Playboy Princes: Royals of Arbon Academy

by Eve, Jaymin

  This though, this was just about me and Jordan.

  "Is this... okay?" he asked, pulling back a fraction of an inch. "Did I totally misread the signals here?"

  "No!" I blurted out, then cringed. "I mean, yes, totally okay and no, you didn't misread signals. Sorry, my brain was just taking a second to, um, go all girly and shit. Can we try that again?" My cheeks were hot with embarrassment, and a tiny wave of panic flooded through me that I'd totally killed the moment. But Jordan just grinned and cupped my neck with his hand, threading his fingertips into my hair.

  "We can try that again as many times as you want, Violet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to kiss you."

  This time when his mouth met mine, I wasn't fucking around. I kissed him back with all the pent-up tension I'd been feeling for him since that night he’d first shown an interest. Longer. If I was being totally honest with myself, every interaction I'd had with the New American prince had been fanning my crush hotter since the day we'd met.

  My hands were all over him, pushing and pulling, desperate to touch him freaking everywhere, and our clothes were just getting in the way. Obviously, they had to go.

  "Violet," he moaned against my mouth when I started unbuttoning his shirt. He'd already ditched the tie and blazer somewhere—if he'd even worn them at all today—so it was just the crisp white shirt and navy blue trousers in the way of what I wanted.

  I grinned into his kiss, nipping playfully at his tongue, then sucking on his lower lip until he groaned again. "Jordan," I replied, teasing. My voice was low and breathy, drenched in lust.

  He pulled back just an inch, cupping my face and peering into my eyes for an extended breath, before shaking his head. "I should do the responsible thing and put the brakes on this... ask you out on a real date and do things the right way..." He trailed off as I started kissing the side of his neck, nibbling at his bronzed skin.

  "The right way sucks," I commented, humming as I sucked his neck hard enough to leave a mark. It was a bit juvenile, I'd admit, but a primal part of me wanted to mark him, even if no one could know it was me.

  Jordan released a quick breath as he lifted me by the waist and perched my ass on his dresser. He crushed his body closer, and I let out a noise of excitement and encouragement as his hard length ground against my core. "Yeah, you're right," he replied in a whisper. "Fuck that."

  I laughed as our clothes found the floor in what could have been record speed, leaving me in just my bra and panties and Jordan in a pair of tight black boxer briefs. Needless to say, they left nothing to the imagination, and I was practically panting with the need to feel him inside me.

  "Holy shit, you're perfect," he murmured reverently as his hands skimmed my curves and his eyes devoured every inch of me. "This is a bit surreal, Violet."

  I nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. "You're telling me," I whispered. "If it weren't for Alex, I'd think I was living in a fairytale."

  Jordan claimed my lips again, kissing me slower this time, but the ripples of heat it sent searing through my body were lighting me up like an electrical storm. My legs had found their way around his waist like an independent action, and I shifted my hips, grinding against him.

  He made a pained groan, then shifted his grip to the backs of my thighs, lifting me from his dresser and spinning us around. Two steps across the room and then my back hit the mattress with Jordan settled between my thighs.

  "It could still be a fairytale," he told me, shuffling down my body and hooking his thumbs through the sides of my panties. I just wriggled my hips, urging him to take them off, and thankfully he obliged.

  It wasn't until he'd stripped them off my legs and tossed them aside that I found the brainpower to reply. "How so? I can safely say he's no Prince Charming."

  Jordan chuckled, sliding his palms up my naked thighs and spreading my legs apart. The intensity of his gaze on my pussy was almost tangible, and I squirmed with need.

  "Just think of him as your evil stepmother," he suggested, bending his head to lay a kiss on my inner thigh. I sucked in a sharp gasp, his hot breath teasing me like nothing I'd ever experienced before, but I gripped the sheets and waited, rather than forcefully slamming my cunt onto his face. That'd just be rude.

  "Or an ugly stepsister," I muttered, amused at the analogy. "I guess that works."

