Royally Wicked

by Alexa Kaye

She slides her hands under the smooth cotton and my hands curl into fists. I have never been so desperate for a woman. Never. With every second that passes, it gets harder to maintain control. I tip my head and inhale. She smells so. Damn. Good. Sweet. Heavenly. She pushes my shirt off my shoulders, revealing my tattoo sleeves. “Oh. Wow. You weren’t kidding. You didn’t seem like the tattoo type.”

  “What type did I seem like?” I ask. My balls are so tight they feel like they’re going to explode. She needs to stop touching me.

  No, no she doesn’t.

  The shirt off, she turns her attention to my pants. The pretty stain on her cheeks tells me she’s fully aware of the size of my pants tent.

  I’m not wearing a belt. That’s one step we get to skip. A few seconds less torture. Her hands tremble a little as she pushes the button of my fly through the hole. She eases the zipper down, fingers brushing against my hard cock, now covered only by my cotton boxer briefs. After she removes my pants, I brace my legs farther apart.

  Dropping to her knees, she eases the waistband of my underwear over my dick.

  Damn, that sweet mouth is mere inches away. With one little nudge, I could shove my cock between those lips.

  My balls clench.

  Shit, I’m going to cum on her face.

  I grit my teeth and close my eyes. I can’t watch her slide my boxer briefs down my legs.

  At last she tugs them down to my ankles. I kick them off and open my eyes.

  Play time is over.

  My palms itch to weight those lush breasts so I go for them first. They’re heavy but not too full. And so soft. Except the hard little pink nipples. They are begging me to suckle.

  But as I bend to take my first taste, she wobbles on her high heels. I catch her at the waist and steady her, then, once I’m sure she isn’t going to fall over, I walk her to the bed and ease her back until she is splayed out for me to touch and taste and explore.

  Damn what a beautiful sight.

  I start at her breasts because, you know, breasts. And these breasts are God’s most perfect creations, I swear. I could suck and pinch and lick these breasts forever. And, bonus, she writhes and whimpers in response.

  This woman is the most responsive woman I have ever touched. Every little flick of my tongue or fingertip makes her shiver or moan. It’s more than I can take. My dick is doing its damned best to reach for that pretty pussy of hers. It’s longer, harder than its ever been.

  Once I’ve had my fill of her breasts I move lower, tasting and nipping my way to heaven. Down the hollow of her stomach, over her smooth-shaved mound.

  I have to taste her pussy. But she has her legs locked together like a terrified virgin. I curl my fingers around her slender ankles and lift them, forcing them back and apart. As they slide back, her pussy opens to me, the folds unfurling like flower petals. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world. Those fragrant folds flushed pink and damp with her dew.

  I graze her outer lips with a fingertip and she startles.

  “Easy, baby. I won’t hurt you.” Again, I touch her swollen outer lips. It’s a soft touch, gentle and yet she reacts as if I’ve shoved my cock into her slick channel to the hilt. “What’s wrong?” Is she ticklish? That must be it. I press my finger deeper into her slit. She’s so wet. Dripping wet. I slide in…and hit a barrier.

  Ahhhh. So that’s it. That’s why she’s so jumpy and skittish.

  My sweet girl is a virgin.

  Chapter 5

  Riley

  He knows.

  Now, what’s he going to do?

  Will he backpedal, blathering excuses about why he needs to leave right now, so he won’t be the guy stuck breaking me in—so to speak?

  He pulls his finger out of me and climbs onto the mattress. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  God, I’m embarrassed. I sit up, legs smacked together now, and wrap my arms around myself. “Isn’t it obvious?”

  He shakes his head. “No.”

  Ugh. He’s going to make me explain? Really? I’m mortified enough as it is. But he wants to add to my misery by making me say it out loud.

  I stare at my toes. Toes are safe things to look at. I see no judgment there. “I’m a college grad. And I haven’t had sex. You’re probably wondering what’s wrong with me, why the guys at school haven’t tried to get into my pants. Aren’t you?”

  “No.”

  Oh.

  Huh.

  “Really?” I ask.

