The Royal Roommate

by P. G. Van

  “What else?”

  “We need to understand what happened to the homeless man, if he was significant, and also we need to know why she gave a fake address.”

  “I need all these answered in the next few hours, John.”

  “Yes, sir. I’m on my way to Lanesville.”

  “John, don’t make me wait. You know I’m not a patient guy.”

  “I know, sir.”

  “You are the best! I’ll let the Eagle know.” Sid couldn’t contain his excitement.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Sid was excited Amy was not who he thought she was and typed the message to the highest authority but refrained from sending it. He wanted to be more than a hundred percent sure even though he knew she wasn’t involved.

  Hours passed but no word from John. He didn’t want to go back to the apartment and start something without being absolutely sure about Amy as he knew there would be no turning back from the relationship. He tuned into the audio for the apartment later that evening and heard her singing in the kitchen as she cooked.

  A typical date for him was wine, dine, and hard sex, but with Amy, it was homemade food, rock music, and beer—just the way he liked it. He continued to listen as she moved around the apartment and knew he was going to be late if he didn’t hear back from John in the next ten minutes.

  An hour passed, and he was still at the bar staring at his phone and listening to the music Amy was playing at the apartment.

  Amy: Hey, I’m looking for my missing roomie.

  Sid: Sorry, roomie stuck at work.

  Amy: What? Who is going to eat all the food and drink all the beer?

  Sid: Don’t wait up. I have a feeling I’ll be late.

  Amy: Excuses, excuses.

  Sid: I want you, baby. I just can’t get myself out of the situation I’m in until I get an all-clear.

  Amy: You called me baby? I like that.

  Sid: I like it that you like it.

  Amy: I’ll see you when I see you. Peace out!

  Thirty minutes turned into hours, and it was almost eleven that night when John finally called.

  “Sir, she is clear. The homeless man is living with a bunch of other homeless people on this huge ranch in Lanesville.”

  “What? What do the homeless guys do there?”

  “They get trained to work on the farm and in construction, sir. I’m told Amy started this when she was fifteen. She cannot be our suspect.”

  “John, I love you, man. I love you so much. Thank you!”

  “You get to call me sir however long you wish to do so,” Sid encouraged.

  “My pleasure, sir.”

  Sid laughed gathering his things off the bar counter signaling his personal security he was ready to go. “John, no more audio transmission from that apartment. Turn off all communication.”

  “Yes, sir. Consider it done. We suspected a good- hearted person for helping out the wrong guy.”

  “You know we can’t take any risk with the Swan, John. I’m not worried about her giving the fake address anymore, and even if the memory card was decrypted, she had nothing to do with it. I’m confident.”

  “Yes, sir. I am going to stay overnight in Lanesville. I want to talk to the owner and tell him what a great job he is doing running the place.”

  “You have fun, John.”

  Chapter 7

  It was thirty minutes past eleven when Sid made it back to the apartment. He was sure she was pissed at him for standing her up. He tiptoed toward her room and stood by the door taking in the moment. He was finally free to say what he wanted to say to her.

  He heard her moan as he was about to turn the knob of her bedroom door. He held the knob and stuck his ear to the door, and he heard her a bit more clearly. She was moaning like she was having a beautiful dream and when he heard what sounded remotely like his name, he knew he needed to intervene.

  He opened the door slowly and walked toward the bed in the dark. The light streaming from the living area showed him a beautifully aroused woman who had his name playing on her lips as she pleasured herself.

  He turned on the light and caught her by surprise. She looked at him, her cheeks flushed with desire, her lips swollen from being crushed between her teeth. She stared back at him but did not move.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I can’t let you do that to yourself.” He smiled looking at her as she spread her arms invitingly. He slowly moved toward her as she boldly held his gaze. There was no shame in her eyes for being caught doing what she was doing and that turned him on.

  “What took you so long?” she rasped.

  “How dare you touch what’s mine,” he growled taking her hand that was stroking her folds moments ago and putting her fingers into his warm mouth.

  She moaned enjoying the dirty pleasure. “You never declared it was yours.”

  He let her fingers out of his mouth before running his hand over her chest feeling the dips and peaks. “Are you wearing my t-shirt?”

  “Yes,” she moaned closing her eyes.

  “Look at me,” he commanded making her eyes flutter. “I’ve wanted you so bad, it’s turned into an obsession.”

  “Is that a good thing?” she rasped.

  “I don’t know, I’ve never felt this way before.” He lowered himself onto her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “I’ve never felt this way either. I feel high when I’m with you like you’ve drugged me.” She fisted her fingers on his shirt collar taking on his weight.

  “I might have drugged you… once,” he mumbled running the tip of his tongue along her lower lips.

  “I’m sure you did.” She smiled pushing her lips to his snaking her fingers into his dark hair.

  “It’s so hot when you are drugged, your voice… I had a tough time keeping my hands to myself,” he confessed remembering the first day of his interrogation.

  “You like my sexy voice?” she slurred enjoying what she thought was role-playing.

  “Yeah, so sexy I want to bury myself into your throat.”

