Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  I’d been to his place a few times before, but we mostly hung out at mine. He was a guy’s guy, and didn’t do much with the apartment. Only, things were way different than the last time I’d been here. I barely got a look before he descended on me.

  “You have curtains,” I said with surprise as he pressed me against a wall and buried his face in the side of my neck.

  His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin below my ear and sucked, and it sent pleasure coursing through me. I closed my eyes and sank an inch down the wall. Holy shit, that felt good.

  I was too low for him. He slid his hands down the backs of my legs, and in one quick jerk, he had me lifted and pinned to the wall, supporting me with his hands on my ass. The short skirt of the dress corded around my waist. This change in position was so much better. It made it easier to kiss him. Easier to squeeze my thighs around his hips and rock against him, grinding our lower bodies together.

  There were paintings hung on the wall, replacing the old OSU poster he’d taped up. A golden pattern filled the oversize canvases and gave the room a sunny feeling. They were big, and warm. Just like him.

  Julius’s bulk, even from the moment I’d met him, never intimidated me. He didn’t act aggressive unless provoked, and in his dominating presence, all I felt was safe. The feeling intensified as I was held against the wall, cradled in his arms so he could shower kisses along the slope of my neck.

  I shivered as his breath rolled down the low-cut neckline of my dress, and I arched my back, thrusting my breasts in his face. He murmured a quiet approval, and just the sound of it was delicious.

  I’d spent years mastering balance and core strength for cheerleading. I was no stranger to being lifted by a strong guy. I was comfortable being launched high in the air and tumbling without disorientation. Yet, all that practice didn’t prepare me for this. Three feet off the ground and held steady in Julius’s thick arms made me off-balance and dizzy.

  I was going to fall, but only metaphorically.

  I cupped my hands on his cheeks and kissed him with total abandon. Like it was the most natural thing. But the world was spinning and I gripped him tighter—

  It wasn’t the earth that was suddenly moving, it was him. He pulled us away from the wall and carried me toward his couch. He turned at the last moment, dropping down to sit so I was in his lap, straddling him.

  “Is this couch new?” I asked.

  He was distracted as his hands slid up my back, searching for the zipper. “Yeah. I got a decorator. She finished last week.”

  A decorator? I smiled. He wasn’t a boy anymore, and he had a grown-up apartment to prove it. I craned my neck and took a good look at the place. It was sophisticated and manly, but still… friendly. Easy and inviting.

  Everything reminded me exactly of him.

  “She’s good,” I murmured as he inched my zipper down. “Do you have her card?”

  “Nah, Noemi’s a friend. Does the decorating shit as a hobby.” His hands slowed as he tugged at the strap of my dress, easing it over my shoulder. His voice went low. “You really wanna talk about my couch and curtains right now?”

  He leaned forward, pressing his damp lips to my newly-exposed skin.

  “No,” I said breathlessly. Goosebumps burst from his soft kiss, radiating outward, and my heart skipped faster as his mouth worked lower. He peeled the dress and my bra down, inch by painfully slow inch, kissing my skin until I was shaking with anticipation.

  Hell no, I didn’t want to talk about decorating. My mind emptied of any thought except the way his soft lips felt traveling over my breasts, moving determinedly toward my nipples. They’d tightened into aching knots, and I was eager for satisfaction.

  “Oh,” I sighed as I got my wish.

  He sucked and nipped at me. The pull on my sensitive skin sent a rush of heat to my center. I yanked my arms out of the dress and bra straps, letting the fabric fall to my waist. His mouth was erotic, and worked in perfect combination with his hands, gripping me just as firm as I wanted him to.

  I squirmed in his lap, both getting relief and yet needing more. The months without a partner had amped up my sex drive until I barely recognized myself. I reached behind and set a hand on his knee for support so I could lean back and arch even more, presenting my body to him like he was a king and I was his to claim.

  Large, slightly calloused hands splayed over my topless form, and Julius made a sound of deep satisfaction. His gaze on me was heavy, full of lust. It was searing.

