Royal Rock:A Bad Boy Royal Romance(41)

I began to move my hips with his hand working my clit, over and over,  slow and fast circles sending pleasure bolting through my brain.

"I'm close," I gasped.

"Come on, babe. Come nice and hard for me."

And it overtook me, pleasure rolling like waves through my brain as my  body contracted. I came on his fingers, his masterful, incredible  fingers, and moaned loudly, not caring if someone heard. His hot breath  on my neck only made it more intense as he whispered dirty encouragement  into my ear.

"That's right, come on my fingers. I love making this soaked little pussy come. I love your slick clit and perfect tits."

Slowly it passed and he moved back, grinning at me.

"Holy crap," I said, breathing deeply.

He took my hand and pressed it against his big, bulging cock. I squeezed and began to stroke it softly, my eyes wide.

"My turn now," he grunted. "Think you can make me come?"

"I think so," I said softly.

"I want to see you suck this cock. I want to see you swallow all my hot cum."

I gasped and bit my lip, shocked. "First, what's your name?"

"Nathan. You can call me Nate."

I blinked and cocked my head. There was something about that name, something really familiar . . .

But before I could think of it, my phone began to buzz.







"Shit," I said.

"Go ahead." He nodded at my pocket.

I pulled out my old, beat-up phone and read the text. It was from Lydie.

shiitttttt I'm maddd dunk girl

And two more in quick succession:

siickkk as fuuuckkkk

omg bitch pukingggggg

I wrote back, Where are you? Are you okay?

bathroom bitch just puked need to rally

I cursed under my breath, putting my phone away.

"What's the matter, babe?" Nate asked.

"My friend. She's wasted right now and needs some help."

He grunted, nodding. "Well then, let's go find her."

I frowned down at his huge dick, still hard as hell. "I'm sorry."

He grabbed me by the hair, a soft fist full, and pulled me close. I gasped as surprise and excitement filled me.

"You'll pay me back."

"When?"

"Later." He grinned and let me go. "Come on."

"She's in the girl's bathroom, I think."

I followed him back inside, back through the hallways, and out toward  the bathrooms. We skipped the line, ignoring the loud complaints of  other girls. He silenced them with a look and followed me inside.

"What the fuck?" some girl putting lipstick on said as soon as she saw Nate.

"Helping a friend," he grunted.

"Whatever, perv."

"Lydie?" I called out.

"Claire? Bitch, is that you?"

The voice was coming from the far stall. She sounded awful, but I  expected that. I walked over and stood outside the door while Nate  leaned up against the wall, his arms crossed.

"It's me. Are you okay?"

"I just puked up like a thousand dollars in drinks, but otherwise okay."

"Can you get up?"

"I can dance but I can't walk."

Nate grinned at me and I smiled back. "Lydie, come on. I'll get you a cab."

"No. No way. I'm dancing!"

And then she puked again, a fresh heave. I cringed as I heard it hit the water.

"Okay, maybe not," she mumbled, spitting.

"Come on, Lydie. Open up."

The stall door unlocked and pushed open. Inside, Lydie was hugging the toilet bowl, looking miserable.

Part of me felt like she totally deserved it for her nasty comment  earlier. But I knew Lydie was actually a great person at heart, even if  she sometimes put her foot in her mouth.

"Come on, let's get you up," I said, trying to help her stand.

"No. No, thanks. I'm sleeping here." She was dead weight as I struggled with her.

"Lydie, seriously. This isn't funny. Let's get you home."

Suddenly Nate was there, moving me aside.

"Okay, girl, time to go," he said, grabbing her by the arms and hoisting her up.

"Fuck!" she said as Nate placed her on her feet. "Who the hell is this dreamboat?"

"Lydie, this is Nate."

"Well, Nate, you better carry me fast or I'm puking on your shirt."

Without another word, he scooped her up into his arms and moved quickly  back out the way we'd come. He carried her out the back door and into  the alley and then up around toward the front. I had to hustle to keep  up, my high heels annoying as hell as I struggled to stay close to them.

Finally, we were out front with all the cabs. Nate placed Lydie down on the curb and she slumped over, giggling like an idiot.

"I am so, so sorry," I said to him.

He stood close, grinning. "Not often I get to save a damsel in distress."

