We should be landing in an hour or so. Thanks to the time difference, it will be the dead of night when we land. Ana is fast asleep, her head pillowed on my shoulder. She's wearing her hair down now, and it spills across my chest like glacial melt.
She looks so sweet and innocent when she's asleep, like an angel. Both of her arms wrap around mine, and I can feel the soft rhythm of her breath against me. Nothing makes me feel more content.
I could stand to sleep myself, but then I'd miss out on watching her. As the plane starts to turn, she stirs in her sleep, licks her lips, and buries her face in my arm, as if somewhere deep down she knows she has to wake up soon and she's fighting it.
The plane jumps a little and the pilot makes the announcement. She slits up slowly, blinking and yawning, and as soon as her mouth closes, I dart in and kiss her on the lips.
"What was that for?"
"Because I wanted to."
I lean back in my seat and crush my fear of flying with a mental fist. I can't let myself look weak in front of her.
Ana takes my hand, or rather, she slips her delicate fingers through mine. I squeeze without thinking, and she squeezes back.
When our eyes meet no words are exchanged. She just smiles, and I start to tremble. She squeezes my hand in both of hers, and I press my eyes shut.
No, I can be afraid in front of her. I don't have to hide anything.
After the landing, as the plane taxies into position to let us off, Ana goes back to leaning on my shoulder. We sit there while everyone else climbs off. Queen Karen was kind enough to charter busses for us to ride back to campus.
Ana and I go last. When we get on the bus, I feel every eye on us as we walk to the back and drop down into the rearmost seat.
She clings to me for the entire ride.
When we get back to campus and the bus lets us off, we're the last to leave.
"All of my things are gone," she sighs.
"Doesn't matter. You're staying with me."
Thorlief stayed behind, and her other guard, Bjorn was his name, isn't coming anywhere near her again. She has two new ones now, Ragnar and Sven.
No, really.
They carry her suitcases as we walk back to the house. My house that I share with the Thunder Brothers. After her things are deposited in the living room, the two guards sit on the couch. I'm not sure where we're going to put them.
"Go get settled in," I tell Ana with a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going out."
"Aren't you tired?"
She tugs on my belt, trying to take me upstairs.
I don't think sleep is on her mind.
I grasp her wrist and gingerly pull her hand away. The look in her eyes could melt steel, and her half-embarrassed, half-aroused little smirk makes me start to stiffen, but I have something I have to do first.
"I'll be right back. I promise."
"Hurry up. That is a royal command."
I nod and slip out of her arms. Truth is, I'm exhausted, but she gives me an energy that seems to be without limit. Once I'm outside I run out to the Cadillac and borrow her, drive across town, and pull through the Burger King drive-through.
I return only ten minutes later carrying a bag containing two double Whoppers with cheese, a large order of French fries, and two chocolate milkshakes.
Oh, and a pair of paper crowns.
Ana smells the damn food and slips down to the kitchen. She's put her hair into a loose ponytail that swings behind her when she moves, and hungrily snatches one of the burgers to begin devouring it. I lock together the ends of her new paper crown and stand behind her to settle it on her head. I tuck her hair just so to keep it in place.
She eyes me as I sit down and put mine on, and we eat in silence.
"I owe you an apology," she says.
"Why?"
"There was a time when I believed you'd been unfaithful to me."
I sigh loudly.
"No, I owe you an apology. I should have told you Grandolf came on to me."
She nods. "We can forgive each other."
I rest my hand on hers. Her skin is so warm.
"Yes. We can."
I make no secret of being hungry as hell. I finish my burger in record time, but Ana still beats me and burps loudly in between deep pulls on her milkshake. She grins sheepishly at me, and she's so fucking cute I just want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her upstairs.
So, after shoving the remains of the meal into the garbage can, that is exactly what I do. She yelps and playfully smacks my back with her little fists as I lift her up into a fireman's carry and bear her upstairs.
