by Ivy Blake
He flicked his tongue faster on my clit, pushing and pulling his fingers in and out of me. A wave of pleasure began to build deep inside and I pushed my hips harder on his hand in response, wanting to ride that wave home.
I felt like I was about to explode as he pulled his fingers back toward him hitting my g-spot. His tongue worked faster as he rocked my hips in time with his tongue.
I tugged at his hair, shoving his face in between my legs, as my shuddering grew and became harder to contain.
He lifted his head, giving me a wicked grin. I let out another moan. “I’m not finished with you yet. I want you to come with me inside you.”
Before I could react, he undid the belt and zipper of his jeans and pulled down his boxers, revealing his large cock. My legs shook as his fingers continued to work inside me and he stroked his own length, I could tell he was about to push me over the edge.
He bent down, and slammed his fingers inside me and gave my clit one last lick before bringing his lips back up to my own so I could taste myself on him.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” Cort growled against my ear.
My legs squeezed his waist. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”
He removed his fingers and with one hard thrust, seated himself inside me. I cried out, my will began to shatter as my body convulsed beneath him.
Moving his lips to my ear he demanded, “I want to watch you come. Come for me before I do.”
He thrust his hips agonizingly slowly, teasing me as he slid in and out. “Faster. Please,” I begged, wanting so badly to reach the crest of the wave.
“Not yet.”
He continued rocking slowly, dragging his erection in and out so I could feel every inch of him. I clenched as he pushed forward again, my swollen walls pulsing around him.
So close. I was so close.
I opened my mouth, but couldn’t form words. I met his eyes, silently begging him for what I needed. He smiled, reading my thought and slammed hard into me. I let my walls fall down, arched my back and let my first orgasm rock my body.
“Very nice,” he smiled. “I love watching a woman come apart under my body.”
He pushed my body back towards the mirror and grabbed my right hand. He sucked on my fingers then guided my hand to my clit.
“Make yourself come again,” he grunted as he thrust harder into me.
I did as he asked and massaged my clit, letting the next exploding sensation take over me. My body shook as I gave into his request and he thrust his hips harder and faster.
When I let out a low, drawn out moan as my second orgasm crested, he smiled and pulled me off the counter, turned me around and bent me over. He rubbed my clit as he took me from behind. His left hand tugged and played with my nipple.
I felt my next orgasm building and I pressed my ass harder against his hips. His hand moved faster and I braced myself on the counter.
“Come once more, angel,” he commanded as my body shook.
He tugged my hair bringing my lips to his as he pulled back. His other hand continued to rubbing my swollen clit faster and faster. He pulled my body toward him and flipped me over.
“I want you to watch me come.”
He lifted and held me up while he thrust inside me and pushed me toward the bathroom wall. I dug my nails into his back as he pounded into me. I could feel my explosion building and I pushed my hips harder onto his.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me away from the wall, lying my back on the counter. He snatched my right hand and placed it directly on my clit while his left hand cupped my breast. My body began to tingle with pleasure in response.
I rubbed my fingers on my dripping pussy as he started to thrust harder.
“That’s it baby. God I love watching a woman pleasure herself.” He shoved his hips forward burying his whole length inside me.
He was deep.
So very deep.
I was so wrapped up in every sensation he made my body feel, I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. Instead, I let out a loud scream as he pulled out and then shoved harder into me. His hips began to move faster and he bent down to lick my other nipple, biting slightly. I arched my back up in response and he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I want you to scream so loud that the whole bar can hear you.”
He lifted his torso, thrusting harder and deeper in my wetness. My legs tightened around his hips as my whole body began to shake. From the way this orgasm was building, I knew it was going to be the most powerful one yet. A loud moan ripped from my throat, letting him know I seconds away from my breaking point.
He gripped my arms and held them over my head while his right thumb massaged my clit.
My moans grew louder and his thumb and hips moved faster in response. His left hand tightened, steering my attention back to him.
“Scream for me as you come.”
His hips rocked harder and my whole body began to shake. I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I reached my breaking point.
“Oh. God. Yes! Fuck. Cort!”
The explosion hit, a relentless assault, taking over my body. I screamed so loud and so long I knew my throat would be raw tomorrow. There wasn’t any doubt that every person in this bar heard me scream.
He started to moan slightly as my body contracted around his. He pulled my hips roughly toward his and continued to move his thumb faster on my clit. He thrust hard once more and I felt his hot release inside me as I gyrated my hips against his.
My back fell against the counter at his release and he collapsed over my body, both of us utterly spent. He kissed my neck and lifted his body up.
“You really are amazing Teagan,” he said as he helped me down from the counter and crashed his lips into mine.
CHAPTER 6
Cort
My legs felt wobbly as I escorted Teagan out of the bathroom, and back into the main room of the bar. Luckily the music was loud and we were in the bathroom in the way back, so hopefully not everyone heard them. Though he wouldn’t have cared if they did.
