Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance)

by J. L. Beck

  “I just made dinner, if you care to join us. I’m sure your flight was pretty long, and you must be hungry?” My mom shifted her eyes to me. We were both shocked by Noelle’s presence here, but I could tell that neither of us wanted her to leave.

  “No that’s sweet but I’ll be okay. I’m sorry for just barging in on you guys especially at dinner time. I just wanted to come and see Royal before I checked into the hotel in town.” It was then that I noticed she had brought her suitcases with her. She had to be insane if she thought I was going to let her go stay in town or anywhere else by herself.

  “Well then I will leave you two alone to talk.” She paused before finishing.

  “I would also like to add that you’re more than welcome to stay here if you would like.” My mother extended the invitation to her before I could, and that was a good thing since Noelle almost never listened to me.

  “Well I don’t know; I really don’t want to be a bother to you. I already showed up unannounced at your door, and I have the room at the hotel already reserved....” Noelle’s cheeks grew a darker shade of red.

  Fuck yes! My cock was already rock hard.

  “Mom, Noelle is far more stubborn than I am. You’re going to have to work your mom magic and insist she stays.” I shot them both a smirk. Letting them both know just how serious I was.

  “I really don’t want to impose on you guys. I know my trip was unexpected, and I would completely understand if you didn’t have room for me here.” Her words smacked me in the chest like a brick being thrown at me. She wouldn’t have had to come out here if I didn’t leave.

  “Oh for Pete’s sake child. Royal can take the couch and you can have his bed. I’ll see that he shows you to it. I won’t take no for an answer.” My mother gave me the, get-the-hell-going look before walking away. Oh she had no fucking idea just how true her statement was. I was damn well going to show Noelle to my room, but I wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch. Not one bit. Not while Noelle was in my bed.

  Yeah that was not happening.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  -Noelle

  Each step I took down the hall toward Royal’s bedroom caused my body to squirm. His house was quaint and had a lot of character to it. Royal’s house felt like a home. It was so different than the house I grew up in. My house may have been large and grand, but it was also cold and sterile. This place was small but it was lived in. It was warm and welcoming just like a home should be.

  I couldn’t help but stop and stare at all the pictures of Royal covering the wall. His school photos hung proudly at every turn. It appeared that every stage of his life was hanging before me, and I couldn’t help but smile as I took in all those moments.

  “You were so adorable,” I commented, running my fingers over the glass of one of the photo frames.

  “Were? You act like I used to be adorable or something. I still am adorable.” That cocky grin I loved so much was back. I melted into his touch as he slipped his fingers between mine, pulling me away from the photos and further down the hall until we stopped at a door.

  “So it’s not as clean as your room was back at my dad’s and it’s a bit smaller…” he muttered pushing the door open. My eyes took everything in all at once. I scoffed at him. I wasn’t a princess, not by a long shot, and his bedroom was perfect. It totally fit him.

  I took in the large wooden bed placed in the center of the room. Against the far right wall was a dresser with a flat screen sitting on top of it, and a game console located right next to that. There was a door on the other side of the room in which I assumed was the closet.

  “Shut up! I’m not going to judge you because of what your room looks like. It doesn’t matter what it looks like to me.” Royal’s scent filled the room, my body wanting to wrap itself in the smell. This was his zone, the place that he spent all of his time. The place where his thoughts lingered from his mind.

  “I just know what you’re accustomed to and you aren’t going to find any of that shit here.” He scratched at the back of his head as he placed my bags on the floor. I could tell he wanted to talk but was waiting for me to speak first. Probably still wondering what the hell I was doing here.

  “Why did you leave, and don’t tell me it had to do with my mom, because I know that part already. I want the real answer. The whole answer… Not some excuse.” I wasn’t leaving here until I got it.

  He met my stare head on, a slew of emotions forming in his eyes.

  “I wanted to be the best person I could be for you. Your mother was driving me insane, and I was certain if I was around her any longer I would snap and do something I would regret. I also hoped that if I left, she would get off your back and give you some room to breathe. I wanted to be there when you got out of the hospital but I couldn’t be. I needed all the distance I could get.” I bit at my bottom lip, trying to hide the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes. Distance? Distance was staying in the room down the hall from me, not flying clear across the United States.

  “Is there someone else? I mean I’ll understand. I’m not clingy, and I swear I’ll leave. I just needed to know.” I hated how my voice sounded. It was weak. I was weak and stupid for even coming all the way out here. I don’t know what I was thinking just showing up. He obviously didn’t want to be near me. Maybe I was just compelled to believe that he could love me like no one else ever had.

  “Fuck no! What the hell?” Royal roared, pouncing on me. His hand gripped my cheeks roughly as he pulled my face up into his, a murderous rage lingering.

  “It’s only ever been you. I didn’t leave so that I could fuck someone else. I left because I needed to. I had so much hate for your mother that I was scared that I would do something that would end up separating us for the rest of our lives. Why is it still so hard for you to believe that you’re the only one that truly matters to me?”

  His honesty caused me to tremble and my knees to go weak. I leaned into his touch. I’ve craved it so much, even if we were only separated for a matter of days. It felt like I needed him just to breathe.