  "Mm-hmm," Jordan hummed, placing his mouth against my core and licking the length of me in a way that made my heart stop and my back arch. "But in your fairytale, your prince charming doesn't give you lame gifts like glass slippers."

  I was almost past the point of words. Almost. One of my hands threaded into his hair, and I moaned when his mouth found my clit, sucking it between his teeth.

  "What do I get instead, then?" I asked in a panting whisper.

  Jordan looked up at me from between my thighs, his eyes full of wicked mirth. "Multiple orgasms, my princess."

  "Oh," I gasped, my lids flickering closed as he slid a finger inside me, perfectly harmonizing with his mouth on my clit. "Yeah, that works for me."

  Jordan laughed one of those totally masculine, self-satisfied kind of laughs, then went to work becoming my prince charming.

  "Are you okay?" he teased some minutes later, kissing my stomach as he shifted out of the death grip my thighs had pinned him in throughout my orgasm. I'd wriggled out of my bra at some point, and he sucked gently on my nipple next.

  I groaned, pulling him up to lie beside me so I could kiss his lips. He still tasted of me, but it was hot. It reminded me of the way he'd just eaten me out like I was his last meal on earth. Fucking. Incredible.

  "Okay doesn't even scratch the surface," I whispered back. My voice was hoarse from the screaming I'd just done... but we'd only just started. I skated my fingertips down his chest, stroking all the hard planes and ridges of his muscles until I reached the elastic waistband of his briefs. "My turn."

  I freed his throbbing cock from his underwear, shoving them out of the way with one hand while stroking him with the other. Jordan hissed through his teeth as my thumb circled his tip, smearing his slick fluid around and stroking at the tight ridge under the cap.

  I loved the reactions I was getting out of him. Even when he'd been going down on me, his body had been so clearly responding, and it was a heady, powerful feeling.

  Shuffling down the bed, I placed a hand on his tight abs, pushing him flat so I could take him in my mouth. My tongue repeated the motions my thumb had just taken, then I sucked him in deep. Jordan moaned, his hips bucking up to meet my motions, and I gripped his base, stroking in time with my mouth until he cursed loudly.

  "What?" I asked, giving him a mischievous grin while my hand kept pumping his shaft. I was kneeling between his legs, my ass in the air as I sucked him, but the pained look on his face made me curious. Especially when he indicated over my shoulder.

  I turned my head to look at what he was pointing at, then snickered a laugh. Somehow I'd managed to position myself directly in front of his mirror, so while I went down on him, he could see everything from behind.

  "Nope," he grunted, "that's too much torture."

  He gripped my arms and tugged me up the bed, flipping me over onto my back and settling between my thighs again. This time, though, there were no clothes to get in the way.

  "Violet," he breathed, meeting my eyes with such intensity it hurt my fucking soul. "Fuck, I need you."

  I hitched my hips, gasping as his tip found my entrance, but he didn't push forward.

  "Jordy," I protested, running my hands down his abs, then grasping his waist. "Don't be a tease."

  He hesitated a moment before replying. "I was just thinking I don't have any condoms..."

  I froze for a second, then relaxed again, remembering my involuntary IUD. "Uh, well, thanks to Alex's paranoia that I'll cheat on him, I'm safeguarded against pregnancy."

  Jordan ran his tongue over his lower lip, looking crazy sexy and all kinds of hungry as he looked d
own at me. "It's academy policy to check for STDs every couple of months, too," he told me, "and I haven't been with anyone since the last test..."

  "I have," I replied honestly, but Jordan already knew that. Then again, if the entire student body was getting tested pretty regularly, the risk of anyone having anything was low. “Up to you… but I’m pretty eager to continue.”

  Clearly Jordan agreed with that opinion because a second later he was so deep inside me I was seeing stars. Holy fuck.

  He paused for only a moment, his shoulder muscles all bunched and tense as my pussy clenched around him, but then he kissed me like I was the center of his fucking universe and it drove me wild.

  My legs hooked around his waist, pulling him down while my hips bucked up, taking what I needed with primal ferocity as our tongues danced over one another. He caught up, then took control, thrusting into me hard enough that the headboard smacked the wall.