  “Really.” He thumbs my chin, turning my head until I’m facing him. My eyes follow, finding his mouth first then climbing up to his eyes. What do I see in their dark depths? Do I see any disinterest? Or judgment? “Why would I assume something is wrong with you?”

  “Because that’s what every guy I’ve dated lately seems to conclude. That I’m somehow tainted, since nobody has wanted me.”

  “That makes no sense.”

  “You know, it makes no sense to me either. But it’s the truth. I swear. I was beginning to think guys hate virgins. Like, the process of…” My face burns. I can’t talk about this. At least, I can’t look at him as I talk about this. I go back to staring at my toes. “Like it’s disgusting or something.”

  “It isn’t disgusting.” He draws me into his arms. The gesture is appreciated. Very much. But I can’t relax into his embrace. I need to know what’s going to happen next. Will he make an excuse and leave? It wouldn’t surprise me. “It’s actually a very nice experience. One I’ve only enjoyed once before.”

  Nice experience.

  That isn’t the most positive descriptive word he could have used. I say the probability of him cutting the night short is greater than fifty-fifty.

  I don’t respond to his nice comment because I don’t know how to. Nice experience? What do I say to that?

  I’m more concerned with the question of him leaving or not. Because up until this point I was onboard with moving forward.

  One of his hands stroke up and down my arm. He’s trying to comfort me, not seduce me. The mood is changing. Darn.

  “I’m taking it you’re not interested in repeating that ‘nice’ experience?” I ask after I summon up the guts.

  “I am. Very much. But only if you’re sure you’re ready.”

  “I’m sure I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a while. It’s the reason why I came to Vegas. I wanted to go somewhere far from home where I could get it over with and walk away with my dignity intact,” I confess to my toes.

  “Get it over and walk away?” he echoes, sounding perplexed.

  “Does that confuse you? Why? Is it because I’m a girl? I have a pussy, not a dick. So I must want to marry the first guy I fuck, is that it?” I look up.

  “No.” He shakes his head. Then he nods. “Well, maybe. Yes, maybe.”

  “Your country must be very conservative if that’s how the girls there think.”

  He grasps a lock of my hair and smooths it behind my ear. It’s such a sweet gesture. “I wouldn’t be so bold as to claim to know what every Belvarian girl thinks about her first time.”

  “I respect that comment.”

  “Thank you.” He cups my chin once again. “I ask, again. Are you sure this is what you want? Because I will be your first. Your…”

  “Manwhore,” I supply, the joke putting a big chink in my humiliation.

  “Manwhore,” he repeats, grinning. “I will be your ‘man whore’. I will take it as slow as you need.”

  “Who says I need it slow?” I tease, feeling braver. The truth is, I trust this guy. More than ever, I want him to be my first. After this conversation, I know, even without being paid, that he will follow my lead, rather than just take what he wants. I made a good choice for my first.

  In a show of bravery, I let my arms fall.

  Here are my boobs. They’re all yours. What are you going to do with them?

  A spark of lust flares in his eyes.

  So much for the dampening mood.

  He swings around and simultaneously sh
oves me onto my back. I squeal in surprise. But it isn’t a bad surprise. It’s a good one.

  “You’re mine,” he growls like a beast. “All mine.” Kneeling, his thighs spread, straddling my hips, he glares down at me with a hungry-man look on his face. “Those tits. Holy shit, those tits,” he says right before he leans down to take a taste.

  My spine arches as his warm mouth pulls on a nipple. Little pulses of heat zip through my body, traveling straight to my pussy. He grabs the other tit and squeezes, and ohmygod, that feels good! I reach down and rake my fingernails over his broad, beefy shoulders. Between my legs a throbbing beat pounds.

  Yes, oh yes, I picked the right manwhore for the job.

  I endure the agony of him sucking and licking and nipping first one nipple then the other. It’s a torment I can barely endure. As it is, I writhe and moan and whimper through the whole thing.

  I want more. I need more.

  Down there. Between my legs. That’s where I need his hands, his mouth, his cock.

  I push on his shoulders, giving him a (not so) subtle hint and he obeys, trailing kisses down the center of my quivering stomach. At my mound, he pauses.