  His tie was smooth and soft as I curled a fist around it and yanked him to me, demanding his mouth’s attention on me once again, and he was happy to obey. It sent me into a frenzy. I wanted to go down on him, but I wanted his fingers inside me. And I needed his tongue between my legs, working me over until I was a shaking mess. And, God, I needed to fuck him, and him to fuck me, and… and…

  This thing between us started as a tiny spark but had exploded into a fire so magnificent, it threatened to consume me. I backed off the couch, climbing out of his lap, and he moved with the same urgency I did.

  Only, he was trying to pull my dress down, and even unzipped, the waist of it would never fit over my hips. Our hands tangled, trying to pull it in opposite directions when we had the same goal. We both wanted it gone.

  His handsome face was etched with concentration and a laugh broke from me. “Up,” I said. “That’s how it has to come off.”

  He grinned. As he pulled up, I slid down, getting on my knees between his parted legs and leaving him holding the dress. As he tossed it to the side, he looked at me with surprise, but I flashed him the sultriest smile I possessed.

  “You’re not going to help me?” I teased as I undid his belt buckle. He slumped down to make it easier for me to get his pants undone, but his hands threaded lightly through my hair.

  His voice was uneven. “I can’t. I’ve been wanting it so long— Fuck.”

  When I dropped his zipper, my fingers brushed over the hard bulge packed inside his pants, and he shuddered with pleasure. He lifted his hips when I tugged on the waistband of his underwear, and it was just enough to get the elastic down, unleashing him.

  “Oh, Jesus.” I came to a screeching halt.

  There was a stereotype for black men, and it was one my ex-husband didn’t fill. But Julius? Oh, yes, he did. I lifted my concerned gaze to meet his, and his eyes had a hint of pride.

  One of his hands slipped down to cup my cheek and he brushed his thumb over my lips. “Don’t worry.” He sounded sweet and perhaps amused. “I bet we figure it out.”

  Despite my surprise, I smiled.

  His fingers moved as he worked to undo the knot at the top of his tie. His dark-eyed gaze pinned me to the floor while he slowly slid the tie free from his neck and dropped the gold silk on top of my discarded red dress.

  His eyes hooded when I wrapped my fingers around him, squeezing at the base. Gentle at first as I stroked upward, and then harder as I pushed my fist down. He groaned so deep, it sounded like it verged on pain. But his face said it was one hundred percent pleasure.

  His skin was soft as velvet, but he was hard as could be in my hands. I pumped on him, watching the motion with excited curiosity. The picture of my grip twisting down his length was so sexy, I was going to burn up inside. I loved seeing him coil and flex in reaction to my touch, and listening to his short breath, punctuated by groans.

  I shifted on my knees, settling into a more comfortable position, and leaned forward, bringing my lips to the dark tip of his cock. He jerked and swore in response, but his hand went rigid in my hair, urging me to stay.

  Urging me to do it.

  I swiped my tongue over the sensitive underside, and followed the ridge around the head. One circuit, and then I opened my mouth, and made my best attempt to take him inside.

  “Mother. Fucking. Shit.” His head flopped down onto the back of the couch with a loud thud. “I wanna watch but… damn, girl. Feels so good.”

  It was the shortest blowjo
b in the history of blowjobs, and for the first time in my life, I was disappointed it was over. Julius jammed his hands under my arms and hauled me up, only to push me down onto my back on the seat of the couch. My short blonde hair splashed in my face, and as I swiped it out of my eyes, I stared up at the enormous man kneeling over me on the couch.

  He undid the line of buttons on his shirt so fast, it was stunning, and when he pulled the dress shirt off, I held my breath. He was… exquisite. All curves and muscles stretched over a quiet warrior’s frame. I reached up. I set my small hand against his wide, hardened chest and felt the strong heartbeat thump beneath it.

  His hand covered mine, holding it pressed to his heart for a long moment, and I had to break his gaze and look away before the emotions got to me. We teetered between lust and passion, trying to find a balance between.

  He held onto my hand as he lowered down and set his lips on mine, and when his tongue dipped into my mouth, we tottered back toward lust. His kiss was greedy and… sexy. Oh, God, it was amazing how sexy he could make me feel when his tongue caressed mine, sliding in my mouth and coaxing a moan out of me.

