by Susan Stoker
“I’ve always wanted you, but I’ve been buried too deep in my own thoughts and feelings to be a man and tell you how I felt.” I watched as the pulse at the base of her neck jumped, her pupils dilating, her breathing increasing. I leaned in an inch, our mouths so close if I said one word they’d brush together.
“Is this for real?” she questioned softly, her eyes so big as she stared at me.
“I want it to be our reality.” I wasn’t going to lie, or pretend that what I wanted wasn’t authentic. I wanted her to know that in my heart I was genuine, that I truly needed her in my life.
“But your family, the media?” She breathed out harshly and I could see she was afraid, nervous. “The Crown?”
I shook my head, knowing that she would have worried about all this, but wanting to reassure her. “None of that matters.” I cupped the side of her face, her skin warm, soft. “Just tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
Please tell me I’m the one you want.
“Tell me what you want.” I had my hand on the back of her head now, keeping her close, a part of me afraid she’d leave, that the subtle things I’d seen in her were wrong. I worried maybe it had all been in my head, that she didn’t want me, that I just needed her so much I’d envisioned the entire thing.
“You.” And when she said that one word, with a little breathy moan that had me groaning, I couldn’t stop myself from what I did next.
I leaned in and kissed her.
***
Daisy
He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe, until I clung to him like there was nothing else keeping me stable. My heart was in my throat, beating wildly, intensely, threatening to come right out of my skin.
He pulled away, the flavor of him coating my lips, tongue, the very part of me that ached the most. Lennon consumed me.
He wanted me, which seemed surreal all in itself.
The feel of his mouth on mine was a heady reminder of all I’d been missing, of all I’d wanted since I realized I needed him in my life.
“Tell me again what you want,” he said low, his breath moving along my face, sending tendrils of desire racing to my marrow.
God, is this really happening?
“You, I want you.” I couldn’t breathe. “I’ve always wanted you but was too afraid to say anything.” I’d worried about crossing lines, being humiliated because he didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t know how his family would react, the news, the country, if they knew I was in love with Prince Lennon.
But all of that seemed so trivial now.
Before I knew what was happening, he had his hands on my waist and was pulling me onto his lap. I gasped, this forward action making me feel exposed, heated. I’d never been with a man, never even thought about being with one until I realized I wanted Lennon.
My legs were now on either side of his waist, and he settled back against the couch, getting comfortable, making this intimate. I felt exposed, like I couldn’t even think rationally over what was going on.
He watched me for long seconds, his gaze heavy-lidded, his face and body so masculine I couldn’t help but feel all female with him.
He’d always been in the forefront of my mind, taking residence there, refusing to leave. I’d wanted him closer, so close I was suffocating from it all.
“What made you want to say anything now?” I finally said, wanting to know why the sudden change in him, why he’d wanted to admit this now.
He was silent for long seconds, but still had his hands on my waist. “I was tired of pretending, tired of thinking that I didn’t deserve to be happy. I meant to tell you soon, because I didn’t want to wait anymore.” He slid his hand up my waist and cupped the side of my neck. “Then I heard that you were going out, and all I could think about was a bunch of drunken assholes having their hands on you.” I felt the slightest pressure of his hand on my neck.
I didn’t want to think anymore. The chemistry that bounced between us was this living entity. I wanted to explore it, to get consumed in all that was Lennon. All I wanted was to be with Lennon in every possible way. Such desire coursed through me that there was no denying this was exactly what was supposed to happen.
And because I felt bold, I was the one to lean in and claim his mouth.
Chapter Five
Lennon
She kissed me and it was like this beast broke free in me. I gripped her waist and hauled her on top of my lap. With her legs spread on either side of my thighs, and her chest pressed right to mine, this thrill of dark desire moved through me.
I reached up and wound my hand around her hair, my fingers tangled in the long strands. I brought her impossibly closer, so fucking close that our teeth clashed together and she moaned for me. We parted for only a second and I stared into her eyes. “I’m keeping you,” I said in this harsh whisper, not about to deny what I wanted, what I needed.
The way her eyes widened slightly, and hearing and feeling her breath rush out of her, turned me on even more, made me this animal for her. I nearly groaned, thinking about telling her what I wanted to do to her, the filthy images that I could admit were running through my head.
I tightened my hold on her hair. “There are so many fucking filthy things I want to do to you, how I’d make you mine.”
“Tell me,” she gasped.
“I want you bared for me, your legs spread so I could see the most intimate pink part of you.” I groaned at her reaction. “I’d lick your entire body, make you come with my mouth alone, and then I’d plunge my cock deep in your pussy.” I had my other hand on her waist and used a little bit of pressure to get her to start rocking back and forth on me.
Yeah, Daisy was really getting into this.
“God, I’m so hot, so ready,” she whispered. I had no doubt she could feel exactly how hard I was for her.
We were both breathing so hard, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control. I lifted my hips slightly, pressing my erection against her pussy. She started moving faster on me. I grunted and closed my eyes, the feeling of her rocking on top of me almost too much.
