His Royal Princess: A Billionaire Boys Club Novella

by Jessica Clare

  “I won’t say anything.” He sat up straighter in the bed, the covers falling to his waist. Hopefully they’d hide his rather rampant erection that was not being helped by Alex’s presence . . . and in that silky robe. “Why are you here? Is everything all right?”

  Instead of answering, she continued to approach the bed. When she got to his side, Luke half expected her to sit down on the edge of the bed, or the chair nearby. She crawled on top of him instead and began to kiss him.

  Damn. If this was a wet dream, he didn’t want to wake up. With a groan, Luke pushed his hand into her hair, anchoring her in place against him and kissed her with all the need that had been building over the last few weeks. Her mouth moved with his, soft and sweet, and she made a low noise of pleasure in her throat before breaking away from the embrace. “I want to make love to you, Luke.”

  “Princess . . . baby, you sure?” He could feel her trembling against him.

  She nodded and buried her face against his neck. “I want us to be together in all ways. Do you . . . do you want me?”

  Did he want her? Was she crazy? He was going mad with wanting her. He slid her off of him and onto the bed so she lay next to him. Then, he took her hand in his and carefully moved it down under the sheets until she could feel the bulge of his aching erection. “What does this tell you?”

  Her small gasp was gratifying. “That . . . I might have interrupted something before I came in?”

  He chuckled and leaned in to nuzzle her lovely mouth. That hand on his cock was doing crazy things to him. “You can’t blame a guy with no TV and no Internet. Gotta do something to pass the time. I was thinking about my princess.”

  Her hand tightened on his shaft, and the breath nearly hissed from his throat.

  “You were thinking about me?” she asked, breathless.

  “Always.” Luke’s hand trailed down her side. “I think about you obsessively.”

  “I’m glad I’m not the only one,” she said with a soft smile. Her hand squeezed his shaft and balls. “Though I haven’t gone to this level.”

  “Do princesses not masturbate?”

  A little shocked gasp escaped her throat.

  “I’m going to take that as a no.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. “Hollywood actors do, though. Especially when they’re dating sexy princesses.”

  The look in her eyes was soft, and she bit her lip while gazing at his mouth. Her hand hadn’t moved from its spot on his cock, and he had to admit that he liked it there. Maybe a little too much. “You gonna keep touching me while I kiss you, Princess?”

  “Only if you like it.”

  “Oh, I like it all right.” He kissed her again, his tongue flicking against the seam of her mouth. She opened for him, and the kiss grew deeper. He thrust into her mouth and his hips moved against her hand, almost as if the two were connected. In response, she gave a soft little moan. He kissed her again, and she was content to flick her tongue against his, and he realized that she . . . probably didn’t have a lot of experience kissing. He lifted his head. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

  Alex jerked back from him, her hand flying off his cock. She looked shocked and a little embarrassed. “Why would you say that?”

  Because of that reaction right there? Because she wasn’t an amazing kisser, but what she lacked in experience, she made up in the way she reacted? Because he didn’t think that the palace let her have a lot of sleepovers? “You just seem sheltered, Alex. It’s not a bad thing. I just want to know if I need to go slower with you.”

  She relaxed at that. “I don’t care if you go slow or fast as long as we keep going.”

  “But you are a virgin?”

  Alex nodded slowly. “Does that change things?”

  “Only if you want them to.”

  “I don’t.” Her hand went to his chest and she pressed against his bare skin. “I hope you don’t think less of me.”

  “I think the world of you, Alex.” He kissed her again, paying attention to that soft, pouty lower lip of hers. Then he kissed lower, moving down her chin, then to her neck. “Surely you’ve figured that out by now.”

  She trembled underneath him and her hands went to his shoulders, as if wanting to hold on to him for strength. “I’m pretty new to . . . relationships in general. You’ll have to give me a pass on some things.”

  “Or we can just work through them,” he said with a wicked smile. “I’d be happy to show you lots of things.” Luke sat up and put his hand on the tight sash of her robe. “May I?”