  She gasped into his mouth at the delectable threat in his voice.

  “I want to fuck you so hard it scares me,” he confessed softly.

  “I want you to fuck me till I beg you to stop.”

  “Will you beg if I don’t start fucking you?” he challenged.

  “I won’t, I will use my fingers.”

  “You have no idea what my dick can do.” He bit down on her lower lip making her groan in sweet pain.

  “I don’t know what a real dick can do.” She smiled looking into his eyes.

  “What?”

  “I’ve never let a dick get this close to me.”

  He pulled back slightly looking at her. “Are you a virgin?”

  “Technically… no. I’ve had other things in me just not any random dick.”

  “What the heck? How old are you?”

  “Remember, I’m a fucking snob. I don’t let any asshole put his junk in me… just this asshole.” She took a bite of the deep cleft on his chin.

  “What was the size of the junk you put in you?”

  “Standard size.” She laughed.

  “I’m no standard size, baby. Can you handle it?” he mumbled into the delicate skin of her neck as she traced a wet trail with his tongue.

  “Fuck, yeah!”

  “There’s no going back once I get started.” He slid his hand up her chest and squeezed her yearning breast making her cry out.

  “Is this how awesome you’ll sound when you come?” he growled in response to her cry of pleasure.

  “Make me come, and you’ll find out.”

  “Why the fuck are you so hot, and how is it that I’m the first one to get into such juiciness?” He trailed his fingers down to find her soaking folds.

  “I saved myself for the biggest dick in the world, and I’m not talking about your junk,” she purred making him take a bite of her neck.

  “Fuck, stop messing with me and fuck me,” she ordered.

/>   “I will when I want to,” he crooned running his tongue over her burning skin.

  “No, you won’t.” She pushed him off her forcing him to flatten his back on the mattress. She laughed victoriously as she climbed onto him straddling his waist as she removed the t-shirt she had on.

  He held her by her hips as she put herself on display, her soft mounds constricted in a fire red bra, her skin glowing under the light, and the heat of her epicenter warming his skin as she rubbed against him like she couldn’t wait.

  “Are you ready to beg now?”

  “No,” she growled reaching for the clasp of her bra to pull it open making her breasts bounce out of the bra cups. She leaned forward sliding it off and took the peaked nipple to tease his lips.

  Sid lay in bed having the best time of his life—no woman had turned him on so much, and she was a fucking virgin. He was worried he would blast off with just her tease. He wanted to be buried deep inside her when he did, and he knew it would be different and mind-blowing.

  “You will fuck me now,” she ordered as he sucked her nipple into his warm mouth digging his fingers into her ass cheeks so hard he was sure he dented them forever. He switched taking the other nipple between his teeth making her pool.

  She pulled her nipple out of his mouth and started to move away from him. She barely moved a few inches away before he caught her pulling her back to him.

  “Where do you think you are going?”

  “I’ll go get my toy if you aren’t going to fuck me,” she growled.

  “Not on my watch. I’ll make you flush your toys down the drain after tonight.”

  “Really,” she challenged feeling her heart thumping as he pinned her to the mattress bringing his weight back onto her. This time he brought his steely shaft to rub against her throbbing clit over the silky panties that had a moist patch.

  She gasped taking in the sheer presence of the beast between her legs and knew she would be stretched like never before.

  “I wonder if you will be able to walk tomorrow.” He squeezed her breasts hard.

  “All talk and no action!”

  “You are in so much trouble.” He yanked her panties half way down her thighs before going lower to her depths like her arousal was calling him. “How the fuck are you so wet?”

  “Do you not like it?” She arched her back sticking her breast higher up in the air. The twitching between her legs had evolved into a dull ache as her muscles clenched in anticipation.

  “I don’t like it at all,” he hummed running his tongue ever so slowly like he wanted to eat her forever.

  “Are you man enough to make me come without all the playing?” she rasped and wondered what had gotten into her.

  “Don’t ever question my manhood, beautiful.” He barked as he brought his lips to her kissing her so hard she thought her lips were going to burst. She didn’t care how hard he kissed her, she wanted more as the last word that rolled off his lips played on repeat in her head.

  He got off her for a few moments, and she watched him kick off his shorts to bring the hot rod into her line of sight. She swallowed at the sheer size of his virility.

  “You ready, baby?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she bounced over the waves of pleasure building up inside her.

  He ran the tip of his hardness once along her inner lips before sliding into her like he owned the place. She gasped taking in his girth and felt the stretch.

  “Oh my God, Sid. I’ve never felt like this.”

  “Hold on, baby, it’s going to be a rough and fun ride.”

  “Make my wait count, make me want to suck only your dick.”

  He groaned his delight as he pulled out of her only to bury himself deeper into her depths, and he continued switching angles with every thrust. There was one angle where she thought she was going to go blind with pleasure if he touched it one more time.

  He knew he found her sweet spot when her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she moaned out a cry. “That’s right, baby, I know what I’m doing.”

  “So cocky!”

