Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance)

by J. L. Beck

  “Open your eyes, princess,” I begged, pulling my fingers out, only to slam them back in, her tight hole squeezing around them. Her juices coated my hand. She was so wet for me and she hadn’t even come yet. I continued to feast on her, licking sucking and biting all while plunging my fingers into her at a relentless pace. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t remember her name, until she felt nothing but pleasure.

  Her eyes fluttered open. They were heavy like it took immense effort to get them open. I wanted to laugh out loud but couldn’t ruin the moment between us. She blinked them open again, and this time they stayed and adjusted to the extra pleasure forming in her body. I worked her over taking note of the lust and something else that I couldn’t quite place that lingered in her stare. Uncertainty maybe?

  “I can feel it…” she cried out, pushing back against my hand and face. I grabbed the tops of her thighs steadying her and making sure she couldn’t pull away from me before she came. No way, sweetheart. You’re riding out the pleasurable waves.

  “It feels soooo goooddd.” A loud breathy moan fell from her plump lips. I slipped another finger in, and that must have been her undoing. Three strokes later and she was calling out my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Fuck, I’ve never been so jealous of my own hand. It touched her where I never had.

  Noelle kept her eyes locked on me as she rode out the waves of pleasure, each one hitting her harder than the next. Her chest rising with each heavy breath that she took. A pink blush crept over her body, and I could still feel her body quaking from the force of her orgasm.

  “I’ve never come before…” Her voice was heavy with pleasure and she sounded shy like she was embarrassed to admit that to me. I blinked, pulling my body up off the floor, slowly trying to digest what she just said. She couldn’t mean what I think she meant. Could she?

  “Like you’ve never come at all? Not once? What about when you pleasure yourself?” I really hoped she wasn’t about to fucking tell me she’s never even touched herself. I know she told me that she had never been kissed, and I assumed she was a virgin but shit. I never would have guessed at seventeen that she was that fucking untouched.

  How the fuck is it even possible this is the first time she ever came? Fuck! I was her first kiss, and the first guy to ever bring that sweet pussy of hers to the brink. What the fuck did I do? I felt as if I took something glorious from her.

  “You need to get out of here right now.” I pulled away from her without warning, grabbing her clothes up off the floor. Fuck, I was an asshole. Hurt showed in her eyes, where pleasure previously was; still I couldn’t explain myself to her right now, not without really fucking her this time. It would be hard and raw, and that’s not what she needed from me. Not at all. I couldn’t take her until I was in the right mindset and even after what we just did, I didn’t trust myself with her.

  “Am I not good enough? I’m sorry. What did I do wrong?” I could tell she was close to crying and the fact that she thought this in anyway was her fault made me feel like an even bigger asshole.

  “It’s not you, Noelle. Not at all. I promise you it’s not. You are absolutely perfect, princess. I want you now more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and I will have you— just not tonight.” I prayed she would just take what I said and listen to me for once.

  She just stood before me completely bare and told me she was pure; untouched by even herself. She willingly handed herself to me on a golden platter, add to the fact that she thought she did something wrong or that she wasn’t good enough. My precious angel had no idea how special she was. She was that juicy red apple hanging from the tree in the Garden of Eden. It would be a sin to reach out and take a bite, but it would kill me not to.

  Noelle was fucking killing me.

  “Okay…” She grabbed her clothes from me, her shoulders slouched forward as more sadness and hurt consumed her like I’ve never seen before. I should have stopped her, wrapped her up in my arms and told her how perfect she was, but I couldn’t. Instead I watched with defeat as she turned around and walked right out of the bathroom and away from me, not even once turning back to look at me.

  I stood in that bathroom staring at myself in the mirror— forcing myself not to cave, not to rush after her— knowing that if I did I would destroy her, and in doing so I could never live with myself if I ever did that. Even with her thinking I was rejecting her or that she wasn’t good enough was better than me losing myself in her right now. I was saving her from myself, and it was killing me.

  It was then and there as I stood hating myself that another unwelcome thought smacked me right in the face.

  I was starting to fall for her, even if I didn’t want to.

  I was falling in love with Noelle.

  I was falling in love with my stepsister.

  Noelle was like that stupid red apple. She was tempting me, dangling herself right in front of me. Begging me to take just one single bite. I would sin a million times over just to get another taste of her. A hundred tastes of her.

  She was my craving.

  My addiction.

  Chapter Twenty

  -Noelle

  I was stupid, so very stupid to think that we could’ve gone further than we have. I felt used, and worse than that I felt like my mother truly was right about Royal, even if he gave me a glimpse of the person he was underneath all the glamour.

  He was hurting, spiraling out of control, and I wanted to be the one person to anchor him to this world. To keep him sane when everything else was falling apart around him.

  The look on his face when I told him I had never come before was burned into my memory. I thought he would’ve understood that I was a virgin when I told him that he was my first real kiss. Instead, it all seemed to blow up in my face. I hated that he thought I deserved better than what he could give me. I deserved whatever I felt I deserved, and that was not Royal’s choice to make.