I drop her on my bed, and she bounces a little, her smiling lips trembling with anticipation. I shove the door shut, lock it, and by the time I've turned around, Ana has wriggled out of everything but her underwear… and her paper crown.
After halfway ripping my own clothes off, I dive onto the bed and into her. She wraps her legs around me and our lips meet in a storm of passion, her hand slipping and scratching everywhere like she wants to touch every part of my body at once.
I know the feeling. Every part of her is magical. Her lush, heavy breasts, the soft skin on her sides, her full ass. I squeeze her butt in my hands and she gasps and bucks against me, her stomach sliding against mine. She peels her underwear off and gets on top of me, and sits on my stomach, straddling me. Her silken thighs grip my sides, and she pulls the scrunchie out of her hair so it falls down her back in an icy cascade. It's like silk when I lightly grasp her head and pull her down to kiss me again.
Feeling her warm, soft body on top of me makes me want to explode with lust. Just seeing her in her skivvies again made me hard; now I feel like there's a hot iron bar swinging between my legs.
Ana is ravenous. She kisses me like she never has before, and her hands roam everywhere. She licks and bites my neck, and her hands won't leave my cock. I have to grab her wrists and pull her hands away. I need every ounce of self-control I have.
She's nimble and slippery. Ana wriggles loose from my grip and slips down my body, dragging her soft skin and breasts over my stomach. I groan as she squeezes her breasts between arms and my cock slips between them, and then she takes me in her mouth and I go rigid, pure instinct driving me to thrust into her mouth.
God, when she looks up at me with her pink lips wrapped around my cock, the corners of her mouth twisted up into a little smile, I can barely take it. She sucks my dick like she means it, and uses her hands. It's too intense, and I push on her shoulder, trying to slow her down, but she wraps an arm around my waist and her legs around mine and uses her mouth and hand and pushes me to the edge.
"I'm gonna—"
My cock leaves her mouth with an audible little pop.
"Good."
She goes right back to it, and delivers on her promise. My whole body from my shoulders to my heels lifts from the bed as the pleasure rips through me. It feels so fucking good it hurts as I explode in her mouth. I look down and flush with excitement and pleasure as I watch her throat bob as she fucking swallows it, then takes me to the root. I can feel her damn lips at the root of my cock, and the tip of her tongue pushes into my balls.
Ana sits up all in one motion and licks her lips, then swipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
I lie there stunned for a moment.
"I am going to—" I gasp "—I am going to…." I take a deep breath. "I am going to eat your pussy until you beg for mercy."
"You have to catch me first," she says and springs from the bed.
I dart up and grab her by the arms and yank her back down on top of me, faceup. She wriggles and squirms and tries to pull loose, laughing and giggling all the while, at least until she moves just the right way and presses my still-hard cock against my stomach with her ass.
My shaft lies between her cheeks, and she slowly grinds on it, a wicked look on her face.
As my energy comes back, I surge and roll over, pinning her down. I turn her around in my arms onto her back and kiss her h
ard, ramming my tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She gasps in shock and kisses me back, so hard it makes my lips hurt. Ana takes short, little breaths and kisses me again, until she gasps and pants for air.
The look on her face when I knot my hand in her hair and pull her head back to expose her throat sends a shockwave of desire through my body. She arches her back, and I feel her pulse under my lips as I kiss and nibble her soft skin. Her nails rake my back and she tries to push me down by the shoulders.
"You like it when I take charge, Princess?"
"Please do it, Jason. I want it."
"Do what?"
"The thing…."
"Say it. Or I won't. I'll just lay here and do this."
I roll my hips and rub my cock against her stomach.
She shivers.
"Go down on me. Eat my pussy. Please."
"That's better."
I lie on her and hold her down with my weight, moving slowly, licking along her collarbone. I can't wait to taste her breasts, to feel her nipples stiffen in my lips. I grasp her upper arms in my hands so she can't wriggle loose, and try to push my head down between her legs. I'll do it when I'm good and ready, and when she's good and ready.
