Plaything at the Royal Wedding: An MFMM Royal Romance

by Lana Hartley

  He slides his cock out, right to the end, before ramming it right in again, slamming it fast.

  “Or do you just want to fuck me? Is that how it’s going to be? If you want to be thrashed, you have to stay still.”

  He strokes outwards, whole length of his cock going out, then slamming it back in, pinning me hard to the seat.

  “If you really need to be thrashed, you have to let me fuck you. Are you going to stay still and let me fuck you?”

  “Yes!” I gasp against the leather seat, pussy burning and aching. “I’ll stay still. Just fuck me, please! Fuck me hard and fast! Punish me with your massive cock. Please, Sam, please…”

  The ache inside me, spreading around his cock where it’s pressed deep in me, intensifies. I can feel the muscles getting tighter and tighter, gripping him.

  Sam grabs my hips and starts thrusting, taking care to draw all the way out before slamming back in. I open my legs up as far as I can, gripping the seat, trying to get my head down and my ass high so my pussy is wide open for him.

  He brings one hand up to grab my shoulder, one hand gripping my hip. He speeds up, cock getting harder and thicker the faster he goes. Even at such a hard, cracking pace, he is careful to draw all the way out and thrust all the way back in, treating me to the full length and hardness of his amazing, thick, long cock.

  Pressed between his hands that hold me so tight, slammed against the chair by his hips, I feel the fluttery beginnings of the deep orgasm. I moan, helplessly thrown against the leather seat, jerked up and down by his force.

  I feel his cock getting harder and thicker as he starts to yell.

  “Yes… Lacey, Oh, God, yes!”

  I start to shudder, the deep explosions in my pussy trickling out into my fingers and toes. I can’t move as my body shakes all over.

  The delicious sensation of his cock jerking inside me, pumping as he comes, is wonderful. But it’s just an afterthought, icing on the cake.

  My own orgasm has blown the world away. I can barely breathe, let alone get up.

  Shaking, covered in sweat, I feel Sam slip out of me. He gathers me up in his arms, pulls me on to the seat.

  I curl up against his chest, wrapping one arm tightly around his smooth, hard belly as he cradles one arm around me.

  His scent, his heat, his arms. Pleasure flows through my veins like warm sunlight. All that I need, at least for the moment.

  Chapter 16

  Charlie

  “I’m off work today, so I’m coming to pick you up and taking you shopping,” I tell Lacey on the phone. “I can’t wait to see you in the clothes at this store I’m taking you to. I think you’ll love them!”

  “I’ll be ready!”

  I love her fucking enthusiasm. And it goes without saying, I’m excited to see her in various different things. I have some great ideas.

  After I rescued her from that slimebag CEO, I knew I had to see her again. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since the night of the ball.

  I hit the end button on my phone, finish my cup of coffee, and head to the bathroom. It won’t take me long to get ready.

  I jump in the shower. I didn’t give Lacey the time I would get there. I think an hour should give her plenty of time to make herself look fucking sexy. Not that she doesn’t already. My cock dances with anticipation.

  Good thing I’m already in the shower cooling down.

  Shit, just thinking about her does this to me.

  I dress in khakis and a nice shirt, and comb my hair. If I expect her to look fucking sexy, I have to do the same.

  I tell the limo driver take his time getting to her place.

  As soon as I arrive, I knock on the front door. No answer.

  I open the door and say, “Hello?” Still no answer.

  I walk inside her place. “Lacey, are you ready?” I holler.

  “Yes, almost.” Her sweet voice responds from down the hall.

  Within a couple of minutes, she strolls toward me.

  She wears a pink sleeveless dress hugging her curves. She has the most perfect curves of any woman I’ve ever seen.

  “You look gorgeous.” I stand right inside the front door and look her up and down. Fucking beautiful. “I hope you didn’t mind that l let myself in. I knocked, but I don’t think you heard me.”

