Royal Engagement

by Chance Carter

  I pushed her back to the bed and lay her down with her head on the pillow and her long legs parted. She watched me with half-lidded eyes as I pulled off her panties, her beautiful pink pussy now out for my inspection. My cock pressed insistently against the front of my trousers. I ignored it. Right now, there was only one thing I wanted—the taste of her.

  I crawled up the bed, blowing hot air over Tamara’s calves, thighs, as I went. Tamara’s tits heaved, spilling over the cups of her bra with every panting breath. I stopped at the cleft between her legs, inhaling her musky feminine aroma with a groan of pleasure. I couldn’t wait any longer. No more taking things slow.

  I hoisted a leg over each of my shoulders and dove in, sucking and licking at her clit like a starving man at a feast. Tamara cried out at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, bucking up at my face. I grabbed her ass and pulled her ever closer, holding her in place, licking up and down her sex with the flat of my tongue.

  I swirled my tongue, then sucked hard on her clit and made her scream.

  “Fuck, Alex,” she cried out. “Yes!”

  Finally, she was calling my name. Not Dennis. Me.

  I attacked her with renewed vigor, inserting a finger into her and stroking her g-spot with each lick of my tongue. Tamara was shaking now. Her hands scrabbled against the blankets, holding them in a white-knuckled grip as her moans grew louder and louder. I could tell she was close.

  I lapped up her sweet nectar and thrust in another finger. I twisted them around. I moved them in and out. I swirled my tongue over her clit and then, like a starburst, she broke.

  Her pussy squeezed my fingers but I didn’t let up. I kept licking, kept thrusting, even as she cried out in ecstasy and sank against the mattress. This effort ensured that the moment her first orgasm subsided, a second hit rose up and hit her full force. Tamara quaked and mewed softly. Finally, I let her legs down and sat back on my heels.

  Tamara looked up at me, panting. I smiled and licked her juices from my fingers. She bit her lip.

  Slowly, giving her time to breathe, I kissed up her body. I snaked a hand under her back to release her bra and tossed it across the room. Her fleshy globes bounced free. They were full, soft, with pert dark nipples that begged for my mouth. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, massaging her other breast and flicking my thumb over her sensitive bud.

  “I wouldn’t expect a prince to be quite so...generous,” Tamara joked with a pleased sigh.

  I moved to her other nipple, grazing my teeth over it. “You’ve got it all wrong, Kitty Kat. I take what I want, when I want.” I bit down, just enough to make her jump in surprise. “I’ve been wanting to eat your pussy since that first night. I’ve been dreaming of these gorgeous tits.” I ground my hard bulge against her thigh. “And now I want to fill you so full of my cock that you can hardly breathe.”

  Tamara’s breath caught.

  I chuckled. “Yeah, a little bit like that.”

  I moved to the edge of the bed and stood, grabbing a condom from my wallet and removing my pants and boxers. My cock jutted imposingly, a glistening bead of precum leaking from the tip. Tamara’s eyes widened in appreciation.

  She looked so beautiful, spread out before me like that. Her long, shapely legs, round hips, peaked breasts, a mane of black hair splayed over the pillow. I took a snapshot in my mind. I never wanted to forget her like this.

  Then I ripped open the condom and slid it down over my length before crawling overtop of her.

  Tamara kissed me long and deep. She ran her hands down the muscles of my chest, cupping my balls in her hand and massaging them gently. Fuck, it felt good. Warmth spread through my bottom half, quickly chased by fire. My meat ached. I needed to get inside of her, and I needed to do it now.

  I pressed Tamara flat against the pillow with a hand on her throat and lined my cock up to her entrance, using every ounce of my willpower to take it slow so I wouldn’t hurt her.

  Tamara cooed as the first inch stretched her wide. I bent down to capture her mouth, releasing her neck and holding her face instead. Her pussy was tight. It gripped me like a vice, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. Tamara grabbed my ass and urged me deeper, faster. It was a touch that said she wanted all of me and she wanted it now. I was only too happy to oblige.

