The Royals Next Door

His hands trail up to my shoulders, slipping the spaghetti straps off, and he places hot and impatient kisses along my shoulders, nipping across my collarbone.

I’m impatient too. I reach between my legs for his cock, wrapping my fingers around it and giving it another hard squeeze.

“Piper,” he ekes out against my skin, pulling down the neckline of my dress.

I love the way he says my name. Like it’s a way to hold me to him, as if I’m something magical and unreal and ready to float away.

His lips and tongue make a path down my chest until my breast pops free, my nipple immediately hardening. He takes it in his mouth, a sharp, wet suck that causes my body to shake and burn, as if pure fire has been poured into my veins.

“Harrison,” I hiss. Now I’m saying his name in the same way.

As his mouth works at me, the pleasure radiating outward from his fervent lips and teasing tongue, my neck arches back, eyes to the ceiling.

“Are you protected?” he asks, his mouth pulling away, wet and slick.

“I have an IUD, if that’s what you mean,” I tell him, catching my breath. “And I’m clean. It’s been . . . a really long time.” Like . . . I hate to admit it, but the last person I slept with was Joey.

I quickly shove that awful image out of my head.

“Same for me,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “And also a long time. Ridiculously long.” He swallows, giving me a hint of a smile. “I apologize in advance if I’m unable to hold back for long. I will still make it worth your while.”

And at that he moves back and dips his head between my legs.

Oh wow. Oh, Harrison.

This is happening.

I tense up from the feeling of his rough stubble scraping against the tender skin of my inner thighs, my fingers curling over the edge of the dryer.

My legs part, and then the long sweep of his tongue glides over me where I’m already wet and willing. Nerves leap at the contact, and I instinctively press my thighs around his head.

He moans into me, causing me to gasp, my back arching.

Holy shit.

I try to relax into him, his tongue wide and hot as he licks at me, soft and hard all at once, and my heartbeat feels like it might just break through my rib cage. I start to lose my train of thought, forgetting where we are, forgetting everything except us. Only we exist here.

“Fuck,” I cry out as he swirls around my clit, one of my hands shooting to his head, tugging on his hair. I’m trying to bring him closer, because even as I feel the pressure building and swirling inside me and I’m close to coming already, it’s like he can’t get close enough. I want so much more of him and more than this. I want him inside me.

“Harrison,” I try to say, my words coming out heavy and hoarse. I tug at his hair again, but he’s a man on a mission. Who am I to get in his way?

So I let him bring me to the edge. I let myself fall over.

There’s the free fall, and then my orgasm comes up like a rocket ship, blasting through me and into deep space until I don’t know my name anymore. I moan loudly, my body quaking, my thighs squeezing around Harrison’s face until I slowly come back down to earth.

Dear Lord . . . that was . . .

I can barely think, barely talk.

And Harrison doesn’t leave me any time to catch my breath.

He grabs me by the back of my head, pulling my face toward his, his lips crushing mine. I taste myself on his tongue, mixed with the sweat from his exertion in this now hot room, and I open myself to a kiss that seems to turn me inside out, a kiss that makes my soul ache.

I place my fingers at the back of his neck and pull back just enough, our mouths wet and open, our breath heavy in unison. He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes searching my eyes. There’s a flash of worry in them, the way he’s frowning.

I think he thinks I’m about to tell him to stop.

I’m about to tell him the opposite.

“Come inside me,” I whisper.

He stares at me in faint surprise.

It lasts just a moment before a raw, primal heat makes his eyes simmer with lust.

And then he’s kissing me again. I’m lost to him, and we’re wild, messy, lips and teeth and tongues that grow more ravenous by the second. He reaches down between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance, and I grip his strong shoulders just as he pushes himself inside.

I gasp loudly, my body in shock. As I said, it has been a long time since I was with someone, and that someone was definitely not built like Harrison.