Royal Stripper

by Sienna Valentine

  Twenty minutes later, the library had an eccentric new benefactor, and I had an hour to get there before Ally was sent home for the day.

  Before everyone was sent home for the day.

  Ally stepped out onto the steps of the library like she hadn't seen sun in years. She blinked into it, eyebrows knitted together as if trying to work out the sequence of events that had led to her getting out of work early today. She didn't see me at first. When she did, her puzzled expression only deepened.

  "What are you doing here?"

  I strode up the steps toward her, hands in my pockets. "I was nearby, thought I'd stop in and see what you were up to."

  "That’s weird. I just got off work early for the first time in, like, ever. " One eyebrow crept up in suspicion.

  "You're off early?" I feigned surprise. "How serendipitous. I was just going to see if you might be able to take a break for a coffee, but since you're off early perhaps we can do something a little more... exciting."

  Ally opened her mouth to speak but then closed it abruptly. Her eyes grew wide with the realization of what I'd just implied. My cock was already throbbing in my pants just thinking about it. If all went well, I'd be buried in her hot pussy before the end of the day. And that would make me a happy man.

  "Listen, Matt..." I always hated the way American’s shortened my name, but for some reason it didn’t bother me as much when it came from Ally’s lips. She fidgeted with the bag slung over her shoulder. "I think our kiss last night was a mistake. I shouldn't have led you on into thinking that it might lead to a repeat of the other night."

  I'd expected this. But her words said one thing and her body said another. I don't think she even realized that she'd drifted slightly closer to me as I stood there, or that her whole body was angled toward me like a compass pointing due north.

  "I think that kiss was anything but a mistake," I disagreed. "And I also think that you've been thinking about that night at the party more than you'd care to admit."

  The red sweeping up her cheeks confirmed my suspicions.

  “Twinkies taste amazing, but that doesn't mean there's a single part of them that's good for you."

  I chuckled and took a step toward her. I had to angle my face to look down at her, and she stared right back up at me with wide eyes. She was so innocent. So beautiful.

  "I'm not a Twinkie, chérie." Reaching forward, I stroked my thumb down her cheek. It was softer than anything I'd ever felt. "If anything, I'm a Jos-Louis."

  She snorted at the unexpected comment.

  "Don’t you ever tire of only doing the right thing, instead of the thing that might make you happy?" I asked.

  It was an honest question, not simply designed to get me what I wanted. Ally knew the kind of pleasure I could give her, and she wanted it badly. If she held back this much with me, what else was she holding back on in life? How many opportunities for happiness had she let slip by?

  If it were up to me, she'd never miss one again.

  I ignored the little voice in my head warning me that comments like that weren’t ones I would make about a casual fling.

  "Okay."

  I think it startled both of us to hear her say that word with such determination.

  "Okay?"

  Ally set her jaw. "You're right. I want this, and I want you," she explained. "What am I waiting for?"

  The only thing stronger than my admiration for her in that moment was my lust. She was taking a leap. I sensed that something in her had snapped, and something new had begun to grow. That wasn't the kind of transformation that should be taken lightly.

  But all thoughts of that were wiped away when she made her next, bold move. Right on the steps of the library, she pressed close to me and rested her hand on my hardening cock.

  "Okay," she said again.

  I grinned. "Okay."

  16

  Matthias

  We barely made it back to my apartment before ripping the clothes off each other. Veronika had wisely opted to stay away after she witnessed the exchange on the library steps, so we had the whole place to ourselves.

  Which was good, because I wanted to fuck Ally everywhere.

  In the kitchen, I pressed her up against the fridge and mauled her throat with my lips and teeth. Magnets tumbled to the ground as she writhed.

  "You taste so fucking good," I murmured, sliding a hand toward the front of her jeans. "I can't wait to dip my tongue into your sweet pussy."

  Ally moaned and squirmed, but I held her in place with one hand as the other ripped open her pants and slipped inside. Her pussy was as hot and wet as I’d hoped it would be, and she panted in my ear as I stroked her clit. I sensed she'd never had this kind of experience before, and it made me determined to give her the best fuck of her life. Every time.

  My librarian melted into me as I continued to stroke her, slipping one digit closer and closer to her opening.

  "Do you want my fingers in your pussy?" I asked, biting her earlobe.

  Ally threw her head back, knocking it against the fridge. She made a mumbled noise, but I needed more than that.

  "Ally," I pressed. "If you don't tell me what you want, how am I supposed to know?"

  She made a noise of frustration and blinked down at me. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, cheeks red. "I want your fingers in my pussy," she breathed, almost like she was afraid to say it too loud.

  A growl of primal satisfaction slipped out of me, and I buried two of my fingers into her slickness. She quivered around me and tipped her head back against the fridge again, nearly slamming it.

  "You feel so good." I trailed kisses down her neck to the tops of her tits as I slowly slid in and out. With my other hand, I pulled her shirt up around her neck to expose the straining globes beneath. My cock was aching by this point. I wanted her so bad that it hurt.

  But I was determined to make this the best fuck she'd ever had. And then next time, it would be even better. Whatever sex she'd had in the past, she wouldn't remember it. And nobody after me would ever measure up.

