Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

His stare became hungry and dark. I was nose-level to his rod of a shaft. I’d dreamed about this moment. Fantasized about giving him this kind of satisfaction. How he would look at me when I took him in my mouth. How he would sound. How his body would react to my control. I was going to give him the best blow job of his life. At least I was going to try to.

His hand reached for the back of my head. My lips parted. He let me take a second to taste the tip of saltiness, swirling it in my mouth. But it was only a second before his need for me, took over. He thrust between my lips with sudden intensity and I sucked hard against his cock, tilting my head to take him all in at once.

In and out, his silky skin slid creating delicious friction. My hands pressed and tugged at his balls, forcing him to growl and hiss. He jerked violently forward and I smiled. His hips rocked with forceful rhythm.

“Fuck, Alexa. Fuck.”

His fingers laced through my hair, pressing himself deep in my throat when I felt him clench and convulse in my mouth. I tried not to gag as the cum filled my throat and made its way to my stomach. I sucked again.

He pulled out as his back slammed against the wall.

“Oh shit. Shit.” He huffed, trying to catch his breath.

I licked my lips. “Was that ok?”

“I’m not staying any longer.” He eyed me seriously.

I pressed my cheek to his chest. I could hear his heart firing rapidly.

“I know. I just wanted you to have something to remember.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I think I’ll fucking remember.”

***

Helena sat next to me on the fluffy hotel bed. We had ordered an entire tray of room service desserts. We were both exhausted from our shopping excursion. Half of the silver trays had been picked through.

As promised, we had posted pictures and videos as we made our way through DC. I posed with fans and signed a few autographs. I’d managed to find a few things I thought Luke would like too. Helena bought them for me, explaining to the cashiers that her brothers loved sunglasses and vintage T-shirts.

My boots r

ested in the corner of the closet. I didn’t think I would ever look at them the same way again after I had seen them bounce over Luke’s bulging shoulders. I hadn’t decided, but his shoulders might be my favorite part of his body. They were strong and wide. I loved running my fingers over them, feeling the contact of his rigid muscles underneath my touch. I sighed.

“What is it?” Helena stabbed the double espresso chocolate cake with a fork.

I smiled. “Nothing.”

“You have it so, so bad.”

“I do. I really do. And I’m not sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be. I’m glad you’re doing something for yourself.”

I opened another lid and attacked a raspberry torte. “I run a multi-million-dollar company. I have a new athletic line that I’m getting ready to launch. My footwear brand is doing almost twice the numbers that were projected. I’ve been nominated for every possible CYA category I could.” I took a bite. “If I can do all that. I can be with Luke.”

I don’t know when I had traveled so far into the shadows that I had forgotten who I was. It took determination and unrelenting drive to make it to the top. I was the girl who had worked her ass off to get there. Jake had somehow pushed me out of the way of my own success. I had to own that. I let him do that to me. I stepped to the side while he started to take possession of what were my victories. That wasn’t going to happen anymore.

“Hell yeah, you can.” Helena grinned.

We both jumped when my phone buzzed.

“Is it Jake or Luke?” she asked.

My lovesick grin gave it away.

“Ok, I’m going back to my room so you can talk to him, but I’m taking the rest of this cake.” She plucked the platter from the cart and walked out.

I touched the video button to see Luke’s face.