  It was why he caught me off guard. He eased a hand between my back and the cushion, and lifted, sliding me across the couch until my shoulder blades were on the armrest. He was making more room for himself at the other end. I swallowed a deep breath and closed my eyes so I could enjoy the sensation better, mimicking the blindfold. He licked a line down my body, leaving a damp trail that was cool in the air swirling around us.

  My belly quivered as the tip of his tongue coasted over it, heading further south. His shoulders eased between my thighs, and he put his hands beneath my legs, cradling them.

  The room was quiet, other than my ragged breathing and the soft, sexy kisses he placed on me. He didn’t focus on one spot, either. He kissed the insides of my thighs, low on my stomach, the hollow where my legs met my body. I flinched at the contact of his lips right at the edge of my panties.

  Julius lifted his head and stared up at me from between my legs, and even his breath’s featherlight touch was feeding into my desire. He didn’t have to use words. I knew what he wanted. I lifted my hips and let him peel the black lace from my body, and he kissed my legs as he did it.

  I felt worshiped.

  It was like going down on me was a bigger treat for him than it was for me, and the idea almost made me giggle. Did this man have any idea how good he was with his mouth? Because he was insane. Women would kill each other to get to him if they knew.

  “Shit, yes,” I moaned as his tongue glanced over my clit.

  One long lick and my knees shook. He made a noise of contentment, and I nearly lost it right then. Hearing how much he liked it was erotic. He cradled my hips, tilting me to a better angle, and I ran my hands over his arms.

  He teased me. His indecent kiss wouldn’t stay on my clit for long. He planted more kisses on me, just to the side of where I wanted them, all while his hands slid over my body. I bowed my back as he squeezed my breast and pinched a nipple.

  “Mmm,” I moaned when his mouth returned to the spot I needed it to be.

  And again, my response was echoed by him. It was a chain reaction. When I grew louder, so did he, and it escalated until we were both sighing and moaning together. I hung over the armrest with my head tipped back, gasping for air as heat drilled into me. His tongue was urgent, fluttering and slashing, causing me to writhe on the cushions.

  My knees were up and my feet hanging in the air, and whenever I moved too much, Julius would steady me with a hand on the underside of my thigh. He held me open so he could keep giving me pleasure like I’d never had before. I clawed at the cording on the edge of the couch cushions, and stroked my hands along his shoulders. I was wild and desperate.

  The need swelled and swelled until I couldn’t hold back anymore. It burst from me in a torrent of pleasure, ripping through my system and firing along every nerve ending.

  “Yes, yes… yes,” I cried.

  He gasped loudly, like the amazing sensation washing through me was roaring right through him. I bucked, jerking away from his tongue, too sensitive to take another touch, and he pulled back, watching me as I came apart.

  Half undressed, pants undone and sagging around his thighs, he looked powerful and gorgeous. The way he looked at me with his expressive eyes made his words from earlier echo in my head.

  How could I not fall for this man? I didn’t stand a chance.

  Chapter Ten

  Julius

  Courtney’s chest was heaving. She had her eyes closed and a hand on her forehead, looking like I’d put her through the wringer. But then she gave me a blissed-out smile, and I felt twenty goddamn feet tall.

  The noises she’d made when I was going down on her… Jesus. If I was a weaker man, they’d have killed me. Those soft moans. The gasps. Her whimpers. My cock jerked again even as the sound faded from my ears.

  Her eyes fluttered open in time to see me slide my first two fingers in my mouth. She was already wet, and I’d gotten her to come, but a little more prep wasn’t gonna hurt anything.

  Her lips rounded into a silent ‘oh’ as I worked my first finger inside her. She was draped over the edge of the couch, her tits pointing to the ceiling, and looking at them made my mouth water. Wait a minute. Every fucking inch of her did that.

  I was up on my knees and gripped the back of the couch to keep my shit stable. She was tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her, but I’d barely gotten the second finger in when she—

  “Please,” she said. “I want you.”