  “You’re fine.” She gives me a smile and flips around so her back is toward me. “Would you mind zipping up the rest of my dress?”

  She’s zipped it up, but not quite to the top.

  I finish zipping up her dress the last five or six inches. I glance up and down her back and see her sexy ass. She couldn’t have picked a better dress.

  Of course, today I plan to add a few things to her wardrobe. I like my girl to dress in the best way possible.

  “Let’s go.” I turn and grab the door knob. Opening the door, I motion for her to go first.

  “Well, thank you.” She gives me a grin.

  I return the grin and close the door behind me.

  In the limo, I eagerly tell her, “I want to take you to this shop that I’m sure you’ll love, the one I mentioned on the phone. They have clothes I’m almost positive you’ll like.”

  “I don’t usually shop at fancy places.” Lacey looks at me, and I can tell she means what she says.

  “Well, today, I’m treating you like the queen you are. I know the gal who manages the shop, and she’s expecting us.” I grab her hand, and she squeezes mine back.

  When we arrive at our destination, I escort Lacey into the store.

  “May I help you find something?” a young woman with long flowing dark hair says.

  “Is the manager here?” I ask.

  “I’m afraid she had an emergency and had to leave early today.” This woman stares at me. I’m sure she’s wondering who, in the hell, I am.

  “Well, shit.” As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I know I’ve said the wrong thing. “Uh, I’m wanting to buy this pretty lady some new clothes. Could you help her?”

  “Give me a minute to gather a few items.” The woman moves around the store as we head toward the fitting room area.

  We sit down on the couch outside the fitting rooms and wait until the woman brings the clothes for Lacey to try on.

  Within five minutes, the woman hangs several dresses of various colors and prints in a fitting room. “There you go. I need to help another customer right now, but I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you.”

  She turns and heads back to the front of the stores, leaving the two of us alone.

  “What are you waiting for?” With a slight smile on my face, I glance over at Lacey.

  “Nothing.” She moves toward the tiny changing room and shuts the door.

  Shit, how I’d love to be in there with her watching her dressing and undressing.

  She comes out wearing a red strapless dress that barely covers her ass. Now, that’s what I want to see on her.

  “You look fucking hot in that.” My cock dances in my pants again.

  “I love it.”

  She stands in the three-way mirror beside the entrance into the fitting room area. She turns one direction and then another, admiring herself in the dress.

  “Go try on something else.”

  She disappears once again. I hear her moving around.

  Lacey returns wearing a cape-sleeved black dress, a bit low cut in the front. It clings to her ass much the same way the red one did, only it’s a little longer in the back and covers her ass a little more.

  “I love this one, too.” She’s still turning around looking at herself in the mirror.

  I see how much she’s enjoying this. Now I know what she said about not shopping in fancy places is true.

  “What else did that gal give you to try on?” I ask.

  Once again, Lacey disappears for a couple of minutes.

  “How about this one?” she asks, coming from the fitting room.

  It’s a metallic silver-colored dress. It doesn’t cling to her
sexy body like the first two did, but she still looks fucking hot in it.

  I’m not sure what to say. “What do you think?”

  “I like it.” But I can tell she’s not a fan of it.

  The next dress has a bold flower print. It reminds me of a dress a woman would wear to a luau.

  Lacey and I agree that we don’t like it.

  The woman returned to the fitting room area. “I apologize for not getting back here sooner. How are things going here?”

  Lacey stands in the mirror, looking at one of the last dresses she had to try on. “Great.”

  “I think she’s found several she likes.” I remain on the couch, keeping my eye on Lacey.

  The more dresses Lacey tries on, the more I enjoy just watching her facial expressions. Shit, she is so fucking hot. My cock even agrees with me.

  Every time Lacey twirls around in the mirror, turning this way and that, looking at herself in each dress, the more I want to fuck her. As much as I would like to do it right then and there, I won’t.

  Not yet anyway.

  The woman glances from Lacey to me.

