“Do it,” he commanded.
I went back to work, sucking faster and faster, working him as hard as I could. I wanted him to come in my mouth and throat, wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot cum.
He groaned, pushing me down, working his hips into me. I stopped rubbing myself and used my other hand to jerk his shaft off.
“That’s right. Keep going,” he groaned as I kept working him, faster and faster, harder and harder. His grunts and groans of pleasure got louder and faster as I kept at it, working his cock, jerking him off and sucking him.
Finally, he groaned and I tasted his hot cum as it filled my mouth. I didn’t let up. I just kept sucking him harder and faster. I took every single drop of his cum in my mouth and throat and swallowed it all, loving how he came in my mouth, how he groaned his pleasure.
And slowly it was over. I swallowed and licked him clean.
“Shit,” he groaned.
I smiled at him, but instead of collapsing back onto the blanket, he pushed me back over. I fell back and he was on top of me, kissing me hard. I was surprised but didn’t mind as he stripped my pants and panties off.
“Trip,” I gasped.
“What?” he asked, tossing my panties aside.
“We’re out in the middle of this field,” I said.
“Good,” he answered. “I want you exposed.” His fingers found my pussy and slowly pressed inside me, two fingers slowly working in and out. “I want you exposed for everyone to see. You’re my fucking girl, and I’m going to get you off wherever I please.”
I moaned, my head tossed back as he kissed my neck. I hadn’t expected this, but I was fully ready for it, primed and already so close. His fingers fucked my pussy as he kissed my neck. He worked my clit and then went back to fucking me. I groaned as he slowly moved down my body.
His mouth began to suck and lick my clit. He ate me fast like a starving man, and that tipped me over the edge. “Trip,” I gasped, holding his head close to my clit as his fingers kept fucking my tight pussy. “Oh shit, Trip. I’m coming.”
He worked harder, faster. I came, an explosive orgasm rolling over my body. I couldn’t control myself, but Trip could. He kept working me all through it, pressing me past the edge and beyond, to the point where I couldn’t think and could hardly breathe.
Finally, it was over. It was so damn intense, and I could only breathe deeply. He slowly came up and kissed me gently on the lips. I embraced him, pulling him against me, hungry for his mouth.
We kissed like that on the picnic blanket in the middle of the meadow. It was like a dream how my body felt, like a dream how Trip could make me feel.
We stayed like that, our bodies pressed close, breathing deeply, the horses tethered nearby. It wasn’t a dream at all. It was real, so real, and I could hardly believe it was me.
28
Trip
I grunted as I threw the newspaper down on the table.
It was typical tabloid crap, and I shouldn’t have been surprised by it. Frankly, I was expecting them to have something to say about Bryce, and I was a little surprised they had waited so long.
The headline read, “With Unrest in Stehen, King Flirts with American Harlot.”
It was a little more elegant in Starklandian, but that was the gist of it.
I didn’t know who had leaked the details of our time together, but I had a media whore in my retinue. It was probably a servant desperate to make some extra money; I was going to have to find out who, fire him or her, and give everyone else a raise.
Part of me wished I still had control of the media. In other countries, the dictator or the ruler had total control over the media, and the media reported only the approved messages. Starkland was like that a long time ago, but the monarchy decided to create a free press around the turn of the century. We weren’t really savages after all. My people had freedom.
This was going to be a PR nightmare. I could already see Lynette’s head spinning around and around, fire shooting from her eyes. The thought made me smile.
Sighing, I got up and opened my door. The servant stationed outside my door perked up instantly. “Get Maximillian,” I told him.
He bowed and disappeared. The servant system was pretty good, but not nearly as reliable as the intercoms in the castle. I was going to have to upgrade the estate house, and soon. This just wouldn’t fucking do.
I sipped my coffee, letting my mind wander back to Bryce. I wished I could see her more, but after we rode back when the picnic was finished, I was forced back into another useless string of meetings that kept me tied up all night.
At least I was told that she spent some quality time with her father. I wanted to go see her, but I knew I had other priorities, as much as I wanted to blow them off for Bryce.