Royally Screwed: A British Bad Boy Romance

by Jessica Ashe

  We’d made it back to my place fully-dressed, but that wouldn’t last much longer. The second we were in my apartment, I found myself pressed up against the door while Elliot held my face in his hands and kissed me so hard I could barely breathe.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and surrendered to him. We’d both known this moment was coming, and there was little I could do to stop it now, even if I wanted to.

  Stopping wasn’t an option. Apparently, my lust for Elliot was so strong, that even my ever-sensible brain had given up the fight.

  Go on, just this once, it said. But then we really must go back to being sensible and boring again.

  I’ll think about it, I reasoned.

  Sensible sounded so boring right now. Is this what I’d missed in college and medical school? Probably not. None of my fellow students had been anything like Elliot. They’d have ended up as drunken regrets. The only thing I regretted about Elliot was putting up such a fight in the first place.

  Elliot’s hands reached for the back of my dress, while I tried desperately to peel off the layers of the suit he’d looked so uncomfortable in all night.

  “Bedroom,” I whispered in his ear, before pointing him in the right direction.

  Once inside, he lunged for me eagerly, but I grabbed his hands and stepped back. “You got to undress me last time,” I said, teasingly. “Now it’s my turn.”

  “Get me out of this suit, and quick,” Elliot replied.

  I reached up and pressed my hands against his hard chest. His heartbeat gave away his eagerness and increased mine tenfold at the same time. I knew where all that blood was pumping.

  I slipped the jacket off his wide shoulders, and opened his shirt button by button, my desire increasing with every bit of skin I revealed. The shirt quickly dropped to the floor, while I examined his chest with my hands and eyes. The cuts and scars should have interested me as a doctor; instead they had me dripping between my thighs as I imagined him taking me like he had done in the locker room.

  Elliot’s hard cock brushed against my belly, reminding me that my job was only half complete. I opened the belt and loosened his pants until I could reach a hand in and take hold of his large, luscious cock.

  For a few seconds, I just held his member and felt the blood pulsing through the thick vein running down from tip to base. Had I really fit this entire thing inside me? Maybe Elliot hadn’t gone all the way in?

  My thumb rubbed the wet pre-cum on his tip as I stroked his length with one hand and pushed him towards the bed with my other. He sat on the edge of the bed, pushing his pants down past his knees as I dropped down to my own and came eye to eye with his snake.

  It had been a long time since I’d done this, but I guess it was like riding a bike. Except this bike was bigger than most and might be a little harder to stay balanced on. More like a unicycle perhaps. I opened wide, as I lowered my head down to the tip and spread my lips around him. Elliot gasped as he entered my mouth, and his hands immediately started lowering the zipper on the back of my dress.

  My dress soon slipped down to my waist, and the strapless bra I’d been wearing fell to the floor as Elliot reached a hand around and tried to grab my breasts. I pushed him away, and slid my mouth further down his cock.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moaned through gritted teeth. I sucked harder. “Shit,” he yelled, as his legs tensed up, and his cock slammed into the back of my throat.

  Now I understood why women enjoyed doing this. Men like Elliot were rarely under the control of a woman, but right now I had him squirming under me, just like I’d been doing with him in the locker room.

  Elliot’s fingers wove their way into my hair, but he didn’t seem to know whether to pull me off him or push me down deeper. He wanted to fuck me, but I knew from recent experience that a bit of teasing wouldn’t do any harm.

  I ran my tongue up from the base to the tip of his head, before wrapping my lips back around him, and sucking hard. Little samples of salty goodness appeared on his tip, as he let forth deep guttural growls each time I sucked him.

  The vein pulsed and throbbed against my tongue, until Elliot took a firm hold of my hair and pulled me off.

  “No more,” he moaned. “There’s so much more I want to do to you.”

  I practically fell out of my dress as Elliot pulled me up on to the bed and examined me, naked apart from tiny, thin panties.

  His hands grabbed my ass cheeks as he pulled me on top of him, straddling his hard shaft, now wet with my saliva. My dripping wet sex pressed against his cock, only the thin cotton separating our bodies.

  Doctor or not, I would do anything to ignore everything I knew about safe sex, and just slide my panties to one side and take him into me.

  “Where are the condoms?” Elliot asked.

  Despite not having the most active sex life, working at a hospital meant that condoms weren’t exactly in short supply and I always had a stash at home.

  “Bottom drawer,” I replied.

  I ached with desire as I watched the thin silicone spread over his girth, until the entire thing was just about covered. His cock still looked impossibly big, but it didn’t look frightening. All I wanted to do was sit down on it and have it nestle deep inside me.

  I closed my eyes and whimpered as Elliot planted kisses on my neck and then worked his way down to my chest. His lips found my nipples as he sucked hard on my chest.

  “Elliot,” I moaned, my hand frantically reaching for his cock. Why wasn’t he inside me yet?

  His fingers slipped between my legs and felt the soaking wet cotton between them. His touch only made them wetter. I had to have him in me. Between his lips on my nipples, and his fingers on my panties, I just couldn’t hold out any longer.

  “Patience,” he said softly, in his thick English accent.