  Feeling uneasy, the woman says, “If you need anything, I’ll be up front.” She leaves us alone once again.

  “How many more dresses do you have to try on?” I ask Lacey as soon as the woman is halfway to the front.

  Lacey stops moving. “One more.”

  As she changes into the last dress, my thoughts wander to the slimebag CEO.

  I have to figure out a way to fuck over that asshole. He needs a taste of what he has done. Somehow, some way, I will figure out something that will cost him money.

  People don’t like it when you fuck with their money.

  My thoughts stop.

  Lacey comes out of the fitting room wearing a white dress. It’s fucking perfect. My cock hardens.

  This dress is the one she has to have. Not that I won’t buy her some of the others, but she can’t walk out of this store without it.

  “Lacey, I fucking love you in this dress.”

  I stand up and move closer to her twirling around in the mirror. I look around to see if anyone is watching us.

  No one is.

  I kiss her on the lips, take her hand, and twirl her around. Shit, she looks beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off her.

  “I’m not sure I like it.” She’s staring at herself in the mirror.

  “Oh, I do. You’ll spin heads when you wear this.” I’m not kidding.

  She isn’t convinced, but I am.

  “Go change back into your pink dress.”

  I look around for the woman. She sees me looking at her, and I motion for her to come.

  Meanwhile, Lacey heads back to the fitting room and changes back into her own dress.

  “Have you decided?” the woman asks.

  “I want the pretty lady to have the red, the black, and most of all, the white one.”

  Lacey returns to where I’m standing.

  The woman grabs the three dresses I’ve mentioned and heads to the front. We follow her. “Will that be cash or credit?” she asks, scanning each dress.

  “Credit.” I’ve already pulled my billfold out of my back pocket and plucked out my credit card.

  A couple of minutes later, I have her bag of new dresses in one hand and Lacey’s hand in the other.

  She gives me the biggest smile, and I give her a kiss on her lips.

  Chapter 17

  Lacey

  Climbing into the limo, I can’t help but admire Charlie’s fine ass as he settles into the seat next to me. Reaching out, I rub his khaki covered leg, and he wraps his big hand around mine, lacing our fingers.

  “Are you hungry?”

  Turning to him, I think briefly before answering.

  “No, I could eat a snack but not a full meal.”

  He smiles big, squeezing my hand tighter. “I was hoping you would say that.”

  Charlie presses a control to his right, and the window that separates us from the driver rolls down.

  “Henry, can you stop at Sarah’s Soda Shoppe up here?”

  Henry tilts his head to the right and glances briefly up into his rear-view mirror to look at us.

  “Sure, I’ll drop you off up front. Two minutes.”

  Leaning forward, I can’t help bouncing a bit in anticipation. I haven’t been to a soda shop here yet. Ice cream is a real treat for me!

  Charlie completes rolling up the window before turning to me with a smile.

  “I take it you think this is a good idea?”

  His smirk turns his dark features into a classic bad boy vibe. Throwing my arms around him, I can’t help squeezing him tightly.

  “Thank you. For the clothes, too.”

  As I pull back, he tugs me in to capture my lips into a hot kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth, teasing me. I melt against him, happy to let him ravage me in whatever way he desires.

  Spending time with him, showing off clothes to him and just having him watch me with his dark, lust filled eyes has turned me on.

  The limo stops, and he pulls back, breaking off our kiss but holding me close in his strong arms.

  “If I had known that sweets are what it takes, I would have brought you chocolate, too.”

  Henry opens the door from the outside, as I pull out of his arms laughing.

  “I can’t have it very often right now. It’s important to be disciplined, and dairy is a treat.”

  Stepping onto the curb, the bright sunshine temporarily blinds me as Charlie climbs out behind me.

  “So, if the chocolate doesn’t have dairy, is it okay?” Charlie asks. He grabs my hand as we stroll to the door.

