by Wood, Vivian
Skatter. I don’t know what it means exactly, but the way he says it is enchanting. I lean my head back, presenting my mouth to him, whispering my words. “You should kiss me.”
A dimple flashes in his cheek. He doesn’t say anything, but his hand that’s on my ass presses me closer. His cock presses into my belly.
My eyes widen just a bit at the sheer size of it. That can’t be real, can it?
At the same time his face lowers, his breath teasing my lips when he stops just a hair’s breadth shy of kissing me. It seems like the most natural thing in the world to close that gap, to push up on my toes and press my lips onto his.
His lips are hot and firm. There is an immediate sense of urgency, growing with every second. I curl my hands in his shirt, needing more. I want to sink into his mouth and never return.
I feel the roughness of his stubble against my smooth face. I feel the frantic beat of my heart against the loud bass beat of the club’s music. I feel his arms tighten around me, a python with its prey in its grasp.
I feel all of it, and I want more.
He deepens the kiss, bending me back a little. His tongue invades the cavity of my mouth, dancing with my tongue. He tastes so good, like mint and beer and male, under it all.
Stellan starts moving with me, swaying against me, dominating my whole body. At the same time he presses his hips into my belly again, grinding. I suddenly have a flash of exactly what Stellan is going to be like when we go to bed together.
Rough. Dominant. Hard. But I have a feeling that he knows exactly how to make me come, how to make me scream his name, over and over again until my voice gives out.
I shiver and crush myself against him.
All my secret cravings for someone like Stellan will be fulfilled. And the best part? After this weekend, he will vanish into thin air.
Poof.
I can be as uninhibited with him as I want. He’s the ultimate one night stand.
It’s hard not to bite his earlobe when I whisper in his ear.
“Let’s go somewhere private.”
Stellan smirks, that dimple flashing in his cheek again. “Come on. We should go back to my hotel.”
He takes my hand, leading the way. And I follow him, a rush of heady excitement sluicing through my veins.
Chapter Four
Margot
The Uber ride to his hotel could take forever or it could be just a few short minutes. I don’t actually know because Stellan has his tongue down my throat and his hand on my thigh. His fingers brush under my negligee and over my pussy a few times.
I’m in the grip of the mushrooms and the MDMA. But more importantly, I’m into him. My hands rove over Stellan’s chest and back and clutch at his shirt. My eyes practically roll into the back of my head every time he touches my breasts or teases the silk-covered triangle between my clenched legs.
The lobby of the hotel seems fancy; I glimpse gold and marble as he hustles me to the elevators. Once the elevator doors glide closed, I gasp as he picks me up and backs me against the mirrored wall.
My eyes sink closed. I pant as he leaves hickeys all over my neck and breasts. His hot mouth is everywhere, his hands rucking up my negligee. He pushes my knees apart and presses between them. If it weren’t for a little denim and silk, we would be fucking right now.
I wrap my legs around his back as the elevator rises. When the elevator chimes and the doors slide open, he carries me off and walks straight into the penthouse suite. I pause, my eyes opening.
“Holy shit,” I say. Stellan doesn’t stop moving, but I can’t help but notice the floor to ceiling windows with their exquisite view of Manhattan. “Jesus. What are you, rich? Or is it that you’re a rebel? Hmm? Did you steal the keys to this place?”
No response to that from him, except for to suck on my neck extra hard. He keeps moving through the space, dodging the low gray modern furniture until he gets to the bedroom. I take that to mean that Stellan somehow borrowed the keys to this suite.
I’m not exactly worried about it; I like a little danger mixed with my fucking. As he lays me down on what has to be the softest mattress ever made, I grin. Such opulence should be used and shared by everyone; just a few hours ago I was wearing a ripped t-shirt that declares EAT THE RICH.
He backs off, pulling his dark t-shirt up over his head. My eyes widen at his well-built chest and muscular arms; he even has a taut six pack, which I didn’t think actually existed outside of the movies. He’s actually a giant, descended from the Vikings… that’s what my overheated brain tells me, anyway.
