A Player for A Princess

In one swift drop, I’m inside her, wrapped in the clenching warmth of her body.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, moving my hands to her ass so I can hold her, grind her against my pelvis.

“Cal!” she moans, moving her hips around, accommodating my size filling her, stretching her.

She’s clenching and wet and the only place I want to be. Holding back is about to kill me. “Okay?” I groan against her cheek, my eyes closed as I focus.

“Fuck me, Cal,” she begs, and it’s all I need to hear.

I let loose, pounding and grasping. Her thighs squeeze my waist, and I feel the slight pinch of her nails cutting into the skin of my shoulders.

“Oh, god… Oh!” She cries as her orgasm starts to rise. I feel her inner muscles tight around me as she grinds her clit against my shaft. “Right there!” she says.

My fingers bite into her soft ass, moving her faster over me until she’s bucking and coming, crying out and straining. My brow lines and I let go as well, pulsing deep into her, filling her, leaving this planet momentarily as we shoot through the stars together in a blaze of orgasm.

Knees bent, I grip her harder, holding on as we drift down together. My heart beats wildly in my chest, but I’m anchored to this place by her luscious body. A bead of sweat rolls down my cheek, and I feel her lick it away. She kisses my jaw then touches her tongue to the side of my neck just before she gives me a little bite, drawing another pulse from me deep inside her.

“Fucking amazing,” I manage, and she makes a noise like a purr.

Slim hands move to my cheeks, and she holds my eyes. “I love you, MacCallum Lockwood Tate,” she says, and my grip on resistance falters.

5

Simplicity

Zelda

Light streams through the cheap plastic blinds, and Cal’s arm is draped across my waist. I blink at the ceiling, dying just a little and loving every second of his body against mine.

“What have I done?” I whisper.

He breathes and moves, turning onto his side. His hair is messy bedhead, and that irresistible dimple appears briefly at the corner of his mouth. Every time he almost smiles, he stops himself, and my chest squeezes.

He’s still angry.

He has every right to be angry.

“This is possibly the shittiest bed I’ve ever slept in, and I spent six months in the desert with our military.”

“Spoiled,” I say, sitting up. “This is hardly the worst place I’ve stayed. It’s not even in the Top 10.”

“Those days are behind you.”

He places his warm palm against my bare back as I hug my bent knees against my breasts. My chest aches, and my body is sore like it always is after a night with Cal. We didn’t just make love against the wall. We moved to the bed and did it several more times. Rough, angry, makeup sex. Only, I’m not sure we’re entirely “made up” yet, even though I told him I loved him so many times. An involuntary wince, causes me to cover my eyes with my hands. What have I done?

“Did those other, better places leave scuff marks on your skin?” he says.

“What?” I look over my shoulder and telltale red abrasions cover my upper back. “That’s never happened before.”

Our eyes meet briefly before I look away again.

“I suppose that’s some distinction. I’m the first lover to fuck you senseless against a cheap motel wall.” Those wo

rds from him make my stomach flip. Damn irresistible MacCallum Lockwood Tate.

“It might surprise you to know I’ve had very few lovers before you.” I run my fingers over my face, suddenly conscious of crusty eyes and morning breath. “I’ve intentionally avoided such things.”

He sits up, and I hear him rubbing his hands over his face behind me. “Time to go. Collect your things. Logan is waiting for us with a car.”