  “Darker chocolate is better. Less sugar, but treats aren’t treats if you have them all the time,” I answer.

  I’ve had this drilled into my head recently with all the modeling prep I’ve been doing. I quote it like the gospel.

  Holding the door, Charlie leans in, as I pass. “But I want you all the time. And you’re a treat. So, you won’t be a treat if I get you all the time?”

  His logic is distracting me while I choose from the menu and look at all the wonderful ice cream behind the counter.

  I stop to stare in awe, as he comes up behind me to wrap his arms around my shoulders. Tilting my head back onto him, I look over at his chiseled jawline while he looks at the menu board.

  “So, you want me all the time?” I ask.

  Not even glancing down, he replies. “Yep.”

  I smile smugly, and we take turns ordering our ice cream.

  I know I’ve ordered way too much, and we probably could have shared but Charlie insisted.

  Carefully carrying back my double chocolate peanut butter sundae, we head to a table, sitting across from one another.

  “I have a hard time believing that you have to worry about what you eat. You have an incredible body, and it looks totally natural,” Charlie says and winks at me as I look up at him.

  “What do you mean by…it looks natural?”

  What the hell? Is that even a compliment?

  “It means beautiful. That you don’t look like you’ve had to work out or starve yourself.”

  Somewhat mollified, I take another big bite of my sundae while he continues.

  “You’re perfectly proportional, and you don’t have extreme muscle tone like a body builder. You know, I’m the head of the design department?”

  I shake my head, since my mouth is full.

  “Well, trust me, I know what the perfect model body looks like. That’s why I know. I would love to put our heads together and spin off our own design company with you as the brand company model.”

  He takes a long lick of his triple cone.

  “Mm.” Wiping my mouth quickly, I watch him lick the sides carefully. “I know you guys are all smart and know what you are doing. We would all make a great team.”

  Charlie hesitates before uttering his agreement, and then taking a long lick of his ice cream again…

 
That’s distracting.

  I’m enjoying his company, but his hesitation, and the way he looked away is making me nervous. Is he rethinking our relationship?

  “Did you have a good time the other night?” I ask.

  I hold my breath and watch him carefully as he looks up at me quizzically.

  A slow smile erupts on his face. “Oh yes. You’re referring to our group deflowering?”

  “Shhh.”

  I look around scandalized by his loud voice. It didn’t look like anyone in our vicinity was listening, but I dropped my voice hoping he would get the hint and do the same.

  “I just want to make sure you’re not rethinking our relationship,” I tell him.

  Grabbing my free hand with his, he leans in across the small table. Our knees touch, and I shiver. I’m not sure if it’s the cold from the ice cream, or the way he affects my nerves with his brown eyes and sexy lips.

  “I am definitely not rethinking the relationship. There’s no way I’m bowing out.” Pulling my hand, he leans in to peck my nose. “You’re so cute when you’re worried.”

  Do I look worried? Trying to smooth my brow, I dip my spoon into the sundae for another bite.

  “Want a lick?”

  He holds out his cone.

  I try to decide which flavor I should try, eyeing it up.

  “See? Just like us, you just can’t decide. But if you lick it like this…”

  His tongue runs vertically from the cone to the top, and he closes his eyes savoring the three flavors he chose.

  Fuck. That was arousing. He can lick me anytime.

  His eyes pop open, locking with mine. “Like that, it’s perfect.”

  I lean over, eyes still locked, to lick the opposite side of the cone the same way. “Mmm. I agree—you’re right. Perfect.”

  “Now, that’s not to say that I wouldn’t like to be your primary favorite flavor. But out of the fifty-five flavors up there, these are the three I picked. I’m just honored to be one of the three you picked. Understand?”

  I do. “Yes.”

  Putting another bite of my sundae into my mouth, I consider what he is saying. He’s licking his cone, looking at me speculatively.

  “What are you looking at so seriously?”

  He’s running his tongue around each of the flavors, and my thighs are clenching involuntarily.