Royally Yours

by Amy Brent

  I watched over the hedges as she chatted with the woman who had been watching me from the window. A few minutes later, she was walking towards me, holding a tiny dog.

  “What is that?” I asked, trying not to turn up my lip.

  She rolled her eyes. “It’s my dog, Evie. The neighbor watches her if my parents aren’t home.”

  “Uh, that’s more like a cat,” I pointed out, guessing the dog weighed less than ten pounds.

  Reaching out, I let the dog sniff my hand before I rubbed its head. Calla bent over to put the dog down and I got very excited. I just knew her breasts were going to spill out of the dress with the movement.

  “You’re going to fall out of that dress,” I warned her, focused on the huge opening in the chest part of the dress. Her round breasts were barely concealed. I fought the urge to reach down and cup her breasts. They were beautiful.

  She stood up and grinned. “Nope. I’ve got about a roll of tape on each side, holding this dress in place. The girls won’t be coming out to play.”

  I raised an eyebrow, challenging that declaration. If I had my way, they were most definitely coming out of that dress. “Tape?” I questioned, imagining duct tape pressed against her sensitive flesh.

  “Boob tape,” she clarified. “It keeps the dress where it’s supposed to be. I’m not that much of an attention whore that I’d flash my tits to get a little press.”

  “You’re not wearing any panties,” I said, in a low growl, barely controlling my lust.

  She turned to the side, giving me a good view of the lace panel that ran down the side of her body, stopping mid-thigh. “No, I’m not. This dress doesn’t allow for anything but the dress. I’m completely naked under this.”

  My mouth went dry as I stared at her curves wrapped up tight in that stretchy fabric. I loved how confident she was. The dress was close to being X-rated. I was a little jealous. Her body was mine to possess. Knowing other men ogled her made me angry.

  “Is this how you normally dress?” I blurted out, hoping I didn’t sound condescending. “Does Blake like this?”

  Instead of getting mad she smiled, “There is no Blake.”

  I made a choking sound when she bent over to slide the key in the lock. Her ass danced in front of me. I couldn’t even remember my name let alone the other guy’s.

  “This is my disguise for when I am doing public appearances to promote my books,” she said, around a bubble of laughter.

  “I guess sex sells.”

  She grinned, “You could say that.”

  She unlocked the door and pushed it open. I stood on the porch, almost afraid to go in. I wanted her so badly it hurt. If I went in that house, I knew what would happen and that had not been my intention when I drove the distance. I couldn’t let my lust get in the way. Not yet.

  The dog was sniffing my boots. I was afraid to move out of fear I would accidentally kick the dog across the yard. I waited patiently for the thing to finish her perusal. She finally got bored and pranced into the house. I followed behind the dog, shutting the door behind me, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable standing in Calla’s living room.

  Though, I had prepared a speech, and gone over it in my head again and again while I waited, now that I had her in front of me, dressed like every man’s wettest dream, I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t move away from the door. It was my commitment phobia. I was preparing in case I needed to make a quick exit.

  “I have to get these heels off,” she said, sitting in a chair and quickly removing the strappy shoes.

  I’ll confess, I was a little bummed to see her lose the shoes. If I had my way, those shoes would be on the next time we had sex.

  “You look amazing,” I told her.

  “Thank you. This dress, well it’s a little risker than what I usually wear. It was a publicity stunt. The publishers wanted a little free press for my next book and like you said, sex sells. They wanted me to look like the stars of my books.”

  I nodded my head, not really understanding, but completely on board with the dress choice.

  “I think that look will definitely drum up some press. That dress should be illegal.”

  She smiled, “Thank you. I’m afraid I’m going to pop out of the thing, and I have no idea how I’m getting all the tape off.”

  The conversation stalled at that point and we stood there looking at each other. The tension was building by the second. It had been different in my cabin. Fucking her had seemed natural there. It didn’t seem like an option here—something had changed between us. I didn’t know how to handle it, and immediately started coming up with an exit strategy. It had been a mistake to go to her, I knew that now.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Calla

  “I’m going to grab a drink,” I sputtered, and quickly left him in the living room while I sought refuge in the kitchen.

  Holy shit. Holy shit. Jake was in the living room.

  I reached for the bottle of tequila off the fridge. My parents weren’t big on the whiskey, but my mom did love to get a little wild with tequila shots on occasion. I needed something to cool my jets and give me the willpower to keep myself from jumping him.

  The kiss had been good, but I felt him holding back. We couldn’t just jump into bed together and expect everything to fix itself. I wasn’t interested in sex alone. Well, I was, but I had to grow up. I had to make some life changes. I knew that. This week away from him had made me see the light.

  “Evie!” I hollered at the dog, pouring kibble in her dish.

  I took a shot straight from the bottle before carrying it and a glass into the living room. He was still standing there.

  “Want a drink?” I asked, feeling very nervous for no real reason.

  He shrugged a shoulder, “I’m driving.”

  I poured a shot into the glass and gulped it down.

  “Have a seat,” I gestured to the couch.

  He walked over and sat down, but didn’t lean back and get comfortable. I moved to sit on the other end. It wasn’t easy to look demure with the dress I had on.