  With a flick of my fingers, I unclasped Ally's bra. Her tits spilled out, jiggling from the sudden movement. I slid my fingers deeper as I began to suck on her nipples, which were already tight with arousal.

  Kissing her skin was like kissing pure, expensive silk. I wanted to cover her with my mouth. Everywhere. And I had all the time in the world to do so.

  Ally's breathing hitched. I moved from one delicious nipple to the next, working my hands in time with my touch. She was getting close. I could feel the way she strained toward completion, drunk on sensation. She'd begun moaning, unable to silence herself like she normally tried to do.

  Good.

  I wanted to hear her moan. I wanted to hear her scream.

  But not quite yet.

  I pulled my fingers out and lifted my face from her chest. Her half-lidded eyes widened in confusion.

  "Why did you stop?"

  "Because I don't want you to come on my fingers," I told her. "I want you to come with my mouth on your pussy. I want to taste your very release."

  She gasped. I could tell nobody had ever talked to her like that before, and though she didn't know quite what to do about it, it thrilled her. She probably didn't even know why.

  "I-I want you to do that too," she whispered.

  I grinned wickedly and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward my bedroom. Once there, I made short work of her clothes. Ally stood and let me strip her, shivering wherever I touched her. It was like she was in a daze.

  Seeing her naked body again was almost too much to bear. My cock strained against my zipper, but I knew the moment I took it out I wouldn't be able to resist plunging inside of her. And I’d promised something else, first.

  I tossed her onto the bed, climbing over her in the next instance and crushing her mouth against mine in a bruising kiss. Ally's whole body curved up to meet me, like she couldn't get enough. It was fucking hot.

  No other girl had ever driven me so wild.
And I'd never been so determined to please any other girl. Sure, I always made sure they came, but in the end I was only happy after blowing through an orgasm or two of my own. With her? I could do this all damn day.

  Time to get back to business.

  I moved with slow determination down her body, dragging my lips over the curves of her luscious tips, then the flat pane of her belly, and finally to the juicy triangle between her legs. The moment I latched my mouth onto her clit, Ally bucked up and let out a low whimper of pleasure. She was going to be easy.

  Her sweetness flooded my mouth. It was hard to resist reaching down to stroke myself as I licked her. She tasted so damn good and the visual of her coming apart at my hands was almost more than I could bear. I thought I was going to shoot my load right then.

  I held her hips in place with my hands and swirled over her. Ally quivered with every stroke.

  "Oh my god," she moaned. "I think... I think..."

  I amped up my assault. She never got to finished her thought. With a loud cry, Ally seized up and then fell back to the mattress, limp. Her panting breaths were the only indication that I hadn't just fucking killed her.

  "That... that was..."

  I climbed on top of her, taking my time on the way back up like I had on the way down.

  "That was...?"

  "Amazing." She chuckled. "That was amazing."

  "Oh, chérie..." I teased her nipple with my teeth. "We haven't even begun yet."

  17

  Ally

  No words had ever thrilled me quite so much as those. His voice was a growling, dark promise that set every inch of my skin ablaze.

  I wanted to do something for him. To bring Matthias as much pleasure as he’d brought to me because I was now positive that the first time we’d had sex had been my first ever orgasm. Which made the one he’d just given me my second.

  I'd never even known how good oral sex could be! Not that it had been offered to me many times in the past, but in the times where it had, it had been less than noteworthy. But now I couldn’t get enough. As soon as Matthias started making his way down my body, I felt like I never wanted anything so badly in my life.

  Which led me to wonder... If him going down on me was that good, when I had always disliked it before, what would it be like for me to go down on him?

  The thought was unexpectedly exciting.

  I pulled Matt up to my face and kissed him, tasting the last vestiges of my pussy on his tongue and being surprised that it only made me hotter.

  "My turn," I breathed.

  I felt a shiver go through him. I knew the feeling. The idea of bringing this huge, powerful man to his knees with just my mouth was so thrilling that fresh heat blossomed through my core.

  I couldn't wait to get started.

  We swapped places and then he stripped off his shirt while I worked on the button of his jeans. I'd forgotten how ripped he was, and was momentarily distracted by the visual. His muscles rippled as he leaned back into the pillows, resting one arm behind his head. I licked my lips.

  Our eyes met and the intensity of his gaze only made me even more anxious to get started. I looked back down at my work and finally managed to undo his pants. With his help, I shimmied both them and his boxers onto the floor.

  His cock was every bit as large as I remembered it. Since our first encounter, I'd often wondered if I'd just imagined it being so large. But nope. There it was.

  How the hell was I supposed to fit it in my mouth?

  "Take it slow," he said. "No need to rush."

  His words were reassuring, but I had no intention of turning back now. My lips ached to feel him. I was still amazed how much I wanted this.

  Lowering my face to his tip, I swiped my tongue over the end of it. Matthias groaned and closed his eyes. I licked again, this time savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. Finally ready for more, I wrapped my lips around the head and took in as much of his shaft as I could.

