by Eden Finley
Nice party favours.
Once I had him sheathed, I couldn’t hold off. I sucked him into my mouth and took him deep.
Even though it was a flavoured condom, the medicinal taste was still there. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the only way he’d let me do this, so I took it.
A feminine moan from behind me urged me on.
“Like what you see?” Xander asked D.
She didn’t answer, and I couldn’t look behind me because I was too busy trying to get Xander off, but I assumed she nodded because Xander chuckled.
“I need your mouth on mine, babe,” Xander panted.
The chair squeaked across the floor when she stood. The fabric of her dress rustled, and the bed dipped as she climbed on next to him.
I peered up at them and watched as they made out. His hand cupped her face, and there was tenderness between them but heat as well. The woman could kiss, and I’d love to put her mouth to good use.
Maybe later.
His hand went to her breast, and the whimper she let out went straight to my dick. Xander’s hips rolled, forcing me to take him deeper, and I realised I’d become sloppy in my job. It was difficult not to lose myself watching them together.
My focus went back to what I was doing, but I couldn’t resist glancing up at them again. D was on her back, and Xander moved the skirt of her dress up around her waist, giving me the perfect line of vision. His fingers teased her clit, but he was refusing to go further, and she grunted in frustration. He whispered, “Beg for it.”
She tsked him. “You need to learn something, Z. I don’t beg. Ever. And I promise I can hold out longer than you.”
“Challenge accepted.”
I couldn’t take it and pulled off Xander’s cock. “I’m not above begging, and I need to see you touch her. Please.”
“I like a man who asks nicely,” Xander said. Xander watched me as he slipped a finger inside her.
D threw her head back and arched off the bed, but Xander’s blue eyes were still on me, challenging me.
I didn’t break eye contact as I lowered my head and my tongue licked along the length of his shaft. I teased his head, sucking the tip into my mouth. My hand pumped the base of him and then trailed down. His balls tightened as I ran my hand over them. When my pinkie finger moved even farther, a strangled sound came from his throat.
His hand left D and fisted in my hair. “If you do that, this will all be over. I don’t want it to end yet.”
I wanted him to come. I wanted to be the one to drive him to that point.
“D, I need you,” he said.
Mildly disappointed, I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
D climbed off the bed and approached me. “I only have one rule, boys. No DP on the first date. I’m a lady.”
Xander snorted.
I stood and turned her around so her back hit my front, and she could no doubt feel my erection against her ass.
“No problem, sweetheart.” I kissed my way up her neck. “I’m happy to watch. But how about we make him beg for it now.”
“Oh, so you’re an evil motherfucker,” Xander said, but his smile let me know he wasn’t really mad.
D rested her head back on my shoulder as my hands roamed all over her, from her breasts, down her stomach, and back up again. My lips explored her neck, but my eyes stayed on Xander. I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her bra.
Evidently, rich people didn’t wear underwear.
Xander toed off his shoes, socks, and pants, but he still wore his shirt unbuttoned. His long, toned body taunted me on a good day. Right now, it tortured me. Xander’s hand wrapped around his cock, and the sight was my undoing.
“I could do this all night.” He took a long, slow pull.
“Fuck, honey, he’s stubborn, isn’t he?” My words made Xander grin.
“Z always gets what he wants,” she said.
His smile stayed in place but only I knew it was now forced. What she said wasn’t true at all. You’d think being royalty, he could have whatever he wanted, but it didn’t work like that.
“She’s right,” he lied. “So send our girl over here.”
Our girl. I liked that way more than I should have. After I walked out of here, I’d have to pretend this never happened. Since the funerals, I’d seen Xander only twice—both at family events where I was responsible for one of his cousins. I’d watched him as he worked the room, but we didn’t talk. I was no longer his bodyguard; he had no reason to talk to me. The fact he was calling D ours, as if we shared something, yeah, I was screwed. I’d spent this year trying to forget about him, and now I’d be jerking off at this memory for years to come.
Instead of going to Xander when I released her, D turned towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “There’s no reason you should miss out.” She kissed me harder than she did before, and I pulled her close.
Hands came in between us. I opened my eyes to find Xander behind D, staring at us while we kissed. His hand found mine and passed me a condom. He went to pull away, but I couldn’t resist taking advantage of him being right there. I broke the kiss with D and cupped the back of Xander’s neck, bringing his mouth to mine.
Fuck, I could’ve kissed him forever.
With D sandwiched between us, she rocked her hips against us both.
Xander chuckled and pulled away. “Someone’s impatient.” He sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped his arm around D’s waist, and brought her down on his cock. Embracing her from behind, he moved his hand between her legs. She arched into him, and I couldn’t help leaning forward to remove her bra and take a tight nipple into my mouth. Dual moans filled my ears as they watched what I was doing.
“So beautiful,” I murmured and moved over to the other one.
Her hands reached for my belt and zipper.
“I’m not going to last long,” I said, straightening up. My poor cock had been ignored until now, and it was way too excited.
“You won’t be the only one,” Xander said.
