“Dom, Bruno,” she says, sounding surprised. “Couldn’t sleep?”
I grin, shaking my head. Her lips part slightly, perfect and pink and full, and I’m already imagining them wrapped around my cock, her big eyes staring up at me.
Then I’m imagining my cock in her mouth as she’s on her hands and knees, Bruno behind her, fucking her until she moans into me.
Just like that, I’m rock-hard again.
“Nope, couldn’t sleep,” Bruno says, and walks around to the front of the couch, then sits next to Katarina. The bulge in his pants belies that he’s thinking the same thing I am.
I see the princess stare at it, then swallow. Yesterday I’d have been jealous, but now the thought of her with both of us just makes my dick even harder.
“Me either,” she says, putting her book down on the table. “Just... distracted, I guess. Why couldn’t you?”
I walk around the couch slowly, then stand there. Katarina’s eyes find the bulge in my pants, and I watch as her pupils dilate, her lips part, and she finally looks up at my face.
I grin.
“I think you know why, Princess,” I say. “You’re looking at two reasons right now. You could look closer if you wanted.”
Chapter Nine
Bruno
Katarina gasps. She actually puts one hand to her chest, like she’s clutching her pearls or something, but at the same time her eyes widen and I can practically feel her pulse quicken.
“I don’t know what you—”
“Yes, you do, Princess,” I murmur, leaning forward until my lips are half an inch from her ear.
Her lips part wider and her eyes slide closed. She swallows hard.
“We heard you yesterday morning,” I go on, letting my voice get low and raspy. “You took a very long time getting dressed, and then you started moaning our names for some reason.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I thought you were gone.”
Now Dom is standing in front of her, grinning, his cock practically bursting from his pants.
“Don’t apologize,” he says. “It gave us some very good ideas.”
Her eyes widen nervously.
“I think you have the wrong idea,” she says, breathlessly. “I wasn’t trying to seduce you or something. I just had some pent up... frustration.”
She swallows, and I take her earlobe between my teeth. She gasps.
“I’ve never even been with one man at a time and there’s no way I can be with two!” she squeaks.
“Just say the word, Princess,” Dom says, leaning over the sofa she’s sitting on, his hand on the back. “Tell us you don’t want us and we’ll leave, no questions asked.”
She takes a deep breath and bites her lip. I release her earlobe and pull away a few inches as she looks from Dom to me and back again.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I have to stay pure for the sake of my country, for my people, for my future husband...”
“You know why we’re here, right?” I ask her.
“It’s not because we’re deeply concerned with the Inter-Continental Council,” Dom says.
“We’re here because you’re in the market to be married, Princess,” I go on, putting one hand on her knee, the silk warm beneath my fingers. “Neither of us came all this way just for a good fuck.”
“I can’t marry you both,” she points out, very sensibly.
Dom leans in even closer.
“You’re going to be Queen someday,” he says. “I think you can do whatever you want.”
“Come on, Princess,” I whisper. “What do you say?”
She swallows and closes her eyes, thinking about it, and I close one hand around a fistful of her red hair, turning her to face me, delicate and submissive, fucking perfect in every way.
I kiss her, slow and hard. I push my tongue into her mouth, my hand still on the back of her head, as I move my fingers up her thigh slowly, feeling her tremble. Katarina moans softly into my mouth and meets my tongue with hers, letting me plunder her.
Fuck, I already love being inside her.
I end the kiss, her lips red and swollen from the force, releasing her hair as Dom leans in, his hand on her neck, and he kisses her just as hard and as thoroughly as I did.
“Well,” he says, as they come up for air. “What do you say?”
She blinks quickly, looking from me to him and back.
“Yes,” she finally whispers. “But — I’ve never done this before. Not even close.”
Dom chuckles, moving his hand down her neck to her breasts, her nipples hard through the thin silk of her nightgown.
“Don’t worry, Princess,” he says. “Tonight is all about you.”