She mumbles a soft plea, and I take my time anyway. Ana spreads her legs as I slide down her body, and my mouth finds the soft curves of her breasts, avoiding her nipples. They tighten with need, nice and hard, like she's aching for me.
God, I want to bury my face in her mound as much as she wants it. I let go of her arms and she immediately tries to push me down, both palms on my head, but I'm too strong for her. I can feel the hot flush in her stomach, the excitement as I grow closer. She gasps and writhes when I finally suck her nipples, cupping her breasts together in my hands while I explore her skin with my tongue.
At last I relent and kiss down her stomach. When I reach her sex, she throws her legs open wide and spreads out on the bed, a contented and excited look on her gorgeous face as her stomach tightens and her mound rises to meet me. The soft, honey-colored hair on her mound tickles my chin before I taste her.
She whimpers and coils up, her legs snapping around me as I push my tongue into her body. She's already so hot that I can feel how close she is to the edge, so I go slowly, moving my tongue in long, hard strokes, pressing at her entrance, avoiding her throbbing clit. When I touch it just a little with the tip of my tongue, she jerks so hard it shakes the bed, and her heels dig into the mattress.
"Fuck me instead. Fuck me right now."
"No, not yet."
I very, very gradually work my finger inside her as I stroke her lips with my tongue and lightly tease her clit, feeling her clench around me. I stroke her inside and out, reading her movements and gasps, driving her until she starts to pant, gasping for breath. She clutches herself, arms locked around her body as her thighs press on my head. I lift her a little from the bed and bury my face in her sex, holding her up with both hands on her ass as I grind my tongue on her.
She jerks explosively and starts to coil up.
I surge up through her legs and over her, pin her down, and thrust inside her in a single motion. Her eyes almost roll back in her head, her jaw half-open and quivering with ecstasy.
It feels so fucking good I can barely stand it. I feel like I'm melting into her as she locks her legs around my hips and digs her nails into my back. The trickle I feel might be sweat or it might be blood. She pulls herself against me and I pin her into the mattress, our chests sliding against each other as we pant for breath, the air from her mouth tickling my nose until I kiss her.
Ana pulses and throbs all around me. I keep my cock shoved in her to the root, feel her quivering, hot walls grip me. She lets out an agonized squeak of pleasure as I start to thrust, reaching deeper and deeper inside her. I go slowly at first, and pull back from her ravenous kisses to watch her face twist and strain with raw pleasure. God, she's so fucking sexy.
"Come for me," I order her. "Come for me now, Ana."
"Faster, please," she pleads. "Please, faster!"
Instinct takes over. I grow wild, thrashing into her, and she writhes and scratches and nips at my shoulders, the smoldering look of raw lust in her eyes driving me on and on until I don't even think about holding back. I fuck her until I explode and keep going, my cock still painfully hard, each thrust an agony of pleasure as she tightens and tightens and tightens around me, her pussy gripping me as she arches against me and cries out, her whole body shaking as she turns red as a beet and squirms and whimpers and cries out again.
I fuck her until we both go limp on the bed. I roll off her and let her breathe. She's so hot, literally radiating heat. I gather her in my arms and pull her back to my chest, and hold her until she stops shaking.
Her eyes grow lidded. She wiggles her butt and feels that I'm still hard, turns around, and takes me in her grip. Using both hands, she strokes me until I shudder and explode all over her stomach.
"That's two for one, not fair. I need to make you come again."
She giggles. "No, it's two for three. I think. I lost count."
"Oh."
Her giggles turn into a gale of laughter. "I'm all sticky now."
"Let's clean you up."
I yank the door open and yell, "Stay out of the fucking hallway," then grab Ana and scoop her up in my arms and carry her across into the bathroom. I lock us in and turn the shower all the way up.
Once steam begins to fill the room, I pull her inside the shower and yank the curtain shut. She ducks under the hot water and smiles, eyes closed, soaking it in. I grab a bar of soap and start lathering her up, savoring the feeling of her wet skin under my hands.
