Wild: Savannah Heirs

by June, CoraLee

  “Parents fucking suck sometimes.”

  “Yeah.” She blew out a piece of her blonde hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. “Anyway, I’ll go get these to your mom. Sorry for waking you.”

  “I wasn’t asleep.”

  “No?” she asked. “You’re a growing boy. You should go to sleep earlier.”

  I leveled her with a look. “Don’t do that.”

  “Do what?” she asked too quickly.

  “You know what,” I told her, taking that piece of hair and wrapping it around my finger. “Every time you’re feeling me, feeling this connection, you try to push me away with that age bullshit again.”

  “It’s not bullshit, Luis. It’s relevant,” she said, trying to sound stern.

  It was actually pretty fucking hot when she went all adult-Royal on me. It was one of the reasons I liked her so much. She wasn’t like the annoying, self-obsessed chicks my age. She wasn’t constantly on her phone, taking selfies and messaging people. She wasn’t like the normal Savannah debutantes, either. As much as her parents tried to make her into one, Royal had always had a wild streak in her, despite how many times they tried to suppress it.

  “If I wasn’t eighteen, sure. But I am. So like I said—it’s bullshit.”

  “Do you have any idea what people would say?” she asked, shaking her head like she could already hear the criticism. “Maybe if you weren’t Luis Salvador, a fucking Heir. Maybe if I didn’t have so many goddamn expectations hitting me over the head at every turn. Maybe if…”

  “If what?” I asked, leaning in closer. She couldn’t deny the fucking pull, and I couldn’t stay away. “I don’t really give a fuck about conventional bullshit that people with no lives take stock in. I’m the son of a drug addict. I stopped giving a shit about what everyone else thought years ago.” I cupped her cheek and forced her to look me in the eye. “And if you’re going to deny this because of everyone else, then you’re not the woman I fell for after all.”

  Anger flashed over her expression at the same time that her eyes grew misty. I saw the indecision on her face. I knew this was a pivotal moment.

  She would either give in or give up.

  I decided right then and there to give her a little added incentive to choose right. To choose me.

  Leaning forward, I finally...finally closed every last bit of distance between us and kissed her perfect lips. She responded immediately with a groan of reluctance, and my dick jumped in victory. Her mouth parted, and I slipped my tongue inside to dance along with hers. Threading my fingers through her hair, I yanked out her ponytail and let her long locks cascade down around my fist.

  “It was always gonna be us, Your Majesty,” I whispered between kisses while molding her body to mine. “If you really don’t want me, tell me right now, and I’ll back off.”

  Her eyes were wide, but she didn’t move an inch. With a surge of hope, I placed kisses over her cheeks and the corners of her lips. “If you want this, then stop holding back, mi amor.”

  Her breath caught, and she placed her hands on my shoulders, tugging me closer.

  Pulling gently at her hair, I bared her neck to me then dove in to lick a line down to the collar of her scrubs before using my free hand to cup her breast.

  “Feel me, Royal,” I said on a groan before pressing my pelvis against her. My hard-as-a-rock dick was peeking through the hole in my boxers and pressing right at her core. “Feel how sure I am. Feel how much I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. Feel how much I fucking want you.”

  She looked up at me with challenge, though her body melted further into me. “What am I to you? Some conquest?” she asked, but the breathy tone in her voice gave her away. She was grasping at straws, trying to find a reason that this was wrong.

  I shook my head. “You still haven’t figured it out,” I said in admonishment. “You’re the girl that I’ve been in love with for years,” I replied, not really giving a shit if I was saying too much or being too honest. If she wanted the truth, I was going to fucking give it to her. I snaked my hands up her shirt and lifted it up, baring her pink, lace bra to me. “I’m not some kid, Majesty. I grew up a long fucking time ago. So I suggest you start seeing me as the man I am, or I’m going to have to show you.”

  She swallowed hard, and fuck if she didn’t look adorable and innocent, biting her bottom lip at the insinuation of my words. I pushed her bra down and leaned forward to lick her nipple, making her back arch.