"You're a wonderful knight."

"All in a day's work." He pulled me up against him. "Now, how about sucking me dry?"

I smiled. "How can you still be thinking about that after hearing my friend puke?"

"Heard a lot worse in my time, trust me. And something about you drives me fucking crazy."

I realized I felt the exact same way, despite how insane it seemed. I  had just heard Lydie puke and saw it all in the toilet, and yet I still  wanted to feel Nate's hard cock in my mouth.

"Let's go, bitch!" I heard suddenly.

I looked up and saw Lydie climbing into a cab.

"Shit!" I said, following after her. "Lydie, come on!"

"Get in, bitch. It's taxi time to pukeville."

The cab driver looked at me. "You better take care of your friend or I'm kicking her out."

"Okay, okay, sir. Just one second."

I turned back to Nate. "I just keep apologizing, but I really am sorry. This is so annoying."

Lydie literally started grabbing me and pulled me into the back of the  cab. Nate crossed his arms and laughed loudly at us, still grinning that  cocky smile.







"It's okay. Save your friend." He closed the door and mouthed the words "see you later."

The cab started pulling away. I watched him disappear as we made a left turn, heading back toward my dad's house.

"I liked him," Lydie said after a second. "He was a good donkey."

"A donkey?"

"Yeah. I rode him. Like a donkey."

"Okay, Lydie. How drunk are you?"

"I'm drunk as fuck, bitch. What more do you want? It's spring break!"

"No, it isn't. It's summer break."

I laughed to myself and watched as the beach flew by the window, the cab driving into the wealthiest part of the Outer Banks.

I'd never done anything remotely like that in my whole life. I couldn't  believe how badly I wanted to taste his salty pre-cum, how badly I  wanted to feel his hands on the back of my head as I made him come into  my throat. He was incredible, getting me off with just his hands. Maybe  he was the exact type of guy I needed to lose my V-card to.

He was definitely totally unlike the pretentious, preppy assholes my dad  loved to parade around me whenever he got the chance. Nate was gruff  and dirty and confident like nothing I'd ever seen.

And I wanted him more than anything I'd ever known. I was annoyed at Lydie for pulling me away.

Suddenly, as the cab pulled into the driveway, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Shit!" I said after we paid the cab driver and began to struggle up to the front door.

"No, puke. I shit earlier today," Lydie slurred.

I made a face. Gross.

"No. I mean, I never got that guy's number."

Lydie looked at me suddenly, as if she were totally sober. "You done fucked up then, girl. He was hot as hell."

"I kissed him."

"You total whorebag!"

And then she turned to the side and puked into the bushes.

That was a great way to end the night. I helped Lydie inside, trying to stay quiet so we didn't wake up Dad.

I got into my own bed, my head swimming with visions of my mystery man.





NATHAN

I still felt the ache in my thigh every single day where the bullet had  torn right through the meat and the bone. I rubbed it absently, trying  not to think about that particular mission. I was on leave, after all,  and should be getting piss drunk, not moaning about some terrorist  asshole that got lucky enough to put a bullet in me.

Besides, the U.S. government owned my ass for the foreseeable future,  injury or no. It didn't matter if I was shot or beat up or burned to a  crisp; I still had a job to do. The scar was just another badge of  honor.

I got out of the cab in front of the piece of shit motel I was staying  at for the next few weeks and climbed slowly up the stairs. I kept  thinking about the girl from the club, Claire, and my cock began to stir  all over again. I had to grind my jaw to keep it under control as I  unlocked the door and went inside.

I wasn't usually the type to keep thinking about a conquest. Normally on  leave, I'd find the easiest piece of ass possible and fuck her until  she had nothing left to offer, and then I'd move on to the next one.  Rinse and repeat until I was recalled to base for a mission. I'd fuck so  hard and fast that my past couldn't keep up with me. That was how I had  to live as a Navy SEAL, always one foot in the grave, a single step  ahead of death himself.

And I never kept thinking about those chicks. This girl though, there  was something about her. Normally I would have left her and her  drunk-ass friend to fend for themselves, not wanting to get caught up in  their stupid bullshit drama. But the way she had looked at me,  practically dripping wet on my fingers, biting her lip, I couldn't help  myself.