  The walls around me were crashing to the ground, crumbling with every single breath I took. I was suffocating in the aftermath of what happened. My mother destroyed my life, ripping me to pieces, and Royal picked up those pieces helping me put the puzzle called my life back together.

  As soon as I crossed the threshold into my bedroom I slammed the door and locked it. There were so many different emotions swarming me that I didn’t know which ones to reach out and hold onto. I stood in my bra and panties, staring at the items in my bedroom. The beautiful four-post white bed, the six-drawer dresser, and the numerous knick-knacks that lined the walls along with photos that I didn’t really care for. It was all a mask of fakeness that coated my entire life in a lie.

  A lie that I wanted to destroy with the snap of my fingers. Royal was right about one thing. The way I was living my life wasn’t the way that I wanted to be living it.

  Somewhere inside my head a switch flipped. I couldn’t end the fake scheme that my mother set fourth for others to see, but I could ruin the facade that she laid out before me. I was done being her puppet, her little doll that moved on her command. Gritting my teeth, I went over to my dresser and ripped out a pair of jeans and t-shirt slipping them on.

  Then I grabbed my cell hitting Jordan’s name on the screen. The ringing tone sounded on the other end, and then she answered.

  “What’s up?” she asked.

  “I need out. Meet me at the falls with a bottle of Jack in ten-minutes tops. I have a sick desire to fuck shit up tonight.” I didn’t give her the chance to ask questions, nor did I let her respond even with a yes or no. I simply hung up, grabbing a bag from my closet so I could shove my shit in it.

  There was no way I could stay in this fucking house with Royal and not be lying in bed next to him at night. Maybe that’s why my mom hated him so much. He was technically my stepbrother, and if I slept with him then I was messing up her perfect little picture.

  I placed the clothing and other items in the bag. My hand gripped the door handle as I pulled it open. Royal’s handsome face was on the other
side of the door forcing me to stop and acknowledge him. His eyes scanned over my body and then to the bag in my hands.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He demanded that I answer, but I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to answer to anyone, especially someone that told me not even twenty minutes ago to walk away from him. That I was too good for someone like him.

  “Out. I wasn’t aware I needed your permission.” I snarled my lip at him. The bullshit was so deep in this house. I was drowning. Every second I stayed inside this place was another second that pushed me closer to the edge.

  “You don’t, but you of all people should know that I’m not just going to let you up and leave, not after what just happened between us.” He shoved himself into my space. I couldn’t handle his body being so close to mine. I retreated with a step back, and he could tell I was uncomfortable with his presence.

  “What happened between us was a mistake, an error on my part. I thought you were sending signals that said fuck me, when clearly you weren’t.” I was being a smart ass.

  “Oh, you want to play this game,” he mocked with laughter.

  “I’m the prick for being a gentleman and not fucking you like a savage after just finding out you’re a virgin? Come on, I know you can come up with something better to be pissed off about, because that’s not even a legit reason.”

  Frustration marred his face. I wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand. Not now, and not ever again. It wasn’t the fact that he was a gentleman that hurt me. It was how he pushed me away after everything that happened.

  “It’s not the fact that you wanted to be considerate to me being a virgin. It’s the fact that you finger fucked me and then all but fucking told me to get the hell out of your bathroom that hurt me. It’s the fact that I’m suffocating in this fucking house, and I went to you because I thought you would understand.” I scoffed at him, slamming my chest into his. “Clearly I was wrong about everything.” I pulled away, pushing past him and into the hall. His hand reached out gripping my arm in a harsh hold, his fingers digging into my flesh. A spark of excitement filled my belly as he held me in place.

  “There isn’t a fucking piece of me that doesn’t want to fuck the hell out of you, Noelle, but even I know that you aren’t ready for what I have to offer.” It was as if he was trying to convince himself of that and not me.

  “You don’t know what I can or can’t handle, and you won’t ever get to know now that you have pushed me away. Now let go of me, because I have a bottle of Jack Daniels waiting for me, and who knows whatever else I can find.” I pulled my arm away from him causing him to grip my flesh harder. The digging of his fingers into my soft flesh turned me on; the pain and pleasure coursing throughout my body mixed together in an explosive way.

  “Don’t do anything stupid, because if I find out you gave yourself to someone else it won’t end pretty for him. Your pussy is mine. It has been since you told me I was your first kiss, and since the moment you looked at me in that fucking bathroom and said that you’ve never come before. It’s mine, and it will be claimed by my cock when the time is right. Do you understand me?”

  My mouth grew dry. His words alone were lighting my body on fire.

  Not again, Noelle. Don’t let him win this time.

  I straightened my shoulders and shrugged off his hold.

  “It’s not yours until you claim it, Royal, and I already gave you that chance so I guess we will see what happens tonight.” I couldn’t give him a chance to respond because I knew I would be too weak to say no to him. There was no way I could resist Royal. He was a drug that I wanted more than anything else. I was an addict for his love, and I haven’t even had a taste of it yet.

  He let me go, for whatever reason; maybe it was because he finally got what I was saying or he just knew I needed time alone. Whichever it was, I wouldn’t be turning around to say thank you, or to ask why.