  He held her hips and built up the rhythm as his balls tightened. He knew he was ready to blast. He pulled out with great difficulty and scrambled to find the condom in his pocket.

  She opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the package ripping and bit her lip. She watched him roll on the condom and wondered how he tasted. She wanted to taste every inch of his ripped body starting with the pink tip of his rod.

  He leaned forward to kiss her. “I can’t stop myself from kissing you when I should be fucking you.”

  “I want it all.” She pulled him onto her not letting go of his lips.

  He raised his hips and ordered, “Put me in you.”

  She held him, her fingers barely wrapped around his thickness before guiding him down her deepest depths as he kissed her sucking the air out of her lungs.

  He kissed her like he couldn’t breathe without sucking the air out of her, and she moaned digging her nails into his arms. She was overwhelmed with the sensations and thrills running through her body. She swirled in her lust while falling into an abyss of pure delight as he thrust into her harder and deeper with every drive.

  She moaned imploding and felt the seismic energy ripple through her. She bit down on his lower lip unable to handle the intensity of the thrills threatening to shred her body to pieces. She was lost in the sea of lust when she felt him stiffen, and she came endlessly when she felt the heat of his desire for her against her inner walls as they closed in around him.

  “Sid, I never knew it would be like this.” Her voice was a hot whisper in his ear as he collapsed next to her pulling her trembling body into his chest.

  Sid held her to him realizing he never expected it to be so phenomenal. He got a taste of sex involving more than just the physical attraction and hunger. She had fueled him enough for him to set her being on fire. Her breathing was strained as she slipped into sleep, her cheek to his chest. He planted a kiss on her head enjoying the taste of his own blood on his lips—the puncture wound on his lip bringing him immense pleasure for making her lose to him.

  *****

  The morning sun was annoyingly bright and what was more annoying was his phone rumbling nonstop somewhere in the room. He moved only to pull her warm body closer to him. Her hair was still slightly damp from their early morning tryst in the shower. A thrill ran through him just at the memory of her pillow lips swirling around his thickness. He couldn’t forget the sensations he felt when she moaned closing her eyes as she drank up his desire like it was nectar.

  Sid ignored the buzzing taking a whiff of her dark silky hair and felt like his day was made. She smelled sweet like she was the best dessert. All he could think of doing was eat her starting with her juicy cunt. He wanted her to rest so he could have her all night like he did the night before.

  He slid off the bed, tucking her under the sheets. He pulled on his boxers and looked around for his phone. He found his shorts he had worn the previous night on the floor and knew his phone had to be in one of the pockets. He fished out his phone and stepped out of her bedroom closing the door behind him.

  John had called him thirty times, and his voice messages were overflowing. “What the fuck?” He dialed John’s number back.

  “Sid!” John’s voice rang in his years.

  “Wow, good morning to you, too, sir,” he teased noticing John had addressed him with his name.

  “Sir, encrypt the call,” John ordered.

  Sid knew something was going on. “Hang on.” He turned on the security to the connection.

  “What’s going on, John?”

  “Sir, I just met the owner of the homeless refugee camp in Lanesville.”

  “Okay… and?”

  “Sir, this man is the Guardian.” John was breathing heavily into the phone.

  “John, slow down. What are you talking about?”

  “Sir, I went to meet the owner of the homeless shelter, and
he is her father. He is the Guardian… Guardian of the Galaxy.”

  Sid’s mind blanked out for a second when the reference hit him. He had not heard the term ‘Guardian of the Galaxy’ in years, and his heart started to beat rapidly. “John… Is Amy…”

  “Our Swan, sir!” John completed the sentence for him.

  “Holy shit! Are you sure?”

  “I recognized him, sir, but wasn’t sure until I dug up their background. They did everything they could to keep her safe. Our prayers have been answered. I’ve added more security around the block.”

  Sid was reeling from the new piece of information as his brain processed it but did not fail to catch the excitement in John’s voice.

  “Thanks, John.” He ended the call and walked toward her bedroom, his heart banging against his ribcage. He sat next to her and gently pushed the strands of her hair away from her face.

  He looked at her beautiful face as she slept peacefully, oblivious of the threat to her life, and unaware of a nation of thirty million people who waited eagerly for the return of their royal.

  “Princess Amyra, I promise to take you back to your land and your people.” He kissed her cheek rubbing the moisture from his eyes into her skin.

  The object of his hatred and anger as a child had grown into a Swan with a promise to save him from his darkness and hundreds and thousands of other families. She was the reason for the biggest loss in his life, but his anger had turned to sympathy when he found out what she had lost as a child. Sid was angry with himself for suspecting her, the future queen of his country.

  “I promise to protect you till my last breath.” He whispered before stepping out of the room.

  Sid: Sir, we are closing the investigation.

  Eagle: I don’t understand. I thought you said you had a few loose ends.

  Sid: Sir, the person under investigation is the Swan.

  Eagle: I don’t understand.

  Sid: My roommate Amy is Princess Amyra Jane Charles.

  Eagle: How? Are you sure?

  Sid: The Guardian has been located.

  Eagle: Guard her Sid. She is your responsibility.