The minute I put on the condom and D’s lips wrapped around me, I almost exploded. My hand weaved into her long blonde hair and gripped tight.
Her mouth was warm and powerful, and my balls drew up tight way too soon. With my hand fisted in her hair, I took control, making sure to take my time moving in and out of her vacuum of a mouth.
“So hot,” Xander said and lay on his back.
D rode him, leaning forward and gripping my hips for leverage. She took me deep and tongued the sensitive underside of my cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
D’s hips rolled and she rocked back and forth over Xander. I couldn’t stop the moan as she worked me over, and I had to grit my teeth and breathe through my nose to hold onto the last shred of control I had.
When D quivered, and Xander grunted, I was too close to the edge.
My eyes found Xander’s. Even with the mask obscuring half his face, I could tell this was the happiest he’d been in the last year. Gone was his pain, the pressure of obligations, and he was letting himself go. He’d never know it was me giving him this, but seeing him carefree for the first time in a long while was worth it.
“I need to come,” Xander said.
“Thank God,” I said.
D hummed around my cock in agreement, and I could no longer hold back. My spine tingled as I thrust into her mouth harder, fucking her face with abandon, until I convulsed into her mouth.
The orgasm ripped through me, tearing a part of my soul. Because the second I stopped shuddering, I knew this whole thing would be over. D stayed with me until I stilled. When I pulled out, she let out a breathy “Oh, shit” and increased her speed as she rode Xander. Her hands kept a hold of my hips to steady herself.
As I watched them together, my spent cock stirred again, but the unease in my gut and the guilt made it deflate just as quickly.
I was wrong to take this from Xander when he didn’t know it was me
doing it.
When they both fell apart only moments later, Xander sat up and held D through climax. I stumbled backwards until I hit the stool and collapsed onto it.
“That was—” I was going to say great, which was both the truth and a lie wrapped up in one, but my gaze caught on someone outside the Voyeur Room. “Shit!” I stood in a hurry, ditched the condom in the trash can provided, tucked everything away, and then zipped up my pants. My co-worker and my charge—Xander’s cousin—were back in the bar area, and they were scanning the room looking for me.
“Shit?” The prince laughed. “Fuck you very much.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Sorry. Not what I mean. That was great, but I gotta go.”
“He’s Cinderella-ing us,” D said.
“Did I miss the part of that story where they had a three-way?” Xander asked. “I would’ve paid more attention had I known.”
“I think we should be offended,” D said.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, so I left it undone. Stepping forward, I leaned down and kissed her. I put in as much effort as I could muster, but after coming so hard, I didn’t have much left. “Nothing to be offended about.” I moved on to Xander and made sure to savour the last kiss I’d ever give him. I let him take control and didn’t ever want to pull away, but I had to. “Thank you for making me feel worthy of a king,” I whispered.
Xander sucked in a sharp breath.
I had to get out of there. Fast. I was two seconds away from exposing who I was. Without a last look—I couldn’t bear it—I grabbed my jacket from beside the bed and ran back out to meet Brad and Quin.
“Well, look at you,” Prince Quin taunted. “Mr. Uptight got laid. ’Bout fucking time.”
“Do you think they have an extra ball gag around here somewhere?” I grumbled.
Brad laughed. “What’d you do?”
I shook my head and stormed towards the exit. “Something stupid.”
“What’s the rush?” Prince Quin called after me. “Going to turn into a pumpkin?”
Do not flip off your boss. Do not flip off your boss.
Delia
I woke feeling thoroughly fucked—always a good start to the morning. What made it better was waking on the softest bed I’d ever slept in, in a room bigger than my entire apartment, and next to a guy who was hotter than sin. But also the future king of my country. That was the only downer.
“You stayed.” Alexander’s voice was croaky from sleep.
I rolled over to face him. “I tried to sneak out at four a.m. and got lost.”
He cracked a wide smile, but I wasn’t joking. I needed to escape—that was my usual MO—but for some reason, Xander made me press mute on the little voice inside my head telling me I didn’t belong here. This could never be my life, no matter how much fun I had last night.
After our mystery man left us at the club, Alexander asked me to come back to the palace for another round. As it turned out, he wasn’t above begging, and I loved every second of it. I had refused until he promised I could witness a tongue lashing from the royal guard.
I thought it would be fun, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. It wasn’t his security detail trying to rip him a new one; it was his grandfather. I stood in front of the king of Ashwick while he scolded Alexander as if he were a child.
The king looked prepared to abdicate Alexander’s throne for him and pass the duty off to the next in line, but when I stepped forward and said the prince wanted to take me on a proper date and court me, the king backed down. For a brief moment, he even looked pleased.
Yup, I lied to a freaking king. I was going to hell, but I was probably already on that guest list before last night anyway.
Alexander’s lips traced my skin, from my neck down to my naked breasts and then back up until they finally found my lips.
Last night was so much more than I expected. I’d heard rumours about Prince Alexander, but I wasn’t sure I believed them until I saw them with my own eyes.