  No. I needed to get drunk and find someone to take care of me. If Royal didn’t want me like I wanted him right this second, then there would be someone else that wanted me just as much. Pushing all thoughts of Royal to the back of my mind, I walked out of the house and got in Jeep and headed toward the Falls.

  The line was drawn in the sand. Royal was on one side, and I was on the other.

  Who would be the first to cross the line?

  Chapter Twenty-One

  -Royal

  She was so naïve, and it was adorable yet extremely fucking frustrating all at the same time. I needed to know what it was that she was doing, but I couldn’t intrude on her, not when she needed space like she did.

  I had already staked my claim to her. She was mine, the alpha in me already possessed her body in ways that no other had. She was marked by me, and the fact that she was still a virgin after having finding out she had never once come before was a godsend. I wanted to unravel her in the darkest ways possible, but I held back because she deserved more than just a hard fuck. She needed to be cared for, sipped on like a fine wine.

  I feared for her, for us. She was shutting me out. Pushing me away because she didn’t think I wanted her, which was insane when all I could think about was her, and the things that we just did. The dilemma was that I couldn’t show her how much I wanted her without crossing the imaginary line that I drew between us.

  I wasn’t ready to do that just yet. Not when I didn’t have the willpower to stop myself if things went too far. Being around her all the time was making that willpower slowly diminish, and soon I wouldn’t give a fuck about breaking the rules and crossing lines. I would destroy the lines and Noelle in the process.

  Still something about her scared me, it wreaked havoc on my heart. The things she made me feel were nothing like I ever felt before, then there was the explosiveness that was us. Every touch from her sent me over the edge, every glance she sent my way. I wasn’t afraid for her, but for myself. Noelle had the power to be my undoing.

  I padded around my bedroom, my thoughts always drifting back to Noelle. I hated that she left and that I didn’t know what it was she was doing or who it was that she was with.

  If she was going out tonight, I knew exactly who it was that I needed to talk to. I plucked my phone from my pocket. I had a text from Sasha asking me if I wanted to go to a party with her tonight.

  I hit the ignore button and pulled up Jordan’s contact info, shooting her a quick text message. I shouldn’t have even let her leave, knowing that she was going out with Jordan after what happened last time.

  Me: Noelle best be with you tonight.

  I sat on the bed, waiting like a little boy for his dessert after eating all his dinner. The tone of an incoming text met my ears so I stared at the screen allowing the message to scroll across the screen.

  Jordan: Whatever, Fuckboy. What are you going to do about it if she isn’t?

  I couldn’t even hide my smile. Jordan was brave calling me Fuckboy after I told her not to, even braver to question me. I kind of liked her snark, and I liked it even more that Noelle had a friend that wasn’t afraid to push the limits.

  Me: You must have a glaring death wish or something. If she isn’t with you, then you won’t want to see what happens.

  I texted back, my fingers gliding over the keys agilely. I had just sent the text when another appeared on my screen.

  Echo: Fight at Central Heights, you in?

  I cracked my knuckles at the thought. I needed an outlet for the tension that I was feeling, and fucking the shit out of Noelle was totally out of the question. I knew Jordan and Noelle would be hanging out together, and therefore she would be safe, or at least I hoped she would be. I could slip out, fight, bring home some cash, and no one would ever have to know.

  Me: Fuck yeah.

  The text was just been sent when Echo responded back.

  Echo: 24 South Blvd. In the old Industrial park. Be here at 10.

  Nothing could wipe the smile from my face. I was going to get rid of all this nonsense that was swimming around ins
ide my body. I was going to unleash the demons tonight and pray that I could stuff them back inside myself before Noelle came back home. I was darker and dirtier after a fight, and I was never one to give up a good fucking. I wanted Noelle, and if I didn’t rid myself of this darkness I would end up taking her in a way she didn’t deserve; in a way that would make me hate myself. When it came to her, I wanted to be better. I wanted it to be good.

  A knock sounded on my bedroom door, coloring me shocked. If It was Viviana I would have no other choice but to cunt punt her. She would have a lot of fucking nerve coming to me without Noelle here.

  “Can you come to my office when you get a chance please?” Mark’s deep voice sounded on the other side of the door. I grunted out a yes before getting up from the bed.

  What the hell could he possibly want?

  By the time I got up and opened the door he was gone, having already entered his office at the end of the hall. My nerves were already shot to hell after everything that went down. There was no way I could handle a confrontation with him, nor could I walk away from a fight with him. A point had to be proven.

  I barged into his office just as he sunk into his leather office chair; a glass with brown liquid in his hand. I could tell he was in his element; his sleeves were rolled up, and his demeanor was calm and relaxed.

  “If this is about the shit with Viviana, I just want to make it known that she started it and I ended it. She had no right to touch Noelle as she did,” I started, only to realize that Mark didn’t seem to care. His eyes were heavy with emotions, and his mouth was in a grim line.

  “Viviana is a bitch nearly every day. I wouldn’t expect you or her daughter to get along with her. I can barely get along with her and I’m married to her,” he admitted, taking a drink from the glass in his hand. The smell of sweet whiskey permeated the air. I licked my lips, suddenly thirsty.