I lean on my elbows, watching him strip his shoes and jeans off, leaving him in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs. My gaze trails up and down his body, ravenous for his touch.
“Fuck. You’re hot,” I say. Tossing my hair, I bite my lush lower lip.
He grins, flashing me that dimple again in his cheek. “I take that as a compliment, coming from you.”
I blush. “Thanks.”
His eyes glint. “Now for the love of everything holy, get fucking naked. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to taste you.”
My fingers shake as I sit up, pulling my negligee up and over my head. It falls to the side, forgotten. My tits are bare, my chest tightening and lifting under his inspection. Stellan drinks me in, his white teeth sinking into the pink flesh of his lower lip. His ice blue eyes rake over me, making my nipples pebble.
He reaches down and adjusts his cock in his boxer briefs. Then he grates out another command. “Take off your panties.”
My lips twitch. I tilt my head. “Why don’t you come over here and do it yourself?”
He smirks and then moves onto the bed very, very slowly. “You are defiant.”
The breath leaves my lungs as his arms cage me in. “Until my last breath.”
He considers me for a second. Then he reaches up and pushes my hair away from one side of my neck, the backs of his fingers touching my neck. “Someone should teach you a lesson, ja?”
My heartbeat pounds wildly in my own ears. I lift my head. “I’ve been waiting for a teacher.”
His beautiful blue eyes glitter. He runs a single fingertip down my neck, over my collarbone, tracing a line between my bare breasts. I suck in a breath.
His touch trails down my ribs, across my navel, and ends at the top of my panties. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling myself grow wet, feeling the slide of my body growing ready for him.
Stellan glances at me. “I’m going to fuck you senseless. If you’re going to tell me to stop, this is your last chance.”
I bite my lip, smothering a grin. I shake my head. “Less talk. More action.”
He smiles as he literally rips my panties off of my body. He kisses me on the hip, then on the top of my thigh. I can’t hold back the sultry moan that rises in my throat. His fingers walk up to find my nipple and tweak it hard.
Gasping loudly, I arch into his touch.
“Good girl,” he purrs. Stellan splays a big hand underneath my belly button, covering my public mound. He presses down firmly as he showers little bites and swift nibbles to my thighs, working his way closer and closer to my shaved pussy.
I watch as he runs the tip of one thick finger up the seam of my pussy, just barely touching. A twisted, angry grunt leaves my lips.
“Stellan,” I reprimand him.
He looks up at me, grinning devilishly. The he places the lightest of butterfly kisses over my pussy, making me writhe.
“Stellan, please!” I beg.
He shakes his head. “I don’t think so, skatter. I’m not going to let you come just yet.”
Instead, he pushes himself up onto his knees and grasps his cock through his boxers briefs. My lungs constrict as I watch him, looking down on me, naked and spread out.
Eyeing me, he bites his lip. “I think you need to taste me, skatter. I want to feel the tip of my cock in your fucking throat.”
My entire body tightens with need. His lips form a naughty smile.
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“Can you control your gag reflex?”
My cheeks color. “A little.” I get to my knees, reaching for him, but he sneers at me.
“No. You lie on the edge of the bed, like this.” He grabs me, positioning me so that my head is by the foot of the bed, dangling off just a little. “If it’s too much, just tap my leg. Ja?”
Nodding, I watch as Stellan strips his black boxer briefs off. His cock bounces up, jutting straight out.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my eyes widening. I knew he was well endowed, but… he’s absolutely huge. His cock is long, thick, and veiny in a way that male porn stars would be jealous of. He’s also uncut, which honestly is a little unnerving.
I don’t follow Judeo-Christian beliefs or anything, but it reinforces the fact that he is definitely not from here.
Stellan grins, grasping his cock and wiggling his eyebrows. Then he steps forward. “Open your mouth. Cover your teeth for me, skatter.”