“God,” she whispered, her eyes closed.
I needed to see her get off while doing this, while rubbing herself on me.
“Oh, fucking hell yes. That’s it, baby.” I ground out those words. “I want to watch you come unhinged.” I gripped her waist with both of my hands and helped her in her motions, back and forth, harder and faster.
“God, yes, Lennon.”
I stared into her face, watching the pleasure morph across her expression. “That’s it.” I was breathing so damn hard. And then she came for me.
She tossed her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned out deeply. Her mouth was parted and her body tightened as she came undone. When she relaxed, I grabbed her hair again and forced her to look at me. I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe.
She pulled back. “I want to be with you right now.”
Yeah, she was primed for me. I lowered my gaze to her mouth, loving that her lips were red, swollen, and that there was a glossy sheen covering them from our kiss. And when I placed my thumb on her bottom lip, pulled the flesh down, and let it fall back into place, I groaned in lust. I pushed the digit into her mouth, every part of me coming alive even more. I made her suck on my thumb, loving how she sucked on it and then ran her tongue along the pad.
I didn’t want to deny her.
I didn’t want to deny myself either.
“Be with me now,” she whispered, and I felt my cock jerk.
I pulled her in close and claimed her mouth, shoving my tongue deep in her mouth, fucking her with the muscle like I’d soon do between her thighs.
While still kissing her, I curled my body around hers, bringing her impossibly close to me. Her breasts pressed right to my chest.
“Rub yourself on me, baby.” I didn’t even care how fucking dirty I sounded. I needed to say these things.
I stared into her face as she started moving her hips bac
k and forth on me, working me over in this sweet, almost innocent way. I was fucking depraved for the things I wanted to do to her. I didn’t stop myself from kissing her again. I gently bit at her lip, tugging at the soft, succulent flesh.
With my hands on her waist, I made sure to keep her right where she was, helping her work herself on me.
I broke the kiss, breathing hard, heavy. “Tell me this is what you want, that we can just say fuck off to everyone and everything else,” I murmured, running my tongue over first her top lip and then the bottom one. She moaned, and I couldn’t help kissing her again. She pressed down on me especially hard, and my control snapped.
“I want you, and fuck everyone else,” she whispered.
My mouth went dry, my cock jerked, and everything in me went on high alert.
“Christ.” I lowered my focus to her chest. The large mounds pressed against the material of her shirt. I could see the outline of her nipples, the hard little beads making my mouth water.
“You’re watching me like you’re starving.”
I breathed out slowly. “I’m so hungry for you.”
And I was, so fucking hungry.
Chapter Six
Daisy
Lennon was possessive in the way he touched me, made me feel good. I didn’t deny that this made me nervous, that having sex for the first time—with the Prince, no less—made this string in me tighten, threatening to snap, about to take me down into the abyss.
“I want you,” I found myself whispering, saying the words that had been buried for so long. It was only a few seconds before he was in front of me, my body pressed right to his, the scent of him surrounding me.
“Wrap your arms around me, Daisy.”
I did as he said, feeling his strength consume me, wash through me, making me feel like I was on a ledge. His erection pressed right against my belly, thick and long, and foretelling of what was to come.
I was wet, soaked in fact. My panties were saturated, the material rubbing along my sensitive folds. He made this low sound deep within his chest as he walked us backward, his mouth on my throat, his teeth and tongue ravishing me there. I felt his erection digging into my belly. Lennon was huge, his dick thick and long, like this steel rod between us.
I felt the wall stop our movement, and this gasp of surprised pleasure filled me.
“I want to give you everything,” he said as he kissed a path along my neck. “I want to make you know what it means to be properly loved.”
Love.
Tingles spread throughout my entire body, settling right between my thighs.
“I want to touch you everywhere, memorize every part of you until you’re engrained in my brain.” He said the last word on this guttural groan and then dug his dick farther into my belly. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you everywhere.”
“I should go slow, be easy with you. You deserve that and so much more.”
My entire body felt like it would combust at any second.
“I know what you want, what you need, Daisy,” he said against the side of my throat, his lips moving as he spoke, his warm breath fanning along my sensitive skin. He ran his tongue along the arch of my neck. I felt the chill in the air when he was no longer pressed against me, and goose bumps formed on my body.
I stared at him, looking so big and intimidating, so powerful and… aroused for me. The outline of his erection pressing against his slacks was huge, if not intimidating.
“I want to see you bared, want to see every part of your skin exposed for me.”
A shiver covered me, took hold and refused to let go. I didn’t want it to leave, didn’t want to feel exposed because it was gone.
“Show me, baby. Let me see what will be mine soon enough.”
I didn’t know why things were happening so fast, but I wasn’t going to stop this or slow it down. This was exactly what I’d wanted to do for longer than I cared to admit. I wanted to explore this with Lennon, not caring that he was a prince and I was a commoner.