  “Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asks yet again, abandoning the hungry beast act for a moment. “Because once I taste this sweet little pussy, there’s no stopping me. I will have you.”

  Oh God, the way he said that. Nuclear reactor hot!

  I nod because I can’t speak. My head is spinning. I’m sucking in air like I’m sprinting a marathon. And I’m burning up, from the inside.

  This has to end. Please, let it end!

  He grabs my knees and pushes them back and out. My thigh muscles tense. I can’t help it. I want this (God knows that!) but I’m still a little scared and timid. No guy has ever seen me down there. No guy has ever—

  Holy shit!

  If I were a cat, I would have launched straight into the air.

  His tongue drags over my clit, and ohmygod does it feel intense. He uses his fingers to spread my nether lips and does it again, and another spike of pleasure razors through my body. These aren’t pleasant little waves of sensation, hell no. They’re sharp, breath-stealing-ly powerful blades of heat stabbing between my legs. And I can barely stand it. He does it again and again, and my body is whipped into a frenzy. I am swallowed up by massive waves of sensation that build and build and build until I scream. Inside I explode. My empty pussy spasms, sending pulses of blinding heat blazing through me.

  Now that is an orgasm!

  The powerful sensations haven’t faded yet when I feel him shift positions. His hips are wedged between my splayed thighs.

  A nudge at my entry.

  This is it!

  “You’re mine,” he repeats. “Do you hear me? Mine.”

  I open my eyes, having not even realized they’d been closed and see him. He’s gazing into my eyes, his face a mask of tension and need. It’s so freaking sexy I just about cum again.

  “Tell me I can take you bareback. I don’t want any barrier between us. I want to feel you. All of you.” His voice is husky and deep with lust. His lips full and gleaming with my juices. “I have regular physical checkups—military. I’m clean.”

  I have birth control handled. There’s no chance this one night stand is going to produce any unwanted consequences in that respect. Can I trust he’s telling the truth?

  I’m probably an idiot for believing him but I do. I nod and he bends his elbows, resting his upper body on mine. “Kiss me,” he demands right before he smashes his mouth to mine.

  He tastes good. Sweet. A little salty. His tongue stabs into my mouth, claiming, as the tip of his cock inches deeper inside my tight channel. I tense at the unfamiliar sensation. I’ve never had anything this big inside me. My hymen is stretching. It burns. I tense more.

  “Easy baby. You’re so fucking tight.” He nips my lower lip. “Damn, it’s hard holding back. Everything in me wants to pound into you like a fucking animal. But I won’t hurt you.” His cock slips a little deeper, putting more pressure on the thin barrier.

  It hurts. Burns. I feel a tearing sensation. My fingers hook, nails digging into his shoulders. I whimper.

  He slams home.

  Pain. Fullness. It’s almost too much. I want him out. I squirm, pushing on his shoulders.

  “I’m sorry, baby.” He scatters little butterfly kisses all over my face. My eyelids. My nose. My mouth. His thick rod doesn’t move. I want it out. And yet I don’t. My insides clamp tight around his dick. It doesn’t fit, and yet it does. I’m so full. Stuffed full.

  Leaving his rod deep inside me, he lifts his upper body off me and fingers my clit. My insides quiver, and he groans.

  “Shit. Holy shit,” he murmurs. He presses firmer on my little pearl and the increase in friction sends shivers up and down my spine. I feel my channel relaxing to accommodate his girth. The burning, tearing sensation is fading, replaced with a new sensation—a deep ache.

  Delicious. Wonderful. Heat.

  He slowly rocks his hips back and I feel his cock sliding out. The friction feels sooooo good. Ripples of pleasure spread through me. I feel the familiar tension building.

  Leaning over me again, he grasps my hair in his fists and mashes his mouth to mine. One hand slides down my neck and finds my breast. He cups it, thumb flicking my nipple, sending mini tremors of wicked pleasure buzzing up my spine.

  I splay my hands on his hard pecks, feeling the concrete-hard slabs of muscle flex beneath his skin. I have never touched a man who was this powerful, this…perfect. His body is glo-ri-ous.