  Alex nodded, everything about her body screaming shyness. This was a woman who could carry on a conversation with a dozen dignitaries at a dinner party, yet she was shy around him? It was strange and humbling. He wanted to put her at ease, but other than plying her with alcohol, he’d have to use words to make her relax.

  Words were something Luke was good at. Granted, they were usually other people’s words, but Alex’s loveliness inspired him. “I love how soft your skin is,” he said, lifting his hand from the sash at her waist and deciding to stall for a moment. Instead, he brushed the backs of his knuckles along her jaw. “How your skin feels like petals against mine. How lovely you are.” His knuckles dragged lower, down the elegant column of her neck and to the gape of the material between her breasts. He skimmed the soft skin there, and then leaned in to kiss it.

  She gasped, and her hands went to his hair.

  “Too fast?” he asked, slowly kissing that small patch of bare flesh between her cleavage. She smelled like scented soap here, and her skin was warm and so soft that it made him ache all over. He wanted to caress every damn inch of her.

  “I’m fine.” Alex was breathless, but her fingers were curled in his hair and she hadn’t pulled him away from her. He felt her quiver when his tongue flicked out against her skin. He loved that small quiver. He couldn’t wait for her to quiver like that when he put his tongue on her pussy.

  “So you don’t mind me kissing you?”

  Her little laugh was breathless. “I might die if you stopped.”

  “Oh, I don’t plan on stopping.” He flicked his tongue over her skin and then dragged the fabric open a little more using his chin. She squirmed a little but didn’t move away, so he decided to take the next step. His hand went back to the sash and he sat up, watching her face as he slowly pulled the knot undone.

  Her eyes were shining in her face, her lips parted slightly, and she looked so very intent and serious that he wanted to kiss her and tickle her at the same time. Sex was about fun and release, but Alex looked as if she would somehow fall to pieces if he made a joke or laughed.

  He resolved then and there he’d treat her like she was the fucking goddess that she was. Because he never wanted her to doubt herself for a moment. He wanted to worship her the way she deserved.

  The knot fell open, and he pushed the fabric apart, his mouth dry.

  Alex’s body was gorgeous. He’d suspected that, of course, but ogling her while clothed was very different than viewing her while half naked and stretched out in his bed. Her skin was a creamy pale, with a tiny mole here and there. Her breasts were small and high, with pale pink tips that were taut with excitement. Her belly curved in, her navel a perfect little dip. She wore a tiny pair of silky, pale-pink panties with lace on the edges that looked downright demure and sinful all at once. Her hips were flared and she had a little more padding there, giving her a plump, cushiony ass that would be fucking gorgeous to hold on to while he pumped into her from behind.

  His cock jerked in response to the thought. Luke closed his eyes and groaned. “God, you’re beautiful. Can I touch you?”

  “Of course.”

  “Anywhere?”

  Her breathless laugh was utterly beautiful. “I’m not going to stop you, Luke. That’s why I came in here. I want you to touch me.” Her fingers flexed against his
skin.

  Then he was going to stop asking and start taking. Luke pushed the fabric of the robe aside until all of her body was revealed to him, and he skimmed a knuckle down her belly, contemplating her. Her skin prickled in reaction to the small touch, goose bumps rising on her skin. Her nipples were twin beads, hard and tight, and he wanted to taste them.

  Hell, he wanted to taste all of her. He was feeling downright greedy at the moment.

  “Can . . . can I see you naked, too?” Her shy voice broke into his thoughts.

  He mentally cursed himself for being a wound-up idiot. Of course she wanted to look, too. He pushed the blankets away and then kicked them off to one side, letting them tumble to the floor. It left him in his boxers and nothing else, and her gaze roamed over him appreciatively. One finger trailed down his arm, outlining a vein on his bicep, and he imagined her doing the same thing to his cock.