  “How’s it been going?” I asked, trying to make small talk.

  “Good. Warmed up a bit.”

  “Good, good. Where’s Casper?”

  “He’s with Gabe.”

  “Oh, good. How is Gabe?”

  He raised an eyebrow. It was obvious I was yammering on because I was insanely nervous. I poured another shot into the glass, ready to drink away my nerves, but he stopped me. He reached out and took the bottle of tequila and set it on the glass coffee table. I watched as he slid closer to me before taking the glass and setting on the table.

  “Calla,” he breathed my name before pressing his lips against mine.

  I whimpered against his mouth. I had longed for his touch for a week, and now that he was finally touching me, I couldn’t move. I was afraid if I moved to touch him, he would disappear.

  “Jake,” I whispered, kissing him back.

  “I need you.”

  I nodded, “Yes.”

  Standing up, I grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to my bedroom. Making love in my parents’ living room, on their couch, wasn’t exactly my idea of sexy, but I needed the man something fierce. My bedroom wasn’t exactly untouched or unseen by other men.

  I stepped inside, waited for him to come in and closed the door behind him. We were alone, but old habits died hard.

  “My room,” I said, nervously.

  He didn’t look around. He only had eyes for me. It always made me feel as if he worshipped the ground I walked on. He stepped closer and his arms reached out, holding my hips.

  “I can’t hold back. Do you want this?” he asked, keeping me at arm’s length.

  “Yes!” I said, a little too eagerly.

  Like a cat pouncing, he was on me. His hands ran over the lace panels of my dress before running up and over my breasts. His mouth was moving over mine. I felt him hesitate.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I
don’t know how to get this off,” he said, with frustration.

  I looked down at the dress and giggled.

  “Undo the back,” I said, turning around and lifting the long hair from the wig I was still wearing.

  He undid it. I pulled the dress down, pulling the tape as I did, wincing as the tape pulled at my skin.

  “This,” he said, gently pulling the wig.

  I reached up and pulled it off, running my fingers through my hair, hoping it wasn’t completely horrible.

  “Turn around,” he ordered.

  The dress was around my waist. It was going to take some serious shimmying and shaking to get it off.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out, running his knuckles over my breasts.

  The gentle touch from him had gooseflesh popping out all over my skin. I dropped my head back, as his he bent his head to suckle one breast than the other. I liked this tender side of him, but it had been too long.

  “Jake,” I said his name, asking him for more.

  He stood, looked down at me and nodded. “I know.”

  I sprang forward, devouring his mouth with my own. My hands were moving over his chest, tugging and pulling until I found the row of buttons holding it together and yanked hard. I nearly screamed when I encountered the t-shirt.

  “Get it off,” I demanded.

  In one swift motion, he pulled it over his head. I took advantage of the brief interlude and pushed the dress over my hips until I was standing before him completely nude. His hands were working the buttons of his jeans. I bit my lip, waiting for him to strip them off.

  The second his cock sprang free, I was on him. I had to have the man. My mouth closed over one of his flat nipples, suckling, and then suddenly feeling ferocious, I pinched the nipple between my teeth as my nails scored his back. I pushed him backwards. When his legs hit the edge of the bed I shoved him hard, knocking him backwards before climbing on top of him.

  I straddled him, feeling his strong body between my legs, my breasts pressed against his bare chest as my hands ran through his hair. My mouth covered his before sliding over his jaw and down his neck. I could feel his swollen cock between us, pushing against my bare belly.

  “I’ve missed you,” he groaned, as I sucked his neck.

  I didn’t answer. I was too busy trying to devour his body with my mouth. I had longed for his taste, the feel of his hot skin touching mine, and his hardness was glorious.

  His hands were on my hips, rubbing and pulling me against him. My body was on fire. I slid up his torso before positioning myself over him. As I rose above him, I looked down to see his face. He was watching me with such intensity I nearly climaxed without his dick ever touching my center.

  “You’re in control,” he said, holding my gaze.

  I licked my lips and nodded in understanding. I reached between our bodies, encircled his dick with my hands and rubbed it down my slit. Feeling the power in my hands was orgasmic. He dropped his hands from my sides, letting me use his dick as I wished, and I wished to masturbate with the glorious appendage.

  My pussy was humming, waiting for the invasion, but I wanted to prolong it a bit longer. I pressed the head of his engorged cock against my clit, circling and rubbing to the point I was shaking with need.

  “Calla,” he grunted.

  I looked down at his face and could see the strain. He was on the verge as well. I smiled, moved my hand and let my body slide down, enveloping his length at an agonizingly slow pace. His eyes were locked with mine as I joined our bodies.

  I pressed down, taking him deep inside, my hands on his chest for support.

  “I’ve missed you, too,” I told him.

  I rocked my hips forward before sliding back. The movement tickled nerve endings deep inside. His hands rubbed up and down my thighs in a loving caress that was my undoing. My climax started as a slow burn, shooting out throughout out my body in a million different lightning bolts. My eyes automatically closed as my head dropped back.

  “Look at me,” he whispered.