  I responded by pressing my hips into his fingers so hard that his fingers slipped past my panties and deep into my sex.

  “I need you,” I pleaded.

  “I can tell,” he replied. “You’re so slick. I could slide right into with ease.”

  “Do it then,” I commanded. “Please God, do it.”

  His fingers quickly slipped my panties to the side, and then angled his cock down to my entrance. The second I opened for him, I sat down on his cock and took it all into me.

  I guess it does fit, after all.

  The thick vein that had throbbed in my mouth now did the same in pussy, except even more aggressively. His hands gripped my waist as he shook me back and forth on top of him, letting our bodies move together towards an inevitable conclusion.

  A conclusion that wasted no time in coming.

  My mouth opened as my head snapped back in ecstasy. I think I screamed, although to be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure. My body screamed. That much I was sure of.

  I crashed down on top of him, unable to keep myself sitting upright as I felt Elliot empty himself into me while letting out a deep moan that vibrated throughout his body.

  Our bodies were covered in sweat and our skin hot to the touch, but I lay there on top of him until the urge to pee became irresistible. If there was one downside to an orgasm, that was definitely it.

  Once I was back in bed, we entwined ourselves in each other’s bodies, still sticky with sweat, and lay there until we fell asleep.

  * * *

  I woke up to the sound of a car alarm outside my apartment, which took the owner of the car ten minutes to switch off.

  “Thank God for that,” I remarked, as I wrapped my arm around Elliot’s chest.

  “Personally, I’m glad the alarm went off. I’d been about to wake you up anyway.”

  “Why?”

  The faint light from the street shone through the blinds and illuminated Elliot’s smile. “Why do you think?”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Elliot

  I snuck out of bed the second the morning sunlight started shining through the windows. The bed creaked as I moved, and then I managed to kick the bedside table and kn
ock over an empty glass.

  I froze, expecting to hear Alison wake up. Nothing.

  When I walked out into the living room, I found out why. She was already up and out of bed, with headphones in her ears watching something on her laptop.

  She looked so damn cute, sat crossed-legged on the sofa in her skimpy pajama bottoms. I wanted to tear the headphones out of her ears and drag her back to bed. Then I saw what she was watching.

  “How did you get that?” I asked.

  She jumped as she noticed me standing over her. She was watching footage of Tyler Young’s previous fights. It must be the video that Percy sent over last night.

  “You scared the crap out of me,” she said with a heavy breath.

  “Where’d you get that video?” I asked, as I sat down next to her and pulled the headphones out so we could both listen to it.

  “Percy sent it to both of us for some reason,” Alison replied.

  “And you actually want to watch it?”

  Alison shrugged. “You needed my help in the last fight, remember?”

  I smiled and wrapped my arm around her. “You’re not going to let me forget that one in a hurry, are you?”

  Alison didn’t say anything. Instead she snuggled up against my chest, and held onto me tightly as if she were drowning and I were a life jacket.

  “Not that I’m complaining,” I said, “but are you okay?”

  Alison nodded, with her head pressed against my chest. “I’m just worried about the fight.”

  “It’ll be tough, but it’s just another fight. Even if I lose—and I’m not going to—the worst case scenario is a few bruises or the odd broken bone. It’s nothing I haven’t been through before. Besides, I have the best doctor in the world by my side to look after me.”

  “Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Michaels,” Alison replied.

  “It got you into bed last night,” I teased.

  “I just wanted to get you out of that horrible suit.”

  We both watched the video together, but I found it difficult to concentrate when I had Alison in my arms. Suddenly she stiffened up and rewound the video a few seconds.

  “Look,” she said, pointing at Tyler on the screen.

  “What am I looking at?”

  “He said something. You can see him talking into his opponent’s ear.”

  “He’s just trying to get a reaction,” I said. “We do it all the time.”

  “It worked,” Alison said.

  We watched as the fighter lost control and started swinging wildly for Tyler. Tyler dodged and landed a few punches of his own while the opponent’s guard was down.

  “That fighter’s an idiot,” I said. “You can’t react like that during a fight. People say shit all the time. You just have to ignore it.”

  “I don’t like it. He’s cheating. I know he is.”

  “He’s a wanker,” I agreed. “And sure, he pushes the line, but that doesn’t make him a cheat. There’s a referee and cameras everywhere. He wouldn’t get away with it. Why don’t we turn this off. I need to study it, but there’s no reason for you to watch it as well.”

  “No,” Alison said. “Let’s keep watching.”

  “I can think of far more entertaining ways to spend our morning.”

  “How do you still have any energy left after last night?” Alison asked.

  “I’m a fighter. We’re generally a fit bunch.”

  I put the laptop down on the table, and stood up, scooping Alison into my arms as I did so. The fight with Tyler was weeks away. There was plenty of time to watch that video.

  Right now, I had someone far prettier to study from every angle.

  * * *

  “Alright, out you get,” Alison ordered. “We can’t spend all day in the shower. My fingers are getting all wrinkly.”

  “Why do you get to stay in?”

  “If you must know, I need to shave my legs. Go on, out you go.”