  Aw, fuck. I scooped my hands under her back and lifted, moving us so I was sitting again and she was on me like she was when I first moved us to the couch. Except, she was naked and my dick was out, and I needed my motherfucking wallet more than air.

  I sucked on her tits as I fumbled in my pockets and finally jerked the fold of leather free. I flipped it open, pulled out the condom, and dropped the rest of it to the ground. I had what I needed now.

  Her hands were on my head, holding me while I tried to do two things at once. Her tits were distracting as hell. It took longer than it should have to tear the packet open, but when she heard it, she sat back and watched me put it on.

  I’d wanted our first time to be in a bed, but the couch was good. Better. She’d be on top and set the pace. Which she’d need to do, since the size of my dick seemed to be a surprise.

  Her tiny waist felt so good in my hands, I let them hang out there. She said she wanted me, and I gave her a look that said, “C’mon and get it.”

  She laced her fingers together behind my neck, and her eyes got big as hell as she rose on her knees, shifting over me. I waited to see her lick her lips and show me she was nervous, but it didn’t happen. Her blue eyes stared back at me, and my chest tightened. Seven long years I’d hoped something like this would happen.

  I reached between us and grabbed myself at the base, holding still so she could lower down. But she lingered, hovering.

  “Oh, Jesus, Court. You gotta—”

  Her hands gripped the back of my neck and her pupils grew so big, her eyes were black. Our mouths fell open at the same time, and we exhaled loudly as I pushed inside. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and her arms shook with tension.

  “Fuck, am I hurting you?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

  She blinked and gave a weird smile, like I’d just asked a dumb fucking question. “God, no.” Her warm forehead pressed against mine. “I’m just trying to remember this.”

  I kissed her. Deep and slow, showing her I could fuck the same way if that was what she wanted. We had all night. We had tomorrow too. Maybe a lifetime, if I was a lucky enough motherfucker.

  But she moved on me, using her body to say slow wasn’t gonna do it for her. She worked her hips and I nudged further inside, all the way until I fit. Her pussy was tight as a fist. Hot, and wet, and I nearly died and went to heaven when she began to fuck me.

  “Oh,” she whispe
red. “Oh, I like this.”

  She was gonna kill me. Cause of death: Courtney Crawford. It was a great way to go.

  “Yeah?” I said softly against her ear. “How about this?”

  I squeezed her hips, getting her to stay in place, and then I moved beneath her. I thrust into her hot body, which felt so good I was gonna go out of my damn mind. I should’ve gone slower. Maybe not as deep. But she moaned and dropped her head onto my shoulder, and rode me like she loved it.

  I put my hands on her ass, pushing and pulling her to ride me faster. That got her whimpers started. She bit down on my shoulder and it made me drive harder. Finally, my mouth slammed against hers, and she kept up with me, not breaking the kiss.

  We got sweaty. Out of breath. She was trembling and twitching, and it was un-fucking-likely I was gonna last much longer. Not with the way her tits were bouncing from my hard thrusts, or her moans that were so sexy, they should have come with an explicit content label.

  I pushed her hair out of our way as we kissed, and skimmed my fingers down her body. Lots of girls didn’t come from regular sex, and Court was one of them. I knew because she’d gotten plastered after we went out and celebrated her signing the divorce papers, and her drunk lips told me all sorts of intimate shit I prayed wouldn’t get me friend-zoned for life.

  I’d had to jerk off when I got home, thinking about how I’d try to make it happen for her.

  I pressed the pads of my fingers to her clit and stirred as she hammered down on my cock. This shit was getting intense, and dire. I wanted to come. It boiled in my veins. But I really wanted her to get there first.

  “Oh, shit,” she gasped. She rocked against my hand, finding a rhythm she liked.

  “That’s it,” I said. Everything was picking up. Her tempo. My heart rate. Her moans. My urge to go off.

  “Julius, right there. Oh, fuck, right there. Right there…” she trailed off. As her words got softer, her tremors got bigger. I stirred my fingers, rubbing furiously, and the cry she let out was the sweetest fucking reward. Her muscles locked up and her pussy clamped down, strangling my dick.