I found myself undressing, watching the way Lennon stared at me, seeing how excited he was for this. I felt like I was drowning in a current, just allowing myself to go with the flow, let it carry me wherever it wanted to.
And then he started undressing, and I was locked on the sight of him, frozen in place at all the hard muscle and perfection that was revealed.
“I’m going to make you mine so fucking hard.”
The air left me, his words playing in my head over and over again. I could see the way his jaw worked as he appraised me, took in every inch of my body. He was gritting his teeth, his entire body tense.
Heat blossomed in me like never before.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Daisy.” He took a step closer to me. “I could come just looking at you.”
His words were sharp, like a knife running along me. I stood there for long seconds, not moving, not even breathing as he looked his fill. And God, he was looking his fill.
I finally took a stuttering breath. I was bared for him, every part of me on display. I looked down at the erection he sported. He was huge, thick and long, and the crown was slightly wider than the rest of him, a dot of pre-cum at the tip.
He had his palm wrapped around his dick, and he stroked himself, his focus on my body. “Come here,” he commanded, and I obeyed.
I wasn’t about to say no, not when I was so worked up I couldn’t even think, let alone breathe. Forcing myself to move was hard, though. My legs felt like rubber. His focus was on my lips, and I involuntarily licked them. He groaned in response.
Lennon leaned in close, his mouth right by mine. “I want to be inside of you, want to feel you come for me,” he whispered.
And then he had his mouth on mine. I desperately wanted him to do between my thighs what he was doing to my mouth. His lips and tongue were working me over like nothing I’d ever experienced before, like nothing I ever thought I could experience.
He broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard. “I hope you’re ready, because I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this.” He gave me this soft kiss after he spoke. “And I don’t know if I can stop myself from claiming you fully.”
Good, because I didn’t want him to stop, not ever.
Chapter Seven
Lennon
I wasn’t going to be a savage about claiming her, about making her finally mine. My mouth was on hers once more, my tongue fucking her the way my cock would soon enough. I moved away only long enough to get out of my clothes. She held her arms out to me, and I went closer.
My entire body went tight when she ran her hand over my chest, her touch light but hesitant. That small graze of her fingers along my skin made me feel so many things. My cock was so hard I knew I wouldn’t last when I finally had her as mine.
I was desperate to make her feel good, for her to cry out in pleasure for me. “I need you on my bed, spread out for me, waiting for me to make you feel good.”
And when she was in the position I desperately needed her in, I could have gotten off just from looking at her. She was all gorgeous lines and feminine features. Her breasts were full, the tips this light pink color, the nipples hard as rock.
I let my gaze travel over her flat belly, her long legs, and when I got to her pussy, my mouth watered. She had a trimmed triangle of dark hair, her pussy lips bare, visible. The fact I could see how wet she was for me already had me groaning. I reached for my dick again, stroking the fucker as I stared at her.
“I need you,” I said low, wanting her to know exactly what she did to me, how she made me feel. I was going to open myself up to her more than I ever had with anyone. It had been years since I’d been with a woman, and even then I’d felt empty, lacking.
I didn’t stop myself from going to her then, crawling on the bed and lying on top of her, letting her feel how hard I was for her, how much I desired her. I started kissing her, licking at her lips, sucking at her tongue. I moved my mouth down to her neck, lappi
ng at the pulse point that beat wildly there.
I nudged her thighs open even wider, wedging my body between them. My cock was so damn hard, pre-cum steadily forming at the tip. And then I started moving back and forth, pushing my cock between her folds, her pussy lips framing my cock, her slickness covering me. I grunted and groaned, and she held onto me, gasping, begging for more.
I worked myself between her legs without penetrating her, but fuck, I wanted to. I wanted to be buried deep in her body.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” I groaned against her neck. “Move with me. Get off this way.” I moved my face toward hers and started kissing her, slamming my lips down on hers. She started moving under me, gyrating her hips, giving me what I wanted, what I needed.
“God, yes, Lennon.”
Her mouth parted on mine, and I sucked in her air, giving her mine in return. I sent up a silent prayer that I wouldn’t explode before this really got started.
I moved down the length of her body, not able to help myself. I didn’t want this to end, because I wanted to make this good for her.
I had my face right by her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs keeping her legs spread for me. The scent of her made me drunk, intoxicated with my need. I lifted my gaze and stared at her.
“Let me make you feel good.” I kept my eyes locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft, her flavor exploding on my tongue. I could feel myself start to slip, knew that I wouldn’t last. The silky-smooth feeling of her along my tongue could have been my undoing, but I needed to keep my control.
I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs until my tongue was numb. I started pressing my hips into the mattress, dry fucking the hell out of it.
When I felt her let go I dragged my tongue from her pussy hole to her clit and sucked that bud into my mouth. I let it go with a light pop and moved up her body, settling right between her thighs. I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and grunted in pleasure, my hips jerking on their own. She opened her mouth wider, and I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her there.