My mind was still racing with the amazing events of the past hour, but I felt strangely peaceful. The stress that had been plaguing me all day was now alleviated. It was funny how mind-blowing sex could do that to a person. And it was all because of Teagan.
Teagan was amazing. I have never felt a connection, a real bond, with anyone like this. I wasn’t sure if I have ever known an attraction like this. No, it was beyond attraction and mere physical lust. It was a need. She was like a drug I’d taken a sample of, and now I wasn’t sure how I could ever live without it again.
But I wasn’t about to confess his feelings to her. We had just met. And she was leaving tomorrow. There really was no point in telling her how she made me feel.
I wish I could see here again. See where this thing goes.
“So, you say you are leaving town soon?” I asked.
Teagan smiled at him. “Yes, unfortunately.”
I held her hand just then, feeling her soft fingers in mine, doing my best to not caress her even though I was dying to.
It was just too perfect, and I did not want it to end.
“Well, let me get your number. Maybe if you are back this way again soon, then we can go out. Do something fun.”
“Oh, I think we just did something fun,” Teagan teased.
I felt myself blushing. That was a new one for me. I never blushed.
Teagan nudged my arm playfully, and I held her close to me, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“You’re kind of a brat, you know?” he joked.
“I do know. But that is one of my more endearing qualities,” Teagan replied.
“I’ll have to agree,” I replied. “But how about that phone number? Do you have a phone that works here?”
“I do, actually,” Teagan said. She pulled a small flip phone out of her pocket.
“Wow, they still make those?” I laughed.
“Yes. I got one just in case I needed a phone while I was he
re. I put just a few minutes on it for emergencies or something.”
“Well, if I want to chat, that is definitely an emergency,” I replied.
She pulled up her number on the settings of the phone, and I copied it into his own.
“Great,” I said. “Where are you staying? I’ll walk you back.”
Teagan smiled. “That’s ok. You don’t have to.”
I was a bit taken aback, but he played along. “Sure, I do. My mother raised me right. Plus, I’ll enjoy the walk. My legs are still shaking, but stretching the muscles out seems to be helping.”
Teagan laughed.
“I mean it,” she said. “I’ll be fine. You take care of yourself.”
Teagan kissed me quickly and then walked away, turning the corner in front of the bar.
I thought about following her, but I decided to respect her wishes and let her go. As I walked back towards the bar where I left his friends a bit ago, I couldn’t help but feel a bit… insulted? Was that the right word? I honestly wasn’t sure how I was feeling. I just met this perfect girl, we had the most mind-blowing sex ever, and then she brushed him off. But she did it in the sexiest, most charming way ever.
Who was this girl?
I realized that I didn’t even get her last name.
But at least I had her number, right? If it was a real number. I thought about calling it to test it, but how desperate and weird would that have been?
I had to laugh at myself. This was perhaps the most normal dating experience I ever really had. Most guys went through this, most people went through this actually, waiting to see if the person they liked really wanted them too, and then playing the waiting game to see who was going to call or who was going to wait three days. All of the stuff I heard my friends and other people talk about.
As a prince, I never had to go through any of it. And I rather liked it that way. But this was an amusing experience. The frustration was weird because there was an element of mystery and excitement to it all.
I walked past the bar where I left my friends and texted my driver that I was ready to be picked up.
My thoughts went quickly back to Teagan and I hoped that I would get to see her again. I wanted to get close to her. Of course, if I ever did get really close to her, she would know that I lied to her about who I really was. But in his position, she would have to understand. She would know why I did it.
Wouldn’t she?
CHAPTER 7
Teagan
I zipped up my duffel bag and finished getting dressed for the day ahead. I just double checked my bag to make sure I had everything I was going to need during my stay in the wilderness.
I was so wired. Hell, I should have been totally exhausted after my late night and the fact that I barely slept when I got back to the hotel, but I felt like I could run a marathon, and then do some rock climbing.
Last night had been perfect. There was just no other way to put it. What started out to be a night relaxing and getting out of my room had turned into the kind of passionate affair that Hollywood movies were made of.
Cort was perfect. He was sweet and handsome, and the sex was beyond intense. I’d never known sex could be that good. I had always dreamed about having mind blowing sex like that, but it seems that I had just settled for mediocre guys. And when it finally happened, what did I do? I quickly left him before I could get more wrapped up in him.
What was she thinking? Why didn’t I just ask him to come back to my room? He was a gentleman and offered to walk me back to my hotel, but I told him no. I still wasn’t sure why. What was the thought process behind that decision? Oh god, what did Cort think about the way I left? He must have thought I just wasn’t interested, or that I didn’t enjoy myself with him. Maybe he thought I was just using him for a good time.
But that was the farthest thing from the truth.
I grabbed my phone and checked, hoping that he’d called. But no. I knew that he wouldn’t call. Why would he? After how I left the way I did, I’d be surprised if he ever did call.
I had to call him. I had to explain herself. I opened up my phone again and searched through the contacts. As I scrolled through, I remembered that I had given him my number, but I hadn’t gotten his. Shit! I didn’t even know his last name. And it wasn’t like I could look him up somehow.