  It made me laugh, which then dissolved into moans and gasps as he shifted his weight back, hooking his hands under my thighs and spreading me wider. The new angle saw the head of his cock hitting my G-spot, and I could sense another orgasm on the near horizon.

  "Violet," Jordan panted, his eyes shiny with pure, undiluted lust. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock."

  My heart raced, and I bit my lip. Who knew Jordy was a dirty talker? It was hot as fuck though, and I was nothing if not obliging. I snaked a hand down between us, finding my clit with practiced ease and rubbing it like I'd done a thousand times before. He watched me with those hungry, predatory eyes as I made myself come, my pussy tightening and pulsing around his dick and making his breathing spike almost as fast as my own.

  "That was insanely hot," he moaned as I came back to Earth. He was still pumping into me, slowly, tortuously, and I knew we weren't done yet. "One more, baby."

  He pulled out of me completely, and I protested at the loss. But he just laughed and flipped me over, pulling me up on shaking hands and knees before plunging back in from behind.

  The sudden change of position while I was still shuddering through the aftershocks of my last orgasm did exactly what he intended. Before the room even stopped spinning, I crashed over the cliff into another crazy intense climax that made me howl and thrash on Jordan's cock.

  He cursed, then grunted, grabbing onto my hips with bruising strength and slamming me down onto him as he found his own release with a satisfied roar.

  We collapsed together, not even pulling apart. Sticky come coated my inner thighs and my whole body ached, but nothing could make me move from that spot. Fucking. Nothing.

  I guess Jordan really was my Prince Charming, after all.

  Chapter 16

  “Wait, you said something earlier about dealing with Alex?” I asked a little later, trying to catch my breath. I was still a boneless mess but somehow found the strength to turn my head and meet Jordan’s intense, heated gaze.

  “So I did,” he agreed, with a smug smile. “Before you distracted me.”

  I gasped, faking indignation. “Me? Distract you?”

  Jordan gave a small shrug with one of his smooth, bronze shoulders, then let his smug grin spread wider. “Yep,” he replied, dragging his gaze over my body, “you’re very, very distracting, Violet Rose.”

  Groaning, I dragged the sheet up over my nakedness before we both got distracted again. “Tell me the plan. I’ve been fucking dreaming about putting Alex in his place, but beyond beating the shit out of him—”

  “Which gets us nowhere,” Jordan commented, and I nodded.

  “—I’ve got no better ideas.” I quirked a brow at him and sat up slightly, propping myself up with an elbow. “So tell me.”

  “Okay, so you know how I’m kinda good with tech stuff?”

  I rolled my eyes at his modesty, remembering all to clearly how he’d debugged my palm reader so I didn’t need to worry about my digital fingerprints being recorded. “Uh, yeah. Kinda. Sure.”

  He flashed a quick smile, tucking an arm over his head to get comfortable. It took a whole shitload of willpower not to follow the movement of his muscles and drool all fucking over them.

  “Right, so this plan is in its really early stages, but I wanted to tell you first,” he started, with a small grin.

  I smiled back, trying really hard not to make it a lusty one. “’Cause you like me.” I was teasing, but he took me seriously. Reaching up, he snaked a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a long, lingering kiss.

  “I really like you, Violet.” His voice was husky and low, and it did all kinds of sexy things to my lady parts. “But back to the plan.”

  I cleared my throat, mentally shoving the arousal aside for five freaking seconds so he could tell me what he’d come up with for Alex. “Yes, the plan. Go.”

  “So, I’ve been thinking a lot on this whole princess ballot system, about how they seem to be using it to make genetic matches for royals who don’t have a peer match.” He paused, his mouth tipping in a frown. “Or royals who lost their genetic match to murder.”

  I cringed, thinking of Jasmine.

  “Anyway, it got me to thinking. They couldn’t possibly be testing fifteen million people just to select one match. That’s a gross imbalance of resources to result, right? The cost and manpower it’d take to conduct the tests, then process them… it doesn’t add up.” He was becoming more animated as he spoke about this, shifting up in the bed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “So I started digging around on the internet. Subtly, don’t worry.”