Chapter Ten
Katarina
I can hardly breathe. My heart is pounding, and I’m so wet that I’ve probably ruined this nightgown.
They both want me.
Not just that. They both just proposed to me, and even though it’s crazy and impossible-sounding, I think they might be right.
Bruno turns my head again, and he’s not forceful, exactly, but there’s no question who’s in control right now — it’s not me, it’s them. He kisses me again, even harder than the first time, as Dom kisses my neck and trails his hand down my chest, just barely skimming his palm over one hard, pebbled nipple.
I moan into Bruno’s mouth.
“You like that?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say.
Dom does it again, both palms on both nipples, so lightly I can barely feel it, but the sensation sends a jolt up my spine. I gasp, and Bruno bites my bottom lip.
“I’d say it’s a fucking shame no one’s touched you before now,” he murmurs. “Because you’re so fucking ready, Princess, but I think I’m going to love being the one to ruin that innocence.”
I moan again as his fingers slide under the hem of my silk nightgown, skimming up my thigh until he finds the crease at my hip.
Dom takes both my nipples between his fingers, his lips still on my neck, and rolls them gently through the silk, the fabric whispering against the sensitive nubs perfectly. I’ve got one hand on each man, but I’ve got no idea what I’m doing. I’m utterly transported already, and they’ve only just started.
“Spread your legs for me, Princess,” Bruno orders, his voice rough but soft. “Show me how wet you are.”
I swallow, closing my eyes. Of course no one has ever talked to me like this, but no one has even dared use that tone.
I open my knees, letting my nightgown drape between them. Dom pinches both my nipples a little harder as Bruno kisses me fiercely, and it almost hurts but instead it feels so, so good. He tugs on the already-low neckline of my nightgown, and then suddenly my breasts are both free, nipples pink and rosy in the firelight.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Dom growls, taking them in both hands. He squeezes them almost roughly, my nipples between his thumb and first finger, and my back arches.
“You’re so eager to be touched,” he murmurs, still teasing me. “Do you have a lot of frustrations, Princess?”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp. “Please.”
“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Bruno says, his hand moving up my inner thigh. “Not for anything.”
He swipes one finger along the very edge of my lips, just as Dom pinches my nipples again, and I cry out. I know I’m being loud, but I can’t help it.
“You’re so fucking wet, Princess,” Bruno says. “Is that for us? Were you sitting in here, thinking about the things that the two of us could do to you, your beautiful pussy gushing like a waterfall?”
I’m panting for breath, and he slides his fingers up toward my clit, circling it slowly.
“I was trying not to,” I whisper.
“Here’s the first thing we’re going to do to you,” Bruno says. He slides to the floor, on his knees between my legs, still circling my clit with one hand. “I’m going to taste your honey and lick your sweet little cunt until you come. And then Dom and I are going to trade places.”
Without waiting for an answer, he grabs my ass and pulls me to the edge of the couch, pushing my nightgown up over my hips in one motion. Before I know it, my white panties are off, Bruno still rubbing me, slow and deliberate as he runs his lips down the inside of one thigh.
At the same time, Dom locks his lips around one nipple and sucks on it, flicking his tongue back and forth over the engorged surface. I moan again, just as Bruno puts one hand on the inside of each knee, pushing my legs even wider.
I gasp. Now I’m helpless, practically naked to the world, spread in front of both these men, but Bruno’s surprisingly gentle as his tongue starts at the bottom of my slit, slides between my lips and then moves in a slow circle around my clit.
I whimper, my hand locked in Bruno’s hair. Dom chuckles, still licking at one nipple and pinching the other, his hands all over me.
Bruno licks me harder and harder, my legs still wide, his tongue darting back and forth across my clit masterfully, like he knows exactly how to make me come in record time. I clench my hand in his hair, totally oblivious to anything but the sheer pleasure rocketing through my body.
“That feels so good,” I whisper.
Dom chuckles and bites my nipple just hard enough, pulling back as he does, sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure through my body.