Ugh! How stupid am I?
Cort was an amazing guy. Could I have blown us having something together?
I let out a long sigh. I was getting ahead of myself. We only had one night together. No relationships actually formed from one-night stands did they? And how would we even be able to have a relationship. He lives here in Ronovia, while I live all the way back in San Diego. It would never work out. I would just have to think about this for what it was. An amazing night that I would never forget.
I left my room and grabbed a quick breakfast downstairs and then headed out to meet the group. Outside the hotel, a bus was waiting to take us to the location at the base of the woods where they would hike to the final camp. Anticipation started to bubble up inside me. This is why I am here, I thought. To build on my yoga practice, not be hung up on some guy that I met the night before.
When the bus arrived at the edge of the woods, I was glad to see that there was an actual trail for us to take, so we wouldn’t just be walking through the trees. Back home, I was more of a beach person, so the idea of hiking through an unknown forest had made me more nervous than anything else.
Everyone walked off the bus and there was a lady waiting to meet us at the edge of the woods. She was petite, but I could easily see how years of yoga helped tone and trim her small frame.
“Hi everyone,” she said. “My name is Diane. I am here to guide you to our camp site for the next week. We will hike up this trail, which should take us about an hour. From there everyone will get settled and we will go over the classes and schedule for the week.”
Diane then grabbed a box, and stood in front of us.
“But first all electronics must be given to me,” Diane said.
My head shot up. Was this woman serious?
“Why?” a French girl asked reluctantly.
“Because this is a retreat. A big part of this journey is to find a deeper understanding of yourself and you can’t do that when the world is connected to you through artificial means. So, all phones, laptops, etc. Any electronic devices need to be given to me. I will place them in this box, and of course, you will get them back at the end of the trip.”
I felt a moment of panic soar through her. That meant I would have to give up my phone. So, on the remote chance that Cort did call me, I would miss the call and not be able to get back in touch for the next week. A sickening feeling began to grow in the pit of my stomach. I contemplated refusing, and I thought about hiding the phone somewhere.
But then I knocked some sense into myself.
Cort was just a guy I met last night. Sure, we had a good time, but that was all that it was. It was me finally letting myself lose for one night. Now it was time for me to focus. This retreat was something I had been dreaming about for so long. I needed to get myself together and focus on my practice rather than be lovesick over someone I just met.
With a groan, I reluctantly handed over my phone and other electronic devices. I watched as everyone else placed their items in, and I felt slightly comforted when I saw a slight panic on their faces too. Good, I thought. I am not the only one that was a bit scared to give up my connection to the outside world.
“Ok, let’s go,” Diane said as the group grabbed their bags and started the hike through the woods.
As we started to walk, I felt as though a weight on my shoulders started to lift off. There was something about walking through nature that helped to alleviate stress from the body and the mind. The exercise felt great, the fresh air, the sights, the smells… it was all about going back to the roots of humanity, the sources of life.
I was seeing the benefit of giving up the electronic devices already. When I thought a
bout it, those things were vices, they were crutches, and they were invisible shackles. They kept us dependent on a false reality that denied everyone the real purpose of their lives in a lot of ways.
By the time, they reached the camp site, I was hardly even thinking about Cort.
Hardly…
CHAPTER 8
Cort
“My Prince, are you ok?”
I snapped out of my daydream and focused my attention back on the front of the room. Marcel, one of my father’s most trusted advisors and head of the Council, was looking at me with concern, and perhaps a bit of irritation, on his otherwise emotionless face.
I glanced around at the other members of the council, who were also peering at me. They all seemed annoyed, because this was the third time Marcel had stopped what he was saying to make sure I was paying attention.
I felt stupid and knew that this was not helping my cause as I tried to appeal the rule of the new king being a married man before assuming the crown. So far, it was not going well, and I knew it was because I was so preoccupied.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not stop thinking about Teagan. Ever since she walked away last night, she’d been in my every thought. I barely slept because all I could think about was pulling her body close to mine. There was something about her, something that was almost magnetic, that pulled me to her.
When I was younger, I was a bit of a playboy. I knew I could have any woman I wanted, by the sheer fact that I was the prince, and I had a different woman in my bed almost nightly. But over the years all of that grew tiresome. All of those women were the exact same and I was longing for something so much more.
I thought I actually found that with Teagan. Granted, she had no idea who I really was, but something told me that even if she did, it wouldn’t really seem to bother her.
I wished there was someone I could confide in about this, but I knew there really was no one. My friends would just laugh it off as a hot piece of ass, and my father would probably have me trying to marry her tomorrow. I placed my head in my hands. If my father or the council found out about this, found out how I truly felt about Teagan, things would explode. She would likely be brought in front of the council and all of the conversations would turn into when they were getting married. That was the last thing in the world I wanted. If Teagan and I were going to be together, if that was even what she wanted, it had to be done the right way, the normal way. I wasn’t about to force her into a marriage that she wouldn’t want.