Virgin Bride(154)

I sucked her clit, licking her juices, loving her taste. She began to work her hips, her moans coming faster, closer. I could tell she was getting close, so I pressed my fingers back deep inside her, fucking her pussy.

She began to rock her hips, pressing my face hard against her wet clit. “Trip, fuck,” she said. “Oh shit, Trip. I’m so close. Holy shit, I’m close.”

I didn’t ease up one bit. I wanted this, wanted it so badly. I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d been making me feel. I wanted to make her come high above the city, her body on top of thousands of years of history.

I continued to work her, relentless, merciless. My fingers pressed deep inside her, my tongue and lips worked her clit, and she continued to roll her hips.

And then her body began to stiffen as she came. Her legs twitched and she moved, but I held her ass in my hands and pushed her against me as I licked her. I didn’t relent as she said my name, over and over, the orgasm rolling through her like madness.

And slowly she finished. I loved that she came on my mouth, loved her taste, loved everything about her.

“Shit, Trip,” she said. “I can barely think.”

“Good,” I said, grinning at her. I kissed her lips gently. “Nothing gets me harder than getting you off.”

Just as I kissed her again, I heard a noise. She pulled her dress down as Al appeared at the doorway, frowning.

“Your Highness,” he called, “I’m sorry, but there has been a serious development.”

“What now?” I called back.

“We have to go. It’s urgent.”

I frowned and then helped Bryce down off the wall. She was blushing like mad and breathing deeply.

“Very well. Go ahead and clear the way. We’ll drop Bryce off first.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

We walked slowly back toward the staircase, Bryce breathing deeply. “They have great timing,” she said.

“That’s what happens when you’re a king,” I said. “Events don’t wait for you.”

She laughed as we wound back down the staircase. “I guess not.”

“Even when you want them to.”

As we walked back toward her room, I found myself holding her hand and wishing that we didn’t have to part. I knew that whatever had happened must be bad, otherwise Al would never interrupt like that. Still, it was strange. I got one taste of her delicious pussy and now I was holding her hand.

We finally got back to her room. Al and the others hung back at the end of the hall, waiting.

“Thanks for the, uh, for the tour,” she said.

“You mean, ‘Thanks for the orgasm, Your Majesty,’ right?” I said, grinning.

She blushed again. “Something like that.”

“Good.” I tipped her chin toward me. “You’re very welcome.” I kissed her softly on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”

“Okay.”

I turned and strode quickly back toward Al and the others.

I didn’t know what was waiting for me at the situation room, but it didn’t matter. I had the taste I needed, and although it left me wanting more and more, it helped. I knew I’d have another taste sooner rather than later, and that thought drove me wild with anticipation.

I was going to have her. I was going to make Bryce mine.





17





Bryce





I felt like I was still buzzing when I got back to my room. Trip disappeared with his guards back to whatever he had been doing before, and I was left with this strange excitement jolting through me.

I couldn’t believe the way Trip took me like that. He put me up on that wall, high above anything else, and he made me feel incredible. His fingers, his tongue, everything about him jolted through me.

But something bad must have happened for the guards to come and interrupt us like that. I’d never seen them so much as speak out of turn before. Normally they were like invisible presences on the edges of things and never interrupted Trip without a very good reason.

That worried me. Trip was dealing with enough as it was. I didn’t know how he’d feel about adding something else on top of it. I didn’t want to distract him from what was happening in his country, and yet I really hadn’t wanted him to go.

I found a new pair of panties and pulled them on, smiling to myself, before sitting down on the couch with my laptop. I felt like most of my vacation had been spent researching Stehen and Starkland in general online, but I had no other way of learning. It wasn’t like I could just go out into the city on my own, since I didn’t know the language and not everyone spoke English.

I checked news sites but nothing new had cropped up. Whatever had happened wasn’t in the mainstream media yet, or at least in the English-speaking media.