  I cringed as I tore my body away from Alison’s and stepped out from under the hot water into the comparatively cool bathroom air. Once out of the shower, I heard my phone vibrating in the pocket of my jeans.

  It was Percy, probably calling to ask if I’d watched the video yet.

  “Hey,” I said as I answered the call and stepped out of the bathroom.

  “Hi Elliot. Sorry to bother you so early. I want to get these flights to England sorted out, but I don’t have your passport number. Don’t suppose you have it to hand.”

  “No, I’m… not at my apartment right now.”

  Percy laughed. “I know what that means. Okay, well send me the information and I’ll get the flight booked.”

  “Just let me know the flight details and I’ll book it at my end.”

  That way I can get Alison and I into first class seats again.

  “You have something to write on?”

  I grabbed Alison’s laptop, but the screen had locked and I didn’t know her password. I hunted around for a pen and paper, but that was practically an ancient technology these days.

  “Hang on, I’m just looking for… ah, found something.”

  Alison had a small notebook and a pen on her dresser. I opened it to a random page and wrote down the flight details as Percy read them out.

  “Got it, thanks.”

  I hung up the call and went to rip the page out of the notebook. Then I noticed what I’d written in.

  This wasn’t a notebook it was a diary.

  Shit. I managed to rip the page out without looking at anything. I wasn’t a complete idiot. Diaries were always a no go zone.

  But then I saw writing on the back of the page I’d ripped out. I didn’t want to read it, but a familiar name jumped out at me.

  All semblance of self-control fled my body and I read the entire post for August 13, 2016. I couldn’t help myself.

  I breathed heavily through my nose trying to remain calm. It was no good.

  He wouldn’t get away with this.

  I wasn’t going to beat Tyler Young in a cage match.

  I was going to kill him.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Alison

  Elliot is at the gym, and he looks angry.

  The text from Nora came through just as I was sending yet another message to Elliot who had disappeared from my apartment this morning without so much as a goodbye.

  At least now I knew where he was.

  But why was he angry? I felt brilliant; or at least I had until Elliot had gone MIA for no reason. Wasn’t sex supposed to relieve stress, not add to it?

  I’ll be there soon, I replied.

  I headed to the dresser to grab some yoga pants and a top. Might as well look the part. Then I paused on the way out of my bedroom.

  Something was wrong.

  A little voice at the back of my mind told me to turn around and head back to the dresser. The feeling reminded me of hearing a song on the radio that you couldn’t quite identify. Like having the name on the tip of your tongue, but not being able to say it.

  Then I saw it.

  My diary had moved. I always left my diary in the exact same spot, with the pen lying on top. The diary was now a foot from where I’d left it, and the pen had fallen to the floor.

  Elliot could have just knocked it by accident, but I knew that wasn’t it. He’d disappeared and hadn’t answered my messages. This had to be the reason.

  I picked up the diary, and immediately opened it to see a page had been ripped out. The date was August 13, 2016. The day after the incident with Tyler. I hadn’t been able to write about it the same day, but the following day I’d been able to put pen to paper. If Elliot had read that…

  I grabbed my keys and half ran, half walked to the gym. I’d never actually bothered to become a member, but Riker had given me an honorary pass to get inside. I needed to make the effort one of these days. Those soft bits of skin weren’t going to disappear through the power of positive thinking and only eating ice cream once a week.

  Nora saw me arrive
and pointed to the back corner where Elliot was doing bicep curls in front of a mirror. The strain of the weights had his arms bulging, and veins pulsing as he heaved up dumbbells that didn’t look like they should be liftable by anything other than industrial equipment.

  Elliot didn’t say anything as I approached. I’d been clinging on to the vain hope that I might get an apology, but that looked less and less likely with each lifting of the weights.

  “I know you can see me,” I said sternly, as it became clear Elliot wasn’t going to stop lifting any time soon.

  He did one more rep on each arm, and then put the weights back on the rack.

  “You should have told me,” he grunted. “About Tyler.”

  “Let me get this straight, you’re mad at me here? You’re the one who went through my diary.”

  “I didn’t realize it was private.”

  “It’s a fucking diary, Elliot. How could you not know it was private?”

  Admittedly, the fact that it was bright pink and more appropriate for a seven year old girl than an adult, didn’t perhaps scream ‘private and confidential,’ but that wasn’t the point.

  “How was I supposed to know?” Elliot replied angrily. “It was just lying around in the open.”

  “It had ‘Diary’ written in the front in big capital letters. That should have been a clue. Or does that word mean something different in England?”

  “I told you, it was an accident. And it’s not fucking important how I ended up reading it. The fact is, I did, and I saw what you wrote about Tyler. I saw… I saw what happened.”

  “And your solution to that is to run out of my apartment and come here to lift some weights?”

  “No. That’s not my solution. You’ll know when I’ve solved this particular problem.”

  “It’s not your problem to solve,” I pleaded. “It was me he attacked, not you.”

  “Yeah, well no one attacks you and lives to tell the story.”

  “Are you going to… no, don’t be ridiculous.”

  I looked around. Everyone else in the gym had headphones on, but a few looked uncomfortable, as if they could hear us.