  Still kissing me to oblivion, he grabs my wrists and, gathering them in one large hand, pins them above my head. Then he s-l-o-w-l-y rocks his hips forward, pushing his huge cock inside my channel once again. I feel every scrumptious inch of his fat rod as it tunnels into me. I whimper against his mouth, but he swallows it up. Once again I’m so full, stretched to the limit, the head of his cock nudging at the opening of my womb. With my arms pinned to the bed and his weight anchored above me, I’m utterly, completely under his control.

  And I’m about to explode.

  The way he commands my body. Just…wow!

  Heat is swirling through my body like a cyclone. Strength building. Temperature rising. He pulls out again but this time he plunges inside fast. I break the kiss to suck in a gasp. It’s too much to bear. Pleasure so intense it’s torture.

  How will I ever make it all night? I want it to end now. Right this second. And yet I don’t. It feels so, so, so good.

  He wasn’t boasting when he promised twelve hours of mind-blowing, can’t-even-move-a-pinky-toe orgasms. We’ve already hit the level of mind-blowing.

  With the index finger of his free hand, he draws a line from my tit up, over my collarbone, up the column of my neck, which is so ticklish the right side of my body burns as goose bumps prickle my skin. Up higher it goes, to the uber-sensitive skin just under my earlobe.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice husky.

  Fisting my hair again, he yanks just hard enough to make my heart skip a beat, forcing my head to the side. I quiver as another blast of heat rages through me.

  He’s rough and yet gentle. The shift from one to the other and back again keeps me on edge, my heart blood pounding against my breastbone.

  Ohmygod, I love it.

  “You’re mine. Only mine,” he rumbles again through gritted teeth.

  More dirty talk. So, so sexy!

  His eyes narrow. “Do you understand? Mine.” As if to punctuate his claim, he slams his hips forward, drilling deep inside me.

  Holy crap, I can’t take another second. My spine arches.

  “Say it,” he commands. He drags his finger down again, to my tit. “Say it. Mine.” He pinches my nipple and my channel grips his cock, still buried deep inside.

  The tightening sets of a series of mini-explosions that culminate in a fiery inferno.

  “Yours!” I shout as the overwhelming pleas
ure crashes through me. “All yours!” Whatever he wants. I don’t care. I’m blasting to the center of the universe. My whole body is one giant spasm of bliss.

  “No other man can touch you. This is mine.” He nips my lower lip then draws it into his mouth, suckling for a second or two. “And this.” He kisses, licks and nibbles along my jawline then down my neck. I shiver as my entire body is coated in goose bumps. “And this. It’s all mine.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple until it’s a burning, piercing point once again. “Mine.”

  This possessive, domineering, caveman thing is insanely hot.

  His. Hell, yes. I’m all his. For tonight. All night long.

  He pulls out, and I practically weep. The inferno has let off, the spasms now little tingles. But to be empty…it was almost painful.

  I claw at his shoulders and he chuckles, “Easy, baby. I’ll be back.” The teasing, tormenting bastard licks his way down my stomach, the light, teasing touches making my muscles clench. I can’t help rocking my hips forward and back to the throbbing heat pounding through my core. He moves down, the stubble on his chin scraping my sensitive skin burn even more. Then he parts my nether lips with his fingers and drags his tongue down my slit. “And this. Mine.” He shoves two fingers inside my pussy and I buck from the sudden invasion.

  While flicking his tongue over my clit, he hooks those fingers and fucks me, the combination making me cum again. Hard. My pussy spasms. Blinding bliss blazes up and down my body. Through the haze of the intense sensations I feel him reposition himself. His hard, big body angles over me. His thick arm encircles my waist. His cock prods at my throbbing, spasming entrance. And then I scream out in ecstasy as his dick tunnels deep inside again.

  This time he doesn’t go slow. He doesn’t hold back. No. Growling like an animal he fucks me, again and again and again. And every time his thick length surges deep, my muscles pull tighter. Stomach. Thighs. Fingers and toes.

  I feel so tiny beneath him. Powerless against his raging lust. But that only makes me hotter. I want him to have control. Control of everything. He shifts positions again, sitting upright on his knees and cupping my ass, lifting it high so he can thrust even deeper.