There is some soaping, but it's more groping. She does the same for me. The soap drops onto the shower floor with a dull thud and my lips find hers, and we end up twisting around under the water, kissing and touching and squeezing. I try to get warm and give up when she starts shivering from the cold and pull her under the stream until the water gets cold too.
I throw a towel around my waist and grab one of the huge bath blankets and throw it around her, bundling her up in it like a big terrycloth burrito. Then I carry her back to my bed.
She sheds the towel quickly and lies naked on the bed.
"I sleep naked," she informs me.
"Good, so do I."
I hear a voice from the hallway. I'm not sure which Thunder Brother it is. They're harder to tell apart when they're yelling.
"Who used all the hot water?"
I ignore him, wrap my naked princess in my arms, and bury my face in her damp hair. I can't remember ever being this happy. Ana just grins ear to ear, until her eyes grow lidded and she starts to doze off. I watch her fall asleep before I let myself drift off, hugging her tighter to my chest as I do.
When I wake up, the first thing I hear is a playful "Let go."
"No," I tell her and tighten my arms.
"I have to pee," she blurts, and starts laughing.
She finally gets me to let go of her by finding my ticklish spots, right below my navel. I roll over, and she hops up, grabs a long shirt and throws it on, and runs across the hall. The sight of her bare legs and the knowledge that her amazing ass is completely uncovered under the flouncing fabric make me start to harden again.
I groan when I realize we're not alone in the house. I pull on some boxers and lounge pants and get up. What day of the week is this? I've lost track.
There's going to be hell to pay. The entire football team missed a game and flew to a foreign country, for one thing. Also, after checking my phone, I learn that it's now Tuesday and I've skipped most of my classes, as has Ana.
By the time we get dressed, with Ana wearing my sweat clothes instead of anything from her suitcases, all hell has broken loose. Dee has arrived and is in the kitchen with the Thunder Brothers, talking animatedly with them while they cook up a gigantic breakfast for five, which in their case means a breakfast for about sixty people.
"Grandolf is in trouble," Dee sigh
s. "A lot of trouble."
"Well, she should be." Aheahe shrugs. "Profs can't bang a student."
"She didn't bang me," I growl.
"We know. Calm down." Ana pets my arm in a soothing little gesture and hops up onto a barstool to eat.
"She's probably going to get fired. Oh hey, the new morning edition of Royal Exposé is out."
Ana and I both groan.
"It's about you guys! Sort of."
We all pull out our phones. I almost fall off my stool when I see the headline.
THE PRINCESS'S PLAYER'S BEAU: I'M HAVING THE QUARTERBACK'S BABY!
"I'm going to rip her uterus out," Ana says.
"Wait, read the story."
Ana glances up and huffs, looking down to her phone. I flip through it as she does, my eyes widening with every paragraph.
"There's a picture of her with…." Ana says.
I set my phone down on the counter so I don't crush it in my grip.
Diana Grandolf has been sleeping with Ransom Kaye. Know how I know? Because after the story broke that sent Ana back home and me chasing after her, Ransom sent some selfies to the Expose. And forwarded them some texts. Selfies of him in bed with Grandolf, and texts from her proclaiming her undying love, and that she's pregnant with his kid.
"Holy shit," Akele says, staring at his phone as he almost unconsciously flips pancakes, their undersides perfectly golden-browned. "He put videos on YouTube."
"Oh, let me see," Aheahe booms, stomping over to look.
A second later, Dee joins them.
"I told you guys they were fake," she says excitedly. "They're not even good fakes!"
"Can I save these?" Aheahe asks. "For research purposes."
Akele glares at him.
Ana starts laughing.
"So," Akele says, "she said she was having sex with Jason and she lied, to a newspaper, and she's really boning the quarterback of our hated rival team, and she has fake boobs."
"Yeah," Dee says. "Isn't this great? She is so fired."
Well, there's that.
I don't know what will happen with the football team, or the other things, but I'm eating pancakes with Anastasia Carolien Jacobina Katrien De Vries, Princess of Jyvaslka, Duchess of Karin.
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