  “Luis?” she said, her eyes on the ceiling.

  I pressed my thumb around her other nipple, flicking it slightly. “Yeah, Majesty?”

  “Show me.”

  My mouth smiled against her breast as I licked her nipple, making it harden to attention. “Your wish is my command.”

  I wasted no time in reaching down and untying the drawstring that held up her scrubs. The sight of her bright green, zebra print panties made my dick even harder. All I could think was that’s my girl. I grinned at the sight because it was so fucking Royal. When every other Savannah debutante was walking around in black silk or demure lace, she wore g-string panties that you’d be able to see in the dark.

  “Are you just going to stare, or are you going to touch me?”

  My eyes flicked up to her, and I tsked. “You may be royalty, but you’re going to have to let me run this show right now.”

  In one fluid movement, I leaned down and hoisted her up by the ass, making her squeal in surprise. I sat her down for a reverse piggyback ride with her crotch now front-and-center to my face. She brought her hands up to my head for stability, her fingers digging through the strands. “Not my hair. Take off your shirt and then reach up and grab the doorframe,” I told her.

  She immediately listened, her arms extending above her head as she whipped her shirt off and then grabbed onto the crown molding around the door. From my vantage point, I had a nice view of her tits spilling over the top of her bra, and her panting breath made it look even sexier.

  My hands gripped her thighs and ass, and I leaned my head forward and licked a line straight up her pussy, the thin fabric of her panties getting damp in the process. She shuddered like she was almost ready to come just from that, and her traitorous hand came down to thread in my hair again. I immediately pulled back. Royal repeatedly told me that she didn’t want a boy. Well, I was going to prove to her that I was all man.

  “I told you to keep your hands on the door frame, didn’t I?”

  She was slightly dazed as she looked down at me. If I wasn’t so fucking turned on myself, I might’ve teased her about how horny she was already, but I was too far gone for playfulness.

  “Yeah,” she breathed, her brown eyes darkening with desire.

  “I can see you’re having a hard time following directions, Majesty, so I guess I’ll have to give you different instructions to keep you occupied.” She opened her pretty mouth, no doubt to say something snarky, but I cut her off. “Since you couldn’t keep your hands up, bring one down and move your panties over. I want to see if your pussy is wet for me.”

  The way her pale throat bobbed—God, I wanted to bite her flesh right there and then fuck her mouth until her cheeks were stretched with my cock, and her lips were shiny with spit.

  But I wouldn’t do that. Not yet.

  For now, I wanted to make this about her.

  When she didn’t do it right away, I used my hold on her ass cheek to give it a little pinch. She flinched slightly. “Ow!”

  “Follow orders.”

  With a glare that was more heated than angry, she reached down and pulled aside her bright panties, baring herself to me. It was the sexiest fucking thing ever. She was completely smooth and without a tan line in sight.

  “So naughty,” I teased before pursing my lips and blowing a stream of air right against her nub. She was already throbbing there slightly—I could see the pink skin pulsing with arousal.

  And just like I figured, there was a thin sheen of wetness there, waiting for me.
/>   Breathing her in, I leaned in and lapped it up, my tongue paying extra attention to the way her folds parted for me. She groaned, but when she started to let go of her panties, she immediately snapped up to attention again, pulling it aside like a good girl.

  I licked, using my long tongue to tease her folds before tongue fucking her hard and fast. Her moans turned from hushed to vehement, and she started rocking her hips against my mouth, trying to press her clit closer to me.

  “Are you always so wet for me?” I asked. “Does your pussy start dripping for me whenever I’m in the room, the way my dick gets hard every time I lay eyes on you?”

  “No…” she moaned.

  “Didn’t you know royalty shouldn’t lie?” I punished her with another pinch to her ass, but I followed it by finally paying attention to her clit again, sucking it between my teeth with the slightest graze.

  “Fuck, Luis!”

  Her shoulders and the back of her head slumped against the wall behind her as I sucked and licked her clit until she started writhing and saying my name over and over again.