  “I thought it was me. Even after I read your note, and then when I found out you blocked my numbers I…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. There was a knot in my throat that refused to move. I couldn’t speak about it, because it made me feel too many things. Most of all vulnerable and naïve.

  “I wasn’t trying to hurt you, Noelle. Not at all, and I’m sorry that it did. I just knew if you called me and I heard that sweet voice of yours that I would be right back on a plane coming back to your ass. I couldn’t do that. I had to force myself to not text you or check up on you. Mark told me you were okay, and that’s all that I could manage.” Royal sounded so conflicted, and I could see the pain it caused him. The bags under his eyes told me he had lost just as much sleep in the last week as I had.

  “I would’ve understood. You could’ve waited.” A tear slipped from my eye, and before I could wipe it away, Royal reached out squishing it with his thumb.

  “Never think that I left to get away from you. If I could’ve brought you with me, I would have. Goddamn, Noelle, it ripped me the fuck up inside to leave you in that hospital bed while I went back to that house and packed my bags, but I had to do what was right for both of us.” He cradled me in his hands, like a fragile child trying to make me understand why he made the decision to leave.

  “I’m sorry.” I sniffled, trying to hold my emotions in. I wanted him to unravel me. To run his fingers through my hair and stake claim to my mouth, but I had no way of telling him what it was that I needed.

  “Don’t be sorry. It’s me that should be sorry. I had no idea that it would hurt this badly. It felt like a knife was being stabbed through my chest every day and night. All I could do was think about you and wonder what it was that you were doing, or if you missed me as much as I missed you.” I laid my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around him. The thump of his heartbeat sounded in my ear. It was astounding how the sound of another human’s heartbeat could calm a
person so much.

  “Missed you? I was dying. I was so alone, trapped in that house. You were the only thing that made being there bearable,” I confessed, my words muffled against his shirt. He held me to his chest as if he needed my touch as much as I needed his.

  “Don’t say that.” Hurt laced his words, and I pulled away from him noticing that he was looking away from me.

  “It broke my heart to know that you ran away and didn’t take me with. I would’ve followed you anywhere. Which is why I’m here now. I had to know that it wasn’t me that did this. If I walked in this house and you told me to leave I would have, but you didn’t. I knew then that you didn’t leave because of me.” I squeezed him tightly against my chest.

  As I pulled away from him, I noticed a solemn look showing in his eyes, his tongue darting out wetting his lips, and I wanted to unleash my soul upon him.

  “God. You are so fucking beautiful, Noelle.” He pressed his lips to my forehead and then down to my cheek and over my neck and throat. Little puffs of breath left my mouth, and I melted into a puddle as he skimmed his nose over the sensitive flesh of my throat.

  “I missed you so much. The feel of your arms around me. The touch of your lips.” I moaned. His fingers dug into my skin as I released my hold on him, giving him more access to my throat, to my body.

  “You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?” His teeth sunk into my flesh and a cry of pleasure radiated loudly out of me. I wanted him so badly that it physically hurt to be away from him.

  “I feel the same, Royal. When I’m away from you it’s like I go through withdrawals. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’ve never felt addicted to a person’s touch.” His tongue licked over the spot he had just bitten me. The feeling was erotic and foreign, and I wanted so much more of it.

  Hell, I needed more of it just to live.

  “Shhh…” he purred against my skin, bringing his lips up to mine. It was then that I forgot everything else after that because his lips were finally on mine. His hands were in my hair, pulling out the rubber band and running his fingers through the locks. I was breathing him in, his scent imprinting on me. His body mending all the broken pieces.

  “Give me everything…” he gasped, his tongue slipping into my mouth. He swallowed my moans of pleasure, pushing me down onto his bed. I didn’t care about anything else in that moment. The shit that happened with my mom didn’t matter. The fact that I traveled clear across the United States to be with him didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that we were reunited, and he was touching me just as I’ve always wanted him to.

  Nimble fingers slipped down into my yoga pants, and he cupped my pussy, his fingers tracing my lips. He possessed me, and that scared me, because without him I felt lost. Like I had no home.

  Royal Black owned me. He marked my body, and now I was forever bestowed to him. I needed him more than I needed anything else to live. Was this what love felt like? When you felt like you couldn’t breathe without them being near?

  “I need to fuck you, but I can’t right this second…” His voice was a groan as he pulled away from me. I could feel the desire of his confession against my belly, his hard length pressing firmly against me.

  “I need you,” I almost begged. It was killing me not to have his cock inside of me. Not to have him fully possess my body. I needed to be closer to him. I needed all of him. I was so ready for him. My pussy was soaked with my own juices, awaiting his arrival. He watched me as he pulled his cock out of his pants.

  “Get on your knees then,” he ordered, a dark look shadowing his face. I shoved up from the mattress getting onto my knees. My eyes grew large with apprehension as I took all of him in: his washboard abs, toned muscles, and all the way down to his lengthy cock. He was bigger than any other male I’d seen before, then again I hadn’t seen a lot of cocks only what Jordan showed me on her phone.

