ROYAL ROCK(52)
He was leaning up against the tree with the swing tied to it, his arms crossed. He was looking out over the stream as it wound through the forest.
“I thought that was you,” he said as I approached.
I stopped. “How’d you know?”
“I heard you coming a mile away,” he answered, laughing. “You stomp like a giant.”
“I do not,” I said. “I glide. I’m a lady.”
He grinned and turned toward me. The grin slowly disappeared. “Look, I was an ass last night. I’m getting sick of apologies, so I won’t make one.”
“You were an ass,” I agreed. “Apology accepted.”
He laughed and looked back at the stream. I walked up and stood next to him, my hands wrapped around the cup of coffee.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it is. It’s not weird that I came here, right?”
“It’s not private or anything,” he said. “I don’t mind if you come here.”
“Thanks.” I leaned up against the tree, inches away from him. “I’m surprised you’re awake.”
“I find it hard to sleep during a crisis.”
“That’s probably not the worst trait.”
“Maybe. I can think better when I can actually sleep, though.”
“Good point. Wouldn’t want the king to make some horrible decision while sleep deprived.”
He frowned and looked away. “Exactly.”
“Hey,” I said, reaching out and touching his arm. “I was just kidding.”
“I know,” he said, looking back at me and smiling. “I know. There’s just a lot going on.”
“How are things?”
“About the same as last night. You know, when I drunkenly got annoyed with you.”
I smiled softly. “Yeah. I remember.”
He stared at me for a second and then looked back over my shoulder. He made a gesture.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I just sent my team back to the estate,” he said. “And your man, too.”
“So we’re alone out here?”
He nodded. “We are.”
I felt that nervous spike again. I realized that I was dripping wet, and I had been since I saw him standing out here. He was wearing a pair of perfectly fitting jeans and a tight, simple T-shirt that made his muscular chest look incredible.
He turned toward me. I pressed my back flush against the tree.
“What now?” I asked him.
“You know what now,” he said, coming close to me. He took my hips and pulled them against him. I gasped softly.
“No,” I said. “I don’t know.”
He smirked and moved his lips up against my ear. “Say it,” he ordered.
“I can’t.”
“Your king commands you.”
I opened my mouth but didn’t know what I was about to say.
26
TRIP
I could feel my cock hard against her as I pinned her against the tree.
“I want you,” she said simply.
I smirked at her. “I know you do.”
And then I kissed her. I kissed her hard, my lips pressing against hers, starving for this moment. It felt like this was the first time we’d been alone since that night we were almost killed, even though we’d been alone a few times since then. This was the first time it felt like she was really with me and not worried about something else.
Or more that it felt like this was the first time I was really with her. My mind had been everywhere but Bryce. Not in this moment, though. I wasn’t letting this moment pass me by.
I pulled her hips against me harder as I kissed her, my tongue and lips working against hers. I ran my hands down her body and slowly found the button of her jeans. I unfastened it and pulled her zipper down. I began to kiss her neck.
“Right here?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” She gasped as I slowly pushed my right hand down her panties. She was dripping wet, absolutely soaked. I smiled to myself.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you right here in this forest.”
“I need it,” she whispered.
“I know. You need this thick cock between your legs. You’ve been dripping for it since that night, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped. I pushed two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. “Ah shit, yes.”
“You fucking bad girl. You want the king’s cock right here in the open, where anybody could see us.”
“We’re alone,” she gasped. “They left.”
“They did,” I agreed, grinning. “They absolutely did.”
I worked her pussy, her back pressed against the tree. Her hands gripped my muscular arms as my fingers fucked her pussy, pressing deep inside her. I pulled back and rubbed her clit. She stared at me, her mouth hanging open, and I just grinned at her, loving the way she fell into it. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to, and we both knew it. The girl was practically panting as I worked her soaking pussy.