  Just hearing her breathy voice moaning my name...my dick wanted to unload right then and there.

  Making sure I had her secure against the wall as her legs still straddled me over my shoulders, I moved one hand around and plunged a finger into her. That was all it took.

  “Oh my God!”

  I felt her pussy grab hold of my finger as her whole body seemed to clench, her orgasm holding both of us hostage.

  I finger fucked her hard and fast, making her orgasm clench harder and harder around my digit. She was so tight, so wet, so fucking sexy. Next time, I wanted to replace my finger with my dick. I wanted to hear her scream my name in my ear while her tits bounced against my chest. I wanted to drive my dick into her so deeply, she’d never think of me as a fucking boy ever again.

  It seemed to take ages for the waves of her pleasure to ebb away, but when they finally did, I carefully removed my finger and tugged her panties back over her. With my hands keeping her secure, I lifted her up and off my shoulders, and then let her slide down my body until she was on her own two feet again.

  Her brown eyes were slightly glazed-over, and it made me cocky as hell that I’d made her look like that. Her cheeks were extra pink, her breathing fast, her tits still on display for me.

  I reached down and picked up her shirt for her, giving her nipples one last kiss before putting them away and tugging her shirt back over her head.

  “That was…” she trailed off as she pulled her hair out from under her shirt.

  “That was sexy as hell,” I finished for her.

  I pulled up her scrub pants and tied them again, letting my knuckle purposely glide against her pussy one last time. She shivered.

  “Do you want me to…” She motioned down to my boxers where my cock was practically crying to come out and play. But I was a fucking man, so I shook my head. “Nah. Next time. This was all about you, Majesty.”

  It was always gonna be all about her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Royal

  The second reality slammed down on my chest, I’d scrambled away from Luis Salvador as quickly as I could.

  He didn't even try to stop me, not even when I’d stumbled out of his room. The only sound that escaped his lips was lighthearted chuckles. I wasn’t sure what bothered me more, the fact that he anticipated my post-orgasmic freak-out, or that he wasn’t even deterred by it.

  I spent the rest of my shift hiding from Luis by staying in his mother’s bedroom. There was an ironic metaphor hidden somewhere in that statement, but I was too ashamed and exhausted to think about it. And then, the exhaustion hit me.

  I woke to the sound of my phone ringing.

  Shit.

  I’d fallen asleep. I was the worst nurse ever.

  I sat up from my spot on the floor to check on Mrs. Salvador, who was tossing and turning in her bed. I hadn’t done a full night shift in a while, and the grueling hours of monitoring her hit me hard, not to mention my quick romp with Luis. I pressed my fingers to my lips, smiling at the memory of Luis kissing me. I didn’t want to fight off his affections. I didn’t want to deny myself the things that I wanted. I just had to figure out how to handle Aaron Carmichael first.

  Another ring drug me back to reality. I got up, stretching my arms high above my head before digging in my pocket where my phone was. I quietly walked out of Mrs. Salvador’s bedroom to answer the phone, and while out in the hallway, I passed Luis’s room, where his door was cracked. My phone stopped ringing as I affectionately peered inside. He was sleeping on his stomach, showing off his tanned, muscular back. His face looked soft from his dreamy, peaceful sleep. Bruises from my lips and teeth covered his neck.

  My phone vibrated again, and I quickly retreated down the hall to answer it.

  “Have a good night?” a cruel, calculated voice answered, and everything good and relaxing about last night completely turned to ice.

  “A-Aaron?” I stuttered, cursing myself for not checking who it was that called.

  “Were you sleeping on the job again?” he asked. I could almost imagine him on the other end of the line, teeth gritted in anger, eyes cold and dark.

  “How did you know—”

  “Do I need to remind you what happens when you don’t do your job correctly, Royal? People die.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut, guilt like a bullet piercing straight through my heart. It was like my veins had dried up, the only thing pumping through my heart was dust. I walked to the guest bathroom, shutting myself inside. I bit my nails and braced myself for this conversation.