  He nearly spilled in his shorts at the thought. And then he wanted them off, pronto, so she could look her fill at him like he was with her. Luke got up from the bed, practically ripped the shorts off, and flung them aside. He knew he had a good body: Hollywood required their leading men to be sexy and buff, especially action stars. He’d never really been all that interested in feminine approval until this moment, though. His hands went to his hips, and his cock jutted out as he strolled next to the bed where Alex reclined. “You okay with me naked, still?”

  Her mouth curved into a dimpled smile. “I’ve seen naked men before, Luke. There is such thing as the Internet.”

  He grinned back at her. Imp. “Seeing and touching are two different things, though.”

  “Then I promise not to touch just yet.”

  Damn. He wanted to earn those touches. “I’m not going to hold myself to the same promise,” he said, climbing back onto the bed and leaning over her. “Because I’m going to touch you everywhere.”

  He saw her visibly tremble again. “You are?” Her voice was achingly soft.

  Luke gave a slow nod, and then moved up to kiss her mouth, then began to kiss slowly downward. To her neck, her collarbone, and finally, to those pretty breasts he’d been dying to touch for over a month now. His lips moved over that soft, soft skin and gently nipped at the slope of one breast. He moved his way to the tip and licked one nipple, dragging his tongue against it.

  Alex made a soft whimper in her throat, and her hands stole to his hair again. “God, Luke . . .”

  If she kept making noises like that, he was going to start whimpering himself. He flicked his tongue over the nipple again, and his hand went to her other breast, cupping it and then teasing the nipple in tandem with his mouth. She gasped and clung to him, her back arching as he teased her.

  “Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” he murmured, then kissed one pink nipple before sucking it into his mouth again.

  “If I liked it any more, I might fall apart,” Alex whispered, and moaned again when he rewarded her with a scrape of his teeth over the sensitive nub. Her hips bucked under him, and she was moving in the bed, pushing up against him.

  He massaged her breasts and then began to kiss her stomach. Those silky, pale panties were bothering him. He wanted to rip them off of her and bare her to his gaze. He wanted to bury his mouth in her hot flesh and feel—and taste—her need.

  And he reminded himself that he needed to go slow, damn it. Because Alex said she’d seen things on the Internet, but seeing and experiencing? Not the same, and he wanted to make her crave him as much as he craved her. So . . . slow and sensual. No ripping of panties . . . yet.

  Luke moved lower, his tongue dipping against her belly button. His hands went to her panties and he brushed his fingers against the band, then paused, waiting to gauge her reaction. She moved against him, pushing against his hands, and wiggled as if trying to get rid of the scrap of fabric.

  That was good enough for him. He tucked his fingers in the fabric and dragged the tiny panties down her thighs. And then he studied her. Darker blonde hair, neatly trimmed. A hint of pink lips peeping out from the cleft of her sex. Her curls were damp, indicating she was aroused.

  And she was squirming. Not much, just enough of a wiggle to let him know she was acutely aware of his gaze.

  “What?” Alex asked after a moment. “You’re staring.”

  “Just admiring the view,” he drawled. “And trying not to lick you up one side and down the other.”

  Her breath caught in her throat, and she went still. “Is that a bad thing?” she asked after a moment.

  Luke chuckled and flung the panties aside. He’d find them later, and maybe tuck them away for safekeeping so he could further obsess over her. “Not a bad thing at all. You’ve just got a very pretty pussy.”

  “Thank you,” she said, her voice quite serious.

  God, she was adorable sometimes. “Why don’t you put one of those thighs on my shoulder?”

  Her brow drew down. She lifted a knee to comply, and then a hot blush moved over her face. “Luke, I’m not sure—”

  She was thinking too much. He just wouldn’t give her time to think, then. He pushed forward, between her thighs, and buried his mouth against her skin. Her loud gasp was almost as gratifying as the way she clung to his hair next, as if she’d fall apart if she let go.

  Perfect.

  And then her taste was on his tongue, and he forgot all about going slow. He groaned against her skin, resisting the urge to fling her thighs back to her ears and fuck the daylights out of her. “You’re so damn wet, Alex. All this because of me, Princess? Were you this wet before you got here?”