  “I wasn’t worried,” I replied with a teasing smile. “If anyone can cover his tracks in the digital world, I’m thinking it’s probably you. Which, I might add, totally busts the whole stereotype of what tech geeks look like. If I had guessed two months ago, I definitely would have pegged Nolan for the nerd of your group.”

  Jordan laughed. “It’s our group now, gorgeous. And what would that make me? The charming athletic star with a heart of gold?”

  I snorted, thinking back to those first meetings I’d had with Jordan. “More like playboy prince with a bed full of women,” I muttered, shaking my head. “But stop deviating off topic. Tell me more.”

  “Right, so I’ve been doing a bit of snooping, and I think I’ve found the database where all the results are being stored. Obviously they won't be running another ballot for another five years, but I think the database from your round is doing more than just sitting there collecting dust.” He paused, and I waited patiently—okay fine, impatiently—for him to get to the point. “There was evidence in the servers that they’re actually using it to match up other couples as well, rich people, those who will pay good money to guarantee a genetic match resulting in healthy heirs.” He raised his brows and I gasped.

  “Holy shit. People would actually pay for an arranged marriage?” The idea shocked me, but it shouldn’t have. Of course people would do that. In a world where fertility was a dying asset, of course someone had found a way to monetize it. “And let me guess. Only one party would be aware of this transaction?”

  Jordan shrugged, but the grimace on his face probably mirrored my own. “I don’t know, but I can guess.”

  I shuddered. “Gross.”

  The whole thing was layered in ick. It was slimy and devious and… “Wait, how does this deal with Alex?”

  Jordan’s face brightened. “Ah, well, I couldn’t find an easy way to dig any deeper than I already had, not without setting off alarms and security alerts and all that crap. But that in itself gave me an idea. What if I could develop a, uh, code that makes it look like Alex was the one accessing these confidential files? Two for one. My code can transfer the entire database to me, wipe the original server clean, and frame Alex for the whole hacking crime.” He beamed with pride at his idea, and I had to hand it to him… that was pretty great.

  “A code, huh?” I teased. “Just call it what it is, Jordy. You’re creating a virus.”

  He shrugged, looking smug. “Semantics. So, what
do you think?”

  A wicked grin curved my lips, and I played out the scene in my head. Officials banging on Alex’s dorm room door, dragging him out of the academy in restraints, the cell door slamming in his smarmy face…

  “I love it, in theory,” I told Jordan, and his smile slipped a bit, “but will it stick? I mean, his family is one of the most powerful monarchies in the world—after yours and Rafe’s, obviously—but I’m pretty sure his father could just snap his fingers and get Alex released.”

  Jordan wrinkled his nose. “Possibly, yes. But wouldn’t it be interesting to see who is involved in the whole ballot farce? I don’t think all the monarchies are in on it. I’m at least eighty percent sure mine isn’t… but I guess you never know, right?”

  He had a point. “Let’s do it.”

  “Yeah?” He grinned, looking all kinds of excited and sending butterflies erupting through me.

  I leaned in close, kissing his lips lightly as I nodded. “Yep, let’s frame that bastard.”

  Jordan groaned, deepening our kiss. “Fuck, Vi, revenge is so damn hot on you.”

  My laugh held an edge of evil, and I kind of loved it. “You think so? Maybe you should show me…” I slipped my hand under the bedclothes, finding his hard length and grasping—

  A sharp knock on the door jolted us from the haze of arousal that was settling, and Jordan scowled in the direction of the sound.

  “Go away!” he shouted, clearly not caring who was at the door. “I’m busy!”

  Dismissing his visitor from his mind, he grasped me around the waist and hauled me into his lap with a feral growl. His fingers threaded into my hair, and he tugged my face to his for a deep kiss until… yep, that fucker—whoever it was—knocked again.

  “Ignore it,” Jordan whispered, rocking his hips and grinding his hard length against my core, making me moan. “They’ll go away.”