My heart pound in my ears. Relax, I tell myself. Whatever you do, don’t gag.
Licking my lips, I open my mouth. He steps closer and nudges the tip of his cock between my lips. I taste his cock, the deep earthy maleness and manly musk bursting across my tongue like fireworks.
He groans, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “Ah, fuck.”
That’s fucking sexy. The sound of his rumbled curse makes my breasts tighten. I relax a little, resting my hand on his inner thigh.
Then he starts very slowly working his length in and out of my lips. More rumbles of pleasure leave his lips. Not groans or moans, but almost.
Stellan stops and peers down at me after a few seconds. “Good?”
I nod, my mouth still full of his cock. He grips his cock and starts pumping in and out of my mouth, his eyes squeezing shut. I grab him and pull him closer, attempting to work my tongue against his cock.
His reaction is immediate. His whole body seizes up. There is an intense look of concentration on his face. “Fuck, Margot.”
I slide my hand down to delicately cup his balls. His eyes actually roll back in his head as he starts to move again, jerking in and out of my lips roughly. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Skatter…”
He stops suddenly, pulling out of my mouth. Before I can even react, he’s covering the tip of his cock with his hand, cursing and clenching his eyes shut. He coming, shooting jets of milky white semen into his hand. The look of pleasure on his face, so intense and ecstatic it nearly borders on pain, makes me quiver.
When he’s done, Stellan opens his eyes again. “That wasn’t quite how I was supposed to finish… but your mouth felt too good. Too hot.”
I lick the corner of my mouth. “My pleasure.”
He chuckles, reaching across to the bedside table for the tissue box. He wipes his hand off and then pads over to the trashcan, disposing of the tissue. When he comes back, he kneels at the foot of the bed.
“Now it’s your turn,” he husks. “Come down here.”
Feeling a little weird about it, I turn around. Stellan isn’t interested in waiting, grabbing my knees and spreading them wide. I feel a little awkward being exposed like that, but he isn’t too worried about my emotions just now.
“Cup your breasts,” he commands, ducking his head low. I expect him to start flicking his tongue over my clit, but of course he doesn’t.
He is always surprising, always keeping me on my toes.
Instead he starts kissing the inside of my thigh. His hands touch my inner thighs, sliding up as he trails his kisses toward my pussy. I moan softly, bucking just a little. He looks up at me, catching my eye.
His dark brow descends and he looks utterly sincere when he utters the next words. “You are so beautiful, Margot.”
Then his head lowers again and he licks along my seam, causing my eyes to flutter closed. My brow wrinkles as he teases me, using two fingers to part my lower lips. When he finally seals his lips over my clit, sucking on it gently, a wave of pleasure washes through my whole body, rippling out from my pussy.
I grab my tits, shaping my nipples with hard pulls. He alternates between licking and sucking my clit. Stellan is going to drive me mad. He pulls unintelligible sounds of need from my lips, makes my hips thrust against that magical mouth of his.
When he’s good and ready he tests my entrance with the tips of two thick fingers, working them in and out. My pussy is beyond wet and ready for him, but there is still some resistance as he slides his fingers home. I groan, ready to explode.
“Fuck. Fuck, right there,” I whisper. “That’s so good, Stellan…”
I feel him pause, wetting a finger from his free hand. Then he starts licking my clit again… while he pushes that fingertip against the tight balloon knot of my ass.
My eyes widen, but it doesn’t feel bad. Actually, with my clit being stimulated and Stellan working his fingers slowly in and out of my pussy, it feels… naughty. But good.
I whimper, uncertain.
When he actually penetrates my ass with one finger, my eyes roll up in my head. “Oh god,” I choke out. “Don’t stop, Stellan. God, don’t stop…”
For a second, it’s quiet, aside from the sound of blood rushing in my head and my heart beating like a drum. I stop trying to breathe and thinking about anything at all.
I only exist for the pleasure that Stellan is giving me, right now, right here.