  I sat forward and stared into his eyes as the cascade of sensations burst over me. I heard myself moaning in pleasure from some far away place. I couldn’t move. I felt paralyzed as every muscle and nerve in my body clenched and released in wicked spasms.

  Once the sensations freed me from their grip, I began to move. I had been dreaming of riding the man beneath me every night for a week, so I was not going to miss my chance. I rocked hard against him before driving my hips back, slamming his dick deep inside me.

  He grunted, his hands on my hips squeezing tight. I began to move with serious vigor. The power between my legs was making me wild, and I rocked so fast my tits bounced with the motion. I was a woman on a mission. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with my movements, the sound made me even crazier as I listened to it thumping.

  I was almost there. I was desperate, groaning and cursing at the elusive orgasm. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the fast and furious motion. One large hand reached around and slapped my backside once and then again and again.

  “Yes!” I screamed when the orgasm finally exploded through me. “Oh God,” I cried out, slowing my pace, but still moving as my pussy wept with a beautiful release.

  I collapsed against his chest, my body shaking as I struggled to draw in a deep breath. His hand ran over my back, slowing my breathing, comforting me as I regained my composure. The reprieve was brief. He used his strength to roll over, pinning me under him, his dick still buried inside me.

  “My turn,” he growled, pulling his chest away from mine and rising to a kneeling position. He slid my butt up his thighs with my legs opened wide.

  His dick stretched me, touching new places inside my sheath with the new position. His hand stretched out over my stomach before he splayed it wide, his thumb touching the place we were joined. He slowly rubbed over that most-sensitive kernel.

  I arched my back at the first touch. The sensation was too powerful. I couldn’t speak as he rubbed in a circular motion. My mouth opened and a long, drawn out moan crossed my lips.

  “That’s it. I want you to cum again,” he said in a low voice as he continued his ministration.

  My head rolled back and forth on the pillow. It was too soon. My body was still recovering from the last orgasm.

  “Come on, give it to me,” he encouraged.

  I cried out as he got his wish. I could feel my back arching and felt as if it would snap in two, but was helpless to stop it. My body was no longer in my control as the orgasm tore through me.

  He slid my body down his thighs and moved over the top of me, his mouth covering mine. It was a slow kiss, his tongue sliding inside my mouth before leisurely moving around.

  “Ready?” he asked, moving to his elbows.

  A shiver of excitement shot down my spine at the way he said the single word. I nodded my head and prepared to be fucked hard and fast. He didn’t disappoint. I held on to his shoulders as he drove into me with such force I found my head pressed against the headboard that was slamming into the wall.

  I wasn’t prepared for the orgasm that plowed through my body. He shouted a split second later, his dick practically exploding inside me. The force of his climax nearly put the headboard through the wall.

  His body fell on top of mine. I lied there, unmoving. I wasn’t even sure I was alive. My skin was tingling all over. I could feel a pounding in my chest, but didn’t know if it was his heartbeat or mine.

  “Holy fuck,” he groaned, rolling off me. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

  “No. Not at all. I can’t say the same for the wall though.”

  He chuckled. “That was…” he stopped talking.

  I searched for a word that could adequately describe what we had just done. “Intense. Amazing. Mind-blowing. Orgasmic, wait, that is kind of redundant. Can we settle for awesome?”

  “Works for me.”

  My head was spinning, and I swore I could see stars explodi
ng with each little aftershock that trembled through my body. I felt him jerk and knew he was experiencing the same thing. I couldn’t believe what the man could do to my body. It should be illegal, I mused.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Jake

  “I wonder if a person can die from an orgasm?” I mumbled, not really expecting a response.

  “I think I did,” she moaned. “A couple of times. You killed me, brought me back to life and killed me all over again. It was phenomenal.”

  I grinned. I couldn’t help but feel proud of my sexual prowess. I rolled over and kissed one nipple and then the other, before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

  “Your body is seriously toxic. What do you do to me?”

  She grinned, “I could say the same about you, mister. I am still quivering.”

  I ran a hand over her stomach and palmed her wet pussy. “Here?” I whispered.

  She moaned and nodded. “Yes. Don’t do that unless you are prepared to make me cum again. Not that I can, but I would sure enjoy the trying.”

  “You’re insatiable,” I whispered.

  I pushed my palm against her, automatically willing to rise to the challenge. My finger rubbed down her slit, causing her to shudder. Her sharp intake of breath made me stop moving.

  “Sorry,” I said, reaching down and grabbing the blanket that was folded at the end of the bed. “You have to cover up or I’m never going to stop touching you.”

  She pushed the blanket to the floor and looked at me. “Never stop touching me.”

  I leaned over and kissed her, my hand moving between her legs once again. The kiss intensified. I felt her legs open a little and took that as an open invitation to do some finger banging. I ran my finger up and down her slit before gently parting her lips to find her clit. She moaned into my mouth, spurring me on.

  With one finger, I pushed inside. She was swollen and tight. I gently stroked in and out, softening her up. Fresh juices coated my finger, spilling onto my hand. Her legs opened wider without me prompting. I pushed in a second finger and felt her pussy clamp down.