  I grunted and thrust in the rest of the way. Tamara moaned against my lips, biting my lower lip and sending electricity shooting down my spine.

  Oh fuck.

  She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed, holding me deep inside of her while she adjusted. I reveled in the sensation.

  Had sex ever been this good? It was like the first time all over again, each sensation fresh and overwhelmingly good. I pulled out and sunk in again. Then again. Each time faster, more powerful. My long, hard strokes made my balls boil with pleasure.

  Tamara was wild beneath me. She scratched my back, thrust up toward me, kissed every inch of skin she could reach. She was a wildcat, my Kitty Kat, and I’d conquered her.

  I pounded into her mercilessly. My orgasm was on the horizon and I couldn’t wait to cum deep inside of her. I sat back on my knees and gripped her by the hips with her legs over my shoulders, getting deeper than ever before. Tamara moaned and held onto the headboard. The sight was so erotic, so fucking hot, that I nearly came right then—but I wanted to feel her pussy spasm on my dick first.

  I started rubbing her clit. Not fast and hard, just gentle circles to tease her, to build up that pressure inside of her. Tamara met my eyes and the look on her face was almost pleading.

  “Cum, Kitty Kat,” I told her. “Cum on my cock.”

  I slammed in harder. Her tits bounced, and the tension in my balls built until I knew I was only seconds away from exploding. Tamara’s head fell back and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

  Tamara came hard. The force of her muscles squeezing my cock brought me to climax instantly, and I shuddered as I spilled stream after stream of cum. The sensation was intense. Satisfying. I fell forward, sweat prickling my brow, and buried my face into the sheets as I recovered.

  Tamara stroked my back, still catching her own breath. A moment later, I rolled to the side and pulled off the condom, then took her into my arms.

  “So,” I said, kissing the top of her head, “do you want me to leave and never return, or will you permit me to take you out again?”

  “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to how sometimes you can be a total gentleman and other times there’s nothing gentle about you.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  Tamara rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on my chest. “I’m leaving in a couple of months, Alex. I have to go back to the States.”

  “So?” I reached up to smooth her hair back, gliding my thumb down her cheek. “Let’s just have some fun together.”

  She licked her lips, thinking, then nodded. “Okay, but I want to keep things as quiet as possible if we’re going to keep seeing each other.”

  She kissed my chest, then bit gently. I flinched.

  “That means no visits on set,” Tamara said in a low voice.

  I chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”

  “Good.” She sighed and slid down against my side, pulling my arm over her shoulder. “Sometimes I feel like the media controls my every move, you know? My successes, my failures, nothing matters until somebody reports it.”

  “I know what you mean,” I replied, beginning to tell her about my current frustration with my charity project.

  I left out the part about Clarissa’s pregnancy, since that was a classified secret for the time being, and was also careful not to mention any Swedish princesses while I was at it. It felt good to relieve some of my anxiety. Tamara was a great listener.

  “You know,” she said quietly. “You’re so much different than I thought you were.”

  “I’m not,” I said, but she didn’t believe me. I left it at that.

  Chapter 10

  Tamara

  I slept in the next morning, aw
aking to a heavenly soreness in my limbs. I wished that I didn’t have to wake alone, but I understood why Alex had to jet off back to the palace last night. Maybe someday down the line we would actually sleep with each other.

  The sheer curtains covering my window glowed with mid-morning light, and everything was still. I took that to mean Joanne wasn’t home yet.

  I stretched in bed and then rose, pulling on a robe and heading to the kitchen to make some coffee. I had the day off from shooting but had to go in for a costume fitting later in the afternoon, which was fine with me. A morning off was the same as a day off to me. All I needed was a little time to recharge and relax and I was ready for the next adventure.

  Joanne practically crashed through the front door as I filled the pot with water. I jumped and some of it splashed over the sides.

  “What the hell?” I asked, spinning to confront her.

  Joanne wore a dazzling grin, her hair a splendid mess of red. “Sorry! I wasn’t sure if Mr. Prince Charming might still be here. Wanted to give you guys some warning.”