  “Of course I remember what happens,” I replied while staring at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my lips still swollen, and my eyes were fearful.

  “Were you with him?” he asked, and more pain lashed out at me. When I didn’t answer, he went on. “I warned you what would happen if you didn’t play your part, Royal. I have eyes everywhere. Were you fucking him?”

  My mouth went dry, and my heart started beating frantically. I had to fix this—and fast. Aaron was proving to be more and more volatile, and if I didn’t play his games, it might be more than just me who’d pay the price.

  “I’m not sleeping with Luis. He’s a fucking kid. He’s a nobody,” I quickly lied before swallowing the bile rising up my throat. “Why would I want him when I could have a man?” I said, trying to sound seductive. I could have puked. This game I was playing would have no winners.

  Aaron sounded breathless on the other end of the phone. “Yeah? You want a man, babe?” he asked as the distinct sound of a zipper sounded over the phone.

  I gaped. Was he fucking serious?

  “What...what are you doing?”

  “Give me what I want, Royal,” he snapped, his voice harsh. “You’re a little whore who can’t do her job properly, right? Maybe I’ll forgive you, but you have to prove to me that you deserve it. Tell me.”

  My fingers curled into my shirt, and I squeezed my eyes shut, like I’d be able to escape reality.

  Just give him what he wants, and he’ll go away. Bide your time.

  “Yeah, I need a real man.” I felt so awkward and scripted, but he seemed to buy it.

  “Yeah, you do, baby,” he said huskily. “I want your lips wrapped around my cock, Royal. Would you like that, babe? Suck a real man off?”

  “Mm-hmm,” I replied, not at all feeling heated by his words.

  There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Prove it.”

  I blinked. “What?”

  “You slept on the job. You expect me to cover for you again. You’re disobeying me, Royal,” he said, his voice stern and filling me with the need to flee. “And here I am, being the good guy, willing to forgive you. Now fucking get into this and get me off over the phone. I want to hear you wanting it.”

  My palms were clammy where I gripped the phone and counter. No matter what move I made with Aaron, it always seemed like the wrong one. The la
st thing I wanted was for him to make good on his threat and do something to Mrs. Salvador before I could get back to appease him.

  “I do want it,” I said quickly, sliding down onto the floor. My back leaned against the wall as I brought my knees up to my chest.

  “Then prove it,” he demanded again.

  I closed my eyes and forced myself to block everything out. It wasn’t Aaron on the other line, it was Luis, and my heart wasn’t racing from revulsion and fear, but with desire and excitement.

  “Touch yourself. I want to hear it,” he ordered.

  I pretended it was Luis’s voice on the phone as I brought my hand down between my legs. I felt my entire body shut down. Even though I knew it was me touching myself, it still felt like an unwanted invasion. “I am,” I whispered, hoping I sounded breathy and not terrified or disgusted.

  “Good girl. Swirl that pretty clit of yours with your finger. I want you to imagine it’s my tongue.”

  I almost threw up.

  “You feel so...g-good.”

  “You’re not convincing me, Royal,” he said angrily. “You’re going to have to be punished.”

  I gasped, and he groaned at my fear. His breath was fast and lewd.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned, though it was forced. My fingers were at a standstill, refusing to put on a show for this man.

  “That’s more like it,” Aaron moaned before cursing. “Fuck, baby. I just want to slide into your pretty pussy. If you were here, I’d hold you down and fuck you raw. Would you like that?”

  “I’d like that,” I said, even as a tear trickled down my cheek. I hated myself.

  “You’d like what?” He was pushing me to say all the things that tore me up inside, and it was killing me.

  Swallowing, I gave him the answer he wanted. “I’d like for you to fuck me raw, Aaron.” Tears of lava continued to spill down my cheeks. Snot dripped from my nose, and I moved to wipe it. My mouth was dry. My stomach rolled with vile disgust for this man.

  “Tell me you want me more than Luis. Tell me he is nothing to you.”

  “Luis is nothing to me,” I replied in a monotone voice.