.
“I am,” she says, and smiles. “I can have more than one mood at once.”
She leans back against me, her hands still on Dom’s chest, her ass firmly against my growing erection.
“For example, I can be upset about this but also want a quickie with my illicit boyfriends,” she murmurs.
I swear to God, she gets dirtier every time I see her, and I fucking love it.
“You have to promise to be quiet,” Dom says, taking her face in his hands and grinning. “You can’t scream our names the way you did last night.”
Katarina smiles and rolls her hips, her perfect ass firm against my erection.
“I’ve got other plans for my mouth,” she says.
Jesus.
Dom kisses her, hard, and I shove both hands up her skirt. She makes a noise into his mouth, but it’s quiet enough that I don’t think anyone else can hear.
I grab her ass. She’s not wearing panties, and I slide my fingers between her legs.
Dripping wet. Of course. I bite the back of her neck as my cock goes rock-hard, her back arching and her ass tilting toward me.
Dom kisses her neck as Katarina reaches behind her, scrabbling at the fly of my suit pants, but I brush her hands away and undo it myself, bringing out my thick cock.
“You’re looking for this?” I whisper.
Katarina just gasps and grabs it, stroking me hard once. For a moment, I think about holding her arms and bending her over, eating her ass and pussy from behind, but this needs to be quick.
“Princess,” I growl in her ear. “I want you to sit on my cock.”
I don’t wait for her to answer, just move to one of the chairs in the room and sit on it, pulling her behind me. She straddles me, her hands on my knees, and looks over her shoulder, her shining wet pussy in my face.
Fuck, this is beautiful.
I put the tip of my cock at her entrance and Katarina slides herself onto it with a gasp, taking all of me into her tight cunt with one hard thrust, her skirt bunched around her waist.
“Fuck, I love that,” she moans, her pussy clenching around me. I grab her hips and pull her down hard, making sure she takes every millimeter of me.
She’s so wet that her juices are dripping down my balls, and right away the Princess starts riding me, her hips bucking back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her. I keep a good grip on her hips, and after a moment, she balances and reaches for Dom, pulling him to her by the waistband of his pants.
“I’m beginning to feel like we’re just your stable of men to fuck, Princess,” he teases, unzipping his pants for her. “Maybe you’re just using us for ours cocks.”
She looks up at him, giving his cock a good hard stroke, still riding me slow and hard, one hand on my knee.
Then she sucks the head of his cock into her mouth, and Dom groans, quietly.
“Do you mind?” Katarina asks, her hand still on his cock, mine firmly buried inside her.
“No,” I growl in her ear.
“Not at all,” Dom says.
Katarina takes him into her mouth again, and she bobs her head slowly down his shaft as she rides me, doing both in the s
ame rhythm. I’ve got my hands on her hips, pulling her and guiding her, and she fucks me harder and harder, her lips moving lower and lower on Dom’s shaft.
He’s holding his breath, watching her, and then I watch as her mouth slides all the way down, her lips touching the short hairs on his abdomen, and Dom sucks in air through his teeth.
Katarina’s pussy clenches again around me, and I can tell she’s getting close.
“You’re so fucking sexy with my cock down your throat,” Dom says, moving one hand to her neck as he thrusts just a little deeper, then pulls back. I know he’s feeling the bulge of his cock there, and I nearly come just remembering how that felt.
The feeling that we have complete and total access to our princess, and that she loves everything we do to her. That’s the best part, really.
She’s already shaking a little, her pussy muscles fluttering around me. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming, moaning into Dom’s cock as she spasms and clenches, riding me so hard I’m afraid the chair might break.
I grunt, my forehead against the back of her neck, ready to spend myself inside her but instead she pulls herself off me and then looks over her shoulder, a hand stroking Dom’s cock, for a long moment.
“Princess?” I gasp, still holding onto her, baffled and confused.
Katarina smiles. Then she reaches behind herself, takes my cock, and guides it to her other hole.
It’s all I can do to sit there, both hands grabbing her hips, as she slowly lets me enter her again. Her ass is so tight that I swear my vision nearly goes white, and as she lowers herself, bit by bit, she moans and whimpers quietly, like she can’t help herself.
Then I’m in, and Katarina leans back against me, her body going limp as she moans again, still stroking Dom.
“Make me come again,” she whispers.
Dom steps forward and she takes his cock into her mouth again, swallowing it almost instantly. She rides me a little more gently with her ass, but it’s so fucking tight and hot and dirty that it takes all my self-control not to come.
Instead I wrap one arm around her, rub her clit for a moment, and then slide three fingers into her pussy, working them against her sensitive front wall.