  “Fair enough.” I turned back to the machine. “Coffee?”

  “Oh, please.” She fell onto the couch, sighing. “Buckets of it.”

  “Long night?” I asked.

  “In the best way possible. Tristan and I stayed up until the sun rose.”

  I set the coffee machine to brew and joined Jo on the couch, moving her legs so I could sit. She sat up and pushed herself into the corner of the couch, facing me.

  “You need to tell me everything about your date with the prince,” she demanded. “Every little detail.”

  I smiled. “Not sure you want every detail.”

  Jo’s mouth fell open. “I can’t believe you! I would ask if we could switch lives but I’m pretty happy with my son of a duke.”

  “I’m sure he’s more than that.”

  She smiled dreamily. “Oh, he’s much more. Charming. Intelligent. Funny. Kind.” Jo grabbed a pillow and cuddled it to her chest. “And he likes me. He really likes me.”

  A knot of concern ached in my chest but I tried my best to ignore it. Joanne was the kind of girl who fell without even thinking to grab onto something. Worrying about my little sister was second nature to me, but I tried to set my doubts aside. Jo was happy. If this guy was going to break her heart, he was going to do it whether I voiced my concern or not. I made a mental note to be ready in case the other shoe did drop.

  “When are you seeing him again?” I asked.

  “As soon as possible,” she said. “He’s going to check his schedule but he wants to take me out for dinner tomorrow.”

  “I’m happy for you.”

  Jo grinned. “Thanks, sis. Now, back to telling me almost everything about your night with Alex.”

  I told her about the restaurant, and how easily our conversation flowed. The only details I left out were the specifics of our sex, though I did let her know it happened and it was phenomenal.

  “Tristan and I had sex for the first time last night,” she said. “In case that wasn’t obvious.”

  “I guessed from the fact that you’re glowing,” I joked.

  “He was really shy about it,” she said. “It was pretty cute, actually.”

  I found that funny, since the last word I would ever use to describe Alexander was shy.

  Jo soon went off to take a nap, and I got ready for my day. I hated showering off the scent of Alexander, but considering I was also caked in sweat, it was for the best.

  I showed up to the set later that day, glowing from the inside out. Though costume fittings were boring and routine, my mood steadied me like a ballast the whole way through. I made plans in my head to curl up with a movie and some popcorn later, and was still half in the clouds when Michael called my name just as I was leaving the set.

  “Tamara!” he called again.

  I turned, frowning, to see Michael jogging to catch up with me.

  “Hey,” I said. “What’s up?”

  I figured there was a question he needed to ask me, something to do with work. I hoped, anyway.

  He stopped in front of me, running a hand through his hair in a way that used to make my heart skip. “I just wanted to talk to you. It’s been awhile.”

  I eyed him suspiciously. “You seem like you’ve got something very specific on your mind.”

  “You caught me.” He grinned sheepishly. “I just can’t stop thinking about you and that prince.”

  “Kind of weird.”

  Michael normally dripped charm. The fact that he was off his game concerned me a little. What was going on with him? What was I in for?

  “No, I mean...” He winced. “Are you guys, like, seeing each other?”

  I wanted to tell him, once again, that it was none of his business, but that could lead to rumors. The last thing I wanted was rumors.

  “No, we’re, like, not.”

  If Michael picked up on my bitter sarcasm, he didn’t show it. Instead, his smile grew. He took a step closer to me. Despite every bitter thought in my head, my heart picked up just a little.

  It was his eyes, I reasoned. He had a way of making it feel like he saw you and only you, and that he was looking right into your soul. It was one of the first things that drew me to him, and even after everything it was apparently still my weakness.

  “That’s good.” His voice was lower now. “I thought I’d missed my chance.”

  An assortment of nasty replies lined themselves up on my tongue, but none made it out. Something about the way my old feelings fluttered in my gut stopped them, and for a second I just stared at him. That gave Michael all the encouragement he needed to keep talking.

  “I’m all done here for today,” he said. “Why don’t we go for a drink?”

