Shattered Prince

“I know. I wish he would though.” She glanced over as he walked back and sat down. She kissed his shoulder and he hugged her close.

I flagged down Jules and gestured for her to come follow me. She frowned but I waved again and walked into the back. I went down the short hall and stepped into the back office. It was a tight room, not much more than a couple desks, a filing cabinet, and a few closed-circuit TV monitors that displayed the outside and the inside of the building.

Jules came in a moment later.

“Close the door,” I said.

She shut it and crossed her arms. “What’s this?”

I leaned back against the desk. “Your leg.”

Her hand strayed down to it almost as if she couldn’t stop herself. “What about it?”

“You’re in pain.”

“I’m fine. I’m handling it.”

“Bullshit. Jules, if our arrangement’s going to work, you have to tell me what you’re feeling.”

She hesitated, but shrugged. “Okay, it hurts. Give me a pill.”

I grinned at her. “No fucking way.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So you pulled me in here to get me to admit that I was in pain so you could refuse to give me the one thing that would help?”

“Close, but your premise is flawed.” I stood and walked toward her.

“What are you doing?”

I pulled her away from the door, turned her around, and pushed her back against the desk. It rattled as it hit the wall and some papers spilled to the floor. I lifted her up and sat her down on top and she sucked in a shocked breath, her lips parting. She looked like fucking heaven in that low-cut top she wore to get better tips and the tight jean shorts that barely covered her plump, tan ass. My cock was twitching like mad and all I wanted was to take her, here and now. To feel her tight cunt stroking my shaft.

But this was about her, not me.

“There might be other ways to take your pain away.”

“Carmine—”

I spread her legs roughly and unbuttoned her jean shorts.

“The human body is an amazing thing,” I said softly and kissed her neck. I slid her shorts off and she lifted her ass to let me peel them down. They hit the floor with a soft thud. “Endorphins are incredible. But they’re not easy to make.”

“Carmine,” she whispered.

I kissed her lips and her neck. I loved this so much. My cock was hard and straining against my jeans and my heart was like a hammer. I loved making her moan. I loved making her soaking wet. I pulled her long, thick, dark hair and teased her throat with my teeth.

“The pills work, but there are natural remedies. Maybe one you haven’t tried before.” My hand slid down her panties. They were black, and soaked. I teased her lips apart and rolled my fingers around her clit.

“You want to get me off every time my leg hurts? You’re going to spend more time on your knees than you will on your feet.”

“Good. I’ll live a happy life, sucking your clit until you scream.”

She gasped when I dropped down and pushed her panties aside. I licked her top to bottom and nibbled on her clit before sliding my fingers deep inside.

“You’re crazy,” she said, biting her lip hard, trying not to moan.

“Not crazy,” I said, stroking my fingers in and out before licking her again. “Only trying to do what’s best for you.”

“Give me pills then.”

“If this doesn’t work, I’ll let you have one. But first, we do it my way.”

“Fuck,” she whispered and grabbed my hair. “You can be very persuasive.”

I licked her faster and faster, sucking and teasing, my fingers sliding in and out, my tongue and mouth doing their dirty work. I listened to her breathing and her body, and I gave her what she wanted, what made her moan, what made her back arch, her toes curl. She came in a flood, and I licked her up, lapped her clean, and left her leaning back on her elbows, breathing hard.

I admired her body. I loved her breasts and long, lean legs. I gently massaged her injured thigh as she struggled to sit up.

“I think it might’ve actually worked,” she said, blinking rapidly.

“Good girl.” I kissed her.

“Hand me those shorts.” She hopped down and pulled them back on. I watched the whole time, admiring her ass and hip. When she was dressed and put back together, she stretched a little. “Still hurts. But not as bad.”

“Let’s see how long that lasts.”

She chewed on her cheek. “You can’t keep going down on me all the time, you know.”

“I think I can,” I said, grinning. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“I’m serious, Carmine. You’ll need to give me some pills sooner or later.”

“And I will. But let me have my fun.”

She grinned. “All right, fine.”