  She didn’t answer, just quivered. That was all right, he knew what her silence meant. It meant he’d guessed and she was embarrassed. He didn’t want her to be embarrassed; he wanted her to love everything he was going to do to her. So he carefully parted her folds and explored her with lips and tongue. Each soft fold, the tiny bump of her clit, the hood covering it—he left nothing unexplored. His tongue dragged over all of it, and her hands knotted in his hair, small whimpers escaping her as he took his time. He dipped lower, finding the source of her honey, and stroked his tongue over her core. Alex sucked in a breath, her body stiffening, and he wondered if she was close to orgasm.

  It was suddenly important that he make her come more than once tonight. So Luke slid a hand between her legs and pressed a finger at the entrance to her core while his mouth found her clit. He rubbed the tip of his tongue against it even as his finger pressed into her.

  She gasped and jolted on the bed, her hips bucking.

  “Too much?” He asked, lifting his head.

  She gave a quick, trembling shake of her head and pushed him back down in a silent plea for more. Sweet princess. He pushed his finger deep, groaning inwardly at how tight she was. Either she was tense, or this was going to get unpleasant for her at some point. He hoped it was tension—he wanted nothing but pleasure for his Alex. So he concentrated on making her come. His tongue expertly played and flicked at her clit, circling the small bud and sucking, trying to determine what touches she liked best. His finger stroked slowly in and out of her, and he tongued her in time with the motion, noticing that it made her quiver deep inside when he did so.

  Alex’s thighs spread wider, and she moaned, her hips undulating as he sped up his rhythm, finger and mouth moving in harmony. Her moan changed to small gasps, and her thighs jerked, as if wanting to snap shut. She pulled at his hair, panting. “Luke. Oh. Oh, Luke. Wait. I think—”

  A new burst of wetness touched his tongue and he groaned against her skin. “I’ve got you, baby.” He added a second finger to the first one deep inside her, and his thrusts grew stronger.

  A soft keening noise escaped Alex’s throat, only to be muffled a moment later. He wanted to look up but couldn’t—if he broke his rhythm, she wouldn’t come, and he knew she was close. Her pussy was clenching around his fingers, clamping down o
n him, and her thighs were trembling nonstop. He kept going.

  “Oh,” she said brokenly, and then he felt her entire body clench around him. Her heel dug into the mattress, and she gave a guttural groan as her pussy milked at his fingers and she came against his tongue.

  Beautiful.

  Luke continued to lick her clit, wringing out every bit of pleasure from her, until Alex was whimpering, little twitchy shudders moving through her in time with each drag of his tongue. And he felt . . . fucking good. Oh, sure, his cock was about to explode, and his pulse throbbed in his ears, but seeing Alex come? Feeling her come around his fingers? Knowing that he’d been the first to give her that pleasure?

  It was incredibly heady. Luke lifted his head and saw she was biting down on a knuckle, sweat beaded on her forehead. She looked dazed and flushed, and gave him a heavy-lidded glance a moment before popping her finger out of her mouth. She said nothing, just panted and stared at him with her heart in her eyes, utterly vulnerable.

  And god, he loved her in that moment.

  He kept it to himself, of course. A man who declared love in bed was a man not to be trusted. But seeing Alex like this? Flushed with pleasure under him? It made Luke feel insanely possessive and hungry for even more of this. He wanted to wake up with her in his bed for the rest of his life.

  But all in due time.

  Luke slid up her body and propped himself up on his elbows over her, then leaned in to give her a soft kiss. “You okay, Princess?”

  She nodded slowly, still panting. “It’s just never been that intense . . . before.” Her gaze slid away from his.

  “When you touched yourself?”

  She gave a shy smile and pressed her fingers to his mouth to hush him. “Princesses don’t masturbate,” she told him in her starchiest voice.

  He snorted. “It’s a good thing you’re a very naughty princess then, isn’t it?” He nipped her lower lip and pressed his cock against the cradle of her sex. She was so hot and wet there he was dying to bury himself in her. But he needed condoms.