I come suddenly, the orgasm ripping through me, clenching and spasming. One moment I’m at the top of a cliff, looking down into the looming crevasse. The next I am in free fall, plummeting toward the bottom, praying that there will be a body of water to save me from certain death.
I’m pretty sure I scream. At some point Stellan withdraws, licking at his mouth. When I can focus my eyes and breathe again, I look at him, chuckling because I am so overwhelmed.
“What?” he asks. He lays down on the bed beside me, fisting his cock. He’s hard again, which is impressive in itself.
“That was…” I trail off, shaking my head. I try to catch my breath. “Incredible.”
“Mmm.” He eyes me, carnal interest still lighting a fire in his eyes.
I turn on my side. Should I be this winded after sex? I’m too young for it, I feel like… “What now?”
His lips turn upward. He moves closer, pressing a kiss to my lips. He still tastes like me, a little metallic but also earthy with a hint of sweetness. He cups my tits, renewing my interest.
“Skatter… I want to have your mouth again,” he whispers against my lips. “Give it to me, Margot.”
I lick my lips, looking deep into his eyes. “For tonight… I’m all yours, Stellan.”
That apparently amuses him, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he just kisses me again, so deeply that I forget that morning will ever come.
Chapter Five
Stellan
It’s early in the morning when I wake. At first, I just open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. It takes my system a minute to boot up, to realize where exactly I am and that I am not alone. I roll over onto my side and see Margot sleeping there, her outrageous pink hair sticking out in every direction.
She sleeps on her side, her face drawn into her chest. It almost looks like she’s trying to protect herself, even in her sleep. But from what?
I repress a sigh and look at her lovely face. Her skin is radiant, her cheekbones high, her eyes large and expressive. For Satan, but she is pretty.
There are faint circles under her eyes.
I am actually partially to blame for that. We stayed up most of the night fucking. Well, doing everything but fucking actually… she sucked my cock until my eyes rolled up in my head over and over. I fingered her and licked her until she came screaming. Her taste still lingers faintly on my lips and tongue.
I don’t actually mind that. She tasted sweet and musky; there are far worse things to wake up smelling like.
The point is, I was exceedingly careful where my sperm went.
Even drunk, I know better than to actually spe
nd my seed inside of random girls. If I accidentally got a girl pregnant and the press found out about it…
Ah, there it is. The faint pounding of my head, between my eyes. It’s funny… for a minute, just brief window of time, I almost forgot that I was a royal.
Almost.
I hear a noise outside of the bedroom door. Cocking my head, I frown. Is that Erik, then? Where did he end up last night?
Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I sigh. I really need a glass of water and a headache powder to even begin dealing with today.
Erik slams the door open, holding up a phone. Margot stirs and panics a little, sitting up too.
“Erik—” I start.
He has eyes only for Margot, though. “You fucking bitch!”
My eyes narrow. Margot looks alarmed. “What? Don’t call me a bitch…”
“Erik, don’t call her that. What do you want?” My head pounds, less faintly this time and more like a jackhammer.
Erik looks at me, beyond aggravated. “She posted pictures of you two together to fucking Instagram, Stel. Intimate photos.”
That gets my attention. “What?”
I have a vague memory of Margot snapping a couple of pictures with her phone last night. A cold fist of worry forms in my stomach.
I look at her, clutching the comforter to her chest. Always protecting herself. My eyes narrow.
“Is it true?” I ask.
Her delicate brows descend, making her eyes darker. “Well… yeah… I didn’t realize that you guys had a weird hang up about Instagram or whatever…”
I flinch, then look at the ceiling. Scrubbing my hand over my face, I try to think. I want to scream at her. But that won’t help anybody.
When I speak, my voice shakes with barely contained fury. “You have to take them down.”
Erik hisses. “It’s too late for that. Her post went viral.”
“What?” Margot says, confused. “Why?” Her gaze darts to me, accusing. “What don’t I know?”