He was into males and females, and seeing him with another man did things to me. Having two guys was new. I’d done the threesome thing before with a guy and another girl, but I wasn’t into girl-on-girl. I did that to fulfil the guy’s fantasy, not mine. Last night, that was all for me—and Alexander, evidently. I wanted more, but it wasn’t going to happen again. I wasn’t going to allow myself to get attached to someone I couldn’t have, and as I stated last night, I was no crown chaser.
“I should go,” I murmured against his lips.
“You can’t.” He climbed on top of me, pinning me to the bed. His hard length pressed against me.
I bit my lip to hold in a moan. “Haven’t you had enough?”
“Of you? Never.”
“Well, sorry to burst your bubble, Your Highness—”
“We’ve fucked. Repeatedly. You get to call me Xander.”
“Xander.” That felt weird rolling off my tongue. “I have to go.”
“No. You have to stay.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t belong here.” I wasn’t trying to be a spoiled brat. I was stating an ugly truth.
“I want to marry you.”
A weird ringing screech echoed in my ear. I think it was my brain freaking out—like there was a miniature me in my head screaming to run away. “Aaaand we’ve moved into crazy town. You need sleep, Your Royal Highness.”
“Stop throwing my title at me, and calm the farm while you’re at it. After one night, I’m not declaring my undying love for you, but here’s the deal: I need my grandfather off my back, and you’re an awesome girl with all the qualities of a queen. You dress and act like a librarian to the public but swear like a sailor between the sheets. There’s no doubt that I’m smitten with you, Lady Hillington, but love? Fuck that. I don’t have it in me to do that, but I do need a wife. Someone who understands who I am, and—”
“Will invite guys into the bedroom every now and then?”
“And can give me new experiences without judging. Last night was the first three-way I’ve ever had—”
“Bullshit.” That wasn’t possible. He was a prince. He could have whatever and whoever he wanted.
“Truth. And you gave it to me because somehow, at that stuffy charity ball the palace threw last night, you saw through the front I’ve been putting up for over a year. You saw I needed an escape, and you gave it to me. After only one night, you understand me more than most of the people in this palace and don’t judge me for it.”
“I can’t become the queen of Ashwick.”
“Okay, fine. You need convincing. Convincing, I can do.” He leaned down, claiming my mouth.
I allowed myself ten seconds of pleasure before forcing myself to pull back. “That’s really good convincing, but the palace will never approve of me. You think last night was my first night of shenanigans? I’m a party girl, Xander—the exact definition of a spoiled socialite. I’m too unimportant and too careful to get caught by the tabloids, but there’s no way I could become queen without my past coming to bite you and the royal family in its ass. Right now, I’m a no one, so my actions don’t matter to the public, but put me in the spotlight, shit is going to come out about me.”
“We can claim it’s all untrue and sue anyone who tries to state otherwise. Unless there’s proof. Is there a sex tape?”
I laugh. “No. Never been that stupid.”
“How many other threesomes have you had?”
“Do you really need to know that?”
“Nope, but I want to know. Watching you suck that guy’s cock while you rode me was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Now who’s the sailor.” My attempt at deflecting didn’t work.
“Admit it. That guy was hot.”
“Super hot.”
“Soooo, what are you doing for the summer?” he asked. His sudden change in topic confused me.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
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sp; “What are you doing for the summer?” he asked again, slower this time.
“You? Is that the answer you’re looking for?”
“Ding, ding, ding. You’re moving in here. We’re officially courting, as you told my grandfather last night, and there’s definitely going to be a lot of fucking.”
“I thought you said you weren’t looking for a crown chaser?”
“You’re not a crown chaser. You don’t even want to do this.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
I loved that he wasn’t offended. The glimmer in his eye suggested he took it more as a challenge than a rejection.
“All the other eligible women are vanilla,” he said. “They moan at the right time, pretend to enjoy themselves, fake it, and say everything is great when they’re closing their eyes and imagining a tiara on their head.”
I’d lost count of how many times we’d had sex in the last twelve hours, but each time was different. Different position, different speeds, and different levels of intimacy. How a woman would have to fake anything with him was beyond me.
I didn’t know if I’d survive a summer with him. After one night, I worried he and our Cinderella man ruined me for all other men. It was supposed to be a night of careless fun. Not—
Xander brought his mouth to mine and kissed me softly. “What do you say?” he whispered.
I was so going to cave. “Fuck.”
“I love that word coming from your mouth. I’m still not used to it. I have a whole summer to get you to agree to be my queen.”
“I’m down with all the sex, but I’m telling you this won’t go anywhere. You need to be prepared for your family to give a big fat no when you ask them if you can marry me.”
He rolled off me and pulled me close, kissing the top of my head. “Trust me, beautiful, you come from a good family, and you have a vagina; Grandfather will accept you.”
“High standards, he has there.”
“Well, when your crown prince is queer, I’m pretty sure the royal family will settle for anyone without a dick.”
“They all know?” I didn’t know why I thought it was a huge secret when I’d heard rumours of it myself.
He huffed a humourless laugh. “Yeah. They all know. If Grandfather found out what happened last night, I’d be disowned for sure. When …” He paused and swallowed hard.