  I recalled those early days last year, when the same question had stirred feelings of hope and warmth in my chest. Now there was only ice. Getting over feelings for somebody was hard, and it was never a perfect process, even if they hurt you. But I could not, and would not, ever give in to those feelings. Especially when the ones of hatred were so much stronger.

  “Absolutely not,” I said finally.

  I turned and left, strolling rather than stomping like I wanted to. Only when I was in a cab on my way home did I realize that the encounter didn’t shake me nearly as much as it would have a few weeks earlier. When we started shooting this season, I could barely look at Michael without wanting to puke from a nauseous combination of longing and revulsion.

  Now look at me. Go me.

  I checked my phone in the cab and realized I’d left it on silent during the fitting and missed a call from my mom. I figured she was just checking in, but I was happy to call her back all the same. It had been awhile since we last spoke.

  “Hey Mom,” I said when she answered. “How are things on the other side of the pond?”

  Mom’s reply was not as bright and cheerful as I expected. “Have you talked to Joanne recently?” Urgency threaded through her voice. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of her but she won’t pick up my calls.”

  “Of course I’ve talked to her,” I said. “She’s just napping. I’m about fifteen minutes away from my flat, but I can wake her up and get her to call you when I get back if you want.”

  “Wake her up?” she asked tightly.

  “Yeah?”

  Why did she sound so confused?

  It hit me, and my mouth fell open.

  “Oh, no,” I said breathily. “Did she not tell you?”

  “Tell me what?”

  “That she came to visit me.”

  Silence for a moment, and then, “She did what?”

  “Yeah. She got here just over a week ago,” I said. “Why wouldn’t she tell you? That’s not like Jo.”

  “Probably because she knows that I know she still has exams!”

  Oh, no. Jo, what are you doing?

  “You’re sure?” I asked. “She told me she was finished.”

  “I have her exam schedule,” Mom confir
med. “She had one three days ago, another two this coming week. What the hell is she playing at?”

  “I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m nearly home though. I’ll talk to her, find out what’s going on and let you know. I’ll tell her to call you, okay?”

  “Okay.” She sighed. “I’m worried about her, Tamara.”

  “I know.”

  We ended the call and I gritted my teeth for the rest of the cab ride, wondering if this was Jo finally snapping. But she’d shown no signs! The way she turned up, all bubbles and smiles, it was enough to make me wonder if she honestly just didn’t know she still had exams. But Jo wasn’t stupid. She wouldn’t just book a flight without making sure she was finished school for the year first.

  So what was she doing?

  I stormed through my flat and found Jo in bed, mouth gaping open, snoring lightly. I pulled the pillow out from under her head and whacked her over the legs with it. “Wake up.”

  “Whoa, hey?” Jo sat up, sleepily. “What’s going on? Why’d you do that?’

  “Why didn’t you tell Mom that you’re over here?” I asked.

  Jo rubbed her eyes. “Because I knew she’d freak out.”

  “Would she be freaking out, perhaps, because you left before you finished your exams?”

  Jo shook her head. “No, like I said. Done exams.”

  “That’s not what she seems to think.”

  “Well, I may have left out the part where I’m done with school entirely,” Jo said. “I dropped out.” She reached her hand toward the pillow. “Can I have that back? I was having a good dream.”

  “You dropped out?” I screeched. “What the hell, Jo?”

  Sensing that I wasn’t going to let her return to her happy dreamland, Jo pitched a sigh and hauled herself out of bed. She started dressing.

  “It was too much pressure,” she said.

  “Jo, look, I know Mom and Dad can be pretty overbearing when it comes to this kind of thing,” I said. “That doesn’t mean you should just leave university.”

  Jo moved over to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. “I’m restless. I want to have fun, do crazy things that I’ll remember when I’m old and ugly and boring. I can’t do that if I’m stuck in an institution I hate and frankly don’t believe in, all to please my parents because they didn’t get the opportunity to follow their own dreams.” She shrugged, bringing the glass to her lips. “I’m over it.”