  “I’ve never done this before,” I commented, right as I touched the tip. A hiss escaped between his clenched teeth.

  “Please don’t say shit like that.” He spoke as if it was too hard to get words out. Try as I may I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the tip of his cock. It was so soft, almost like velvet beneath my fingertips and there was a small bead of something wet right at the tip.

  “It’s true, though. I don’t want you to think I’m an expert, but I’ll do my best to please you.” I smiled up at him, wrapping my tiny hand around his length.

  A soft moan fell from his lips as my grip tightened around his length. He looked at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off and throw me down on the bed so that he could fuck me just as he always wanted. Raw and all consuming.

  I had a feeling the predator was starting to become the prey.

  My breath fanned against his skin, just as I opened my mouth darting my tongue out to give his head a quick taste. I took the tip between my lips and swirled my tongue over the head. Royal’s fingers wove into my hair, pulling and pushing me as if to ease me up and down on his cock. He thrust up into my mouth causing me to gag, my eyes watered and my grip slacked.

  “Fuck yes!” he hissed out, even though I was an amateur. I was sure that he was enjoying it given his response. I bobbed up and down more, his length pushing further into the back of my mouth and toward the back of my throat. Each thrust pushing him that much closer to a release. My pussy clenched with need as he slipped in and out of my warm mouth. I needed him, and I needed him right now. With a loud pop, I released him from my mouth.

  A look of confusion showed on his face. “What are you doing?” he questioned as I threw myself down on the bed shimming out of my yoga pants, and taking my panties with them. I had to relieve the tension that was building deep inside my belly.

  “I need you. I can’t take you not being in me any longer,” I whispered, waiting for him to make his move. He stared at me with a primal look in his eyes and then pounced, sinking to his knees against the mattress. He gripped my feet and pulled me until I was at the very edge of the bed, his face right between my legs.

  “Let me take care of you, princess, but don’t think you won’t be finishing what you just started because there is no way I can’t not get a chance to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours,” Royal spoke gruffly. The thought of having him back in my mouth as I deep throat his cock only made my pussy grow wetter with need.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  -Royal

  Her pussy was made for me, and the sounds that left her throat as I lapped up her sweet goodness were mine too. Everything about her turned me the fuck on. I had to have her no matter what. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I needed to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock.

  “Fuck my face, baby…” I purred as I dipped my tongue inside of her. She moaned like a banshee and forced herself to bite her lip to cover up some of noise.

  “I’m so hot…” Her cries of pleasure did nothing to elevate the stiffness of my cock. Forcing myself to slow, and not flip her over and fuck her like a crazed maniac, I focused my attention back onto her clit, my tongue flicking over the tight little bud. She was going to come all over my face, whether she wanted to or not.

  “Next time you touch yourself— and trust me you will— I want you to think about how my tongue felt sliding in and out of you, how your pussy quivered with every lick over your sensitive clit.” I nipped at the bundle, my teeth grazing against the sensitive nerves.

  “I can’t…” The words came out in a moan, and I swallowed them up, ignoring her defeat. She could come, and she would.

  “Memorize it, baby. Memorize just how it felt to have my finger thrusting deep inside of you, and how I claimed you as my own with my mouth.” I tweaked her hardened nipple from under her shirt as she arched her back off the mattress, the motion causing her pussy to grind more firmly into my face.

  “Royal,” she panted, her breaths were harsh and I knew she was close to coming undone. I slipped two fingers deep inside of her, curling them to make sure I hit ju
st the right spot. Using my other hand, I continued to pinch and tug at her hardened nipples going between the two of them. I worked each nipple between two fingers all while I worked my tongue over her swollen clit.

  I was relentless in my assault against her pussy. Her folds were dripping, which told me she definitely wanted this as much as I did.

  Moans of pleasure fell from her plump lips, ones that I wanted to do nothing but eat up. I wanted to devour her. She continued to buck against me, as if she couldn’t get enough of my touch. As if she needed that connection to finish the race. Her fingers dug into my scalp, her nails raking over my skin as I sucked her juices into my mouth.

  “Give it to me, Noelle,” I ordered with a stern tone. I couldn’t handle the feelings that were rushing through me.

  “By the time I get done with you, you’ll feel me against every part of your body. The soreness between your thighs will be from me, the butterflies in your belly as you think about the way I unraveled you will also be mine. I own your body as much as you own mine… Do you understand that, Noelle?” My breath fanned against her folds as I stared at her pussy in all its glory. I was punishing her, going between fingering her and eating her out.

  “More, Royal. More. I neeeedddd...” she begged, and it did nothing but made me want to give her that release that she was begging for.

  “What do you need, princess? Do you want my cock? My lips against your clit? My fingers deep inside of you? Tell me what you need, baby.” I stopped my worship upon her body wanting to see if she would give me an answer.

  “I need you everywhere. In me, on me, against me. I just need you. More of you. I need it harder and softer. I need it all.” It felt every word she moaned out as a stroke against my cock. She was bringing me to a climax with nothing but her pleasurable words.

  Picking up right where I left off, I slid two fingers into her deeply. An audible gasp filled the air as my grip on her tit grew harsher with each pump in and out of her.