  I never considered my mouth to be particularly small, but it just wasn't up to the task. Still, I did my best and wrapped a hand around his shaft so that I could stimulate his whole cock as my mouth worked on whatever it could fit. The sensation was incredible. I could feel each shiver of pleasure that worked through him. I could taste his very essence. My head swam with delight, and I took more and more of him in as my throat relaxed.

  He was hot and heavy. The more I sucked, the more my pussy throbbed in anticipation of having him, as if reminding me of what it felt like that first time, and how desperate I was to have him fill every inch of me again.

  Matthias' hands found the back of my head, but didn’t press down the way some guys did. He just grasped my hair as if he was holding on for dear life. I moved faster. It didn't matter to me that my jaw was starting to ache, or that at times I had trouble breathing. The more pleasure I gave him, the more I felt myself.

  "Merde, chérie," he moaned. "Tu me rends fou!"

  I didn't know what that meant, but it could only be good. He said something else that I didn't understand, but seemed to stop himself halfway through.

  "I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer," Matthias panted.

  Had he been trying to say that before? Was I doing such a good job of sucking his dick that he'd forgotten how to speak English?

  Like hell I was going to stop.

  I increased the suction in my mouth and strained to take him deeper, almost as a not so subtle hint that I was in this until the end. I couldn't wait for him to fall apart.

  All because of me.

  It was the sexiest I'd ever felt in my life.

  Matthias let out another string of words I didn't recognize. I didn't need to. I got the gist. His whole body tensed, and I felt his cock pulse. The first shot of hot come went straight down my throat, but the second landed on my tongue. I savored it, swallowing like a goddamn porn star.

  Who was this girl and what had she done with Ally?

  After Matthias fell limp from my mouth, I started to kiss slowly back up his body. He was mostly still, but quivered wherever my mouth touched.

  "Holy fuck, Ally." Now beside him, Matthias' arm wrapped around me and pulled me tight to his chest. "You're full of surprises."

  I hid my smile against his chest. I didn't want him to know that I'd surprised myself as well. Who knew that I loved sucking cock? Or that I was any good at it?

  We rested for a few minutes, just listening to the sound of each other’s breathing. But it wasn't long before Matthias' hands began to roam across my body, squeezing and groping my ass, then hips, all the way up to my breasts.

  "You've got an amazing body," he murmured against my throat. "I could spend all day in bed, fucking you and learning all of your secrets."

  I laughed lightly. "There isn't much to learn."

  "I beg to differ." He scraped my skin with his teeth. "And anyway, there's only one way to find out."

  Matthias flipped me over onto my back, thighs up around his hips. He found my mouth for another spine-tingling kiss and my body lit up like a firework for him.

  His hardening cock rested heavily against my belly. I ached for him to slip it in right there. I wanted him now. But cooler heads prevailed.

  Matthias rifled in the drawer next to him without breaking our kiss, pulling a condom out. He slipped it over his engorged length with a dexterity I couldn't hope to emulate, then lifted his eyes to mine.

  All I had the ability left to do was nod, but that gesture was enough. Matthias plunged into me up to the hilt.

  I was loose and relaxed from my orgasm, and my body took him in like an old friend despite his size. I cried out in ecstasy, already feeling something building. Something amazing.

  I still didn't quite know what to do with my body, but grinding up against him with each thrust just seemed to come naturally. And it also served to bring me just a little bit closer to my edge each time.

  Matthias' muscled chest was sticky with sweat. I bent my head and licked it, and he responded with a de
ep, rumbling growl from deep within. I looked up, wondering if I'd done something wrong, and gasped. The lust in his eyes burned against my skin, like the heat of an exploding star.

  He grabbed my arm and flipped me onto my stomach, momentarily pulling out of me. I yelped in surprise and was about to protest before he pulled my hips up to his and filled me again. Somehow he managed to reach somewhere deeper and even more pleasurable.

  How is that possible?

  It only took two more rough thrusts for me to reach the point of no return. I cried out against the pillow as my orgasm crashed through me, sending tendrils of pleasure down my spine and into each of my fingers and toes. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

  Two orgasms in one day? Was this real life? Surely this wasn't usual. If it was, I'd been missing out on a lot.

  Seconds later, Matthias grunted and stilled above me. His breath fanned over my shoulder, setting my hair on end. It tingled.

  A moment later he arched up enough to turn me over, then settled in on top of me with a devilish grin on his handsome features.

  "How close am I to uncovering the rest of your secrets?" he asked.

  I smiled playfully. "You've got a bit more work to do."

  He took on a mock sober expression, like he was preparing for duty. "Then I won’t rest until that task is complete."

  And without even a breather, we started making out again.

  In the past, when I’d heard people talk about staying in all day and having sex, I couldn't think of a worse way to spend a day. But now I finally understood. Orgasm after orgasm shook me, with only brief breaks for food, water and the bathroom.

  During one of these breaks, I did a little light snooping around his apartment. Nothing as bad as looking in his medicine cabinets or anything, more just an attempt to assess what I could of his living situation.

  He told me he lived with a roommate, which made sense given how quickly he spent his money. Even living where he was. The neighborhood was sketchy at best, and the apartment itself had only the basics in terms of furnishings and appliances. I even saw a little bit of peeling paint in the bathroom.