Dulce

His fingers thrust in and out of me as his thumb on his free hand starts circling my clit.

“Oh, you really should know better than to challenge someone like me.”

I pause for a minute, knowing I’ve heard that before. But my train of thought is broken when a third finger is pushed inside me too.

This time the stretch burns a little, making me wince.

“Ah, not so cocky now, huh?”

“It’s not that. I was just thinking that you seem upset about the whole not-being-great-at-oral thing. Don’t sweat it. I know guys can be weird if they aren’t labeled the cunnilingus champions, but I’d give you ten out of ten for effort. Hey, perhaps you could ask your brother for pointers.”

And that’s the breaking point.

He moves quickly, I’ll give him that. In another life, with a different attitude, he’d be awesome as a bodyguard or something like that. Right now, he’s just a spoiled rich kid trying to fuck me over the table to prove his power over me.

He fumbles with his belt and zipper as he holds me in place. He’s determined, though.

I could fight him. A foot in the face is never a fun experience, even if said foot is bare. Knocking a few teeth out wouldn’t make him very happy, but it would sure as shit make me smile. But I can’t afford to make more enemies than friends. Friends talk. Enemies guard their truths like a virgin princess guards her crown jewels. And yes, that is a euphemism.

His cockhead presses against me a second before he thrusts inside.

“If I’d known the way to shut you up would be to shove my cock inside you, I’d have done it when we met.”

“Dropped the ball there, did you? I mean, didn’t you ever wonder why I’ve been dicking all the others, but I didn’t dick you? Rumors say you’re a member of the itty-bitty dicky committee.”

I pinch my fingers together, then widen them to show a centimeter gap.

“First of all, that’s not how the saying goes. And second of all, I call bullshit. Nobody has ever complained about the size of my dick.”

He thrusts into me harder, as if trying to prove a point. He needn’t bother. There is nothing wrong with the meat sword he’s packing or the way he wields it. I’m just trying to get under his skin the way he does mine.

“I bet they don’t. Girls here know it’s easier to just go with the flow than to swim against the current. Let me guess, they throw in a couple of, Oh gods, a hmm,you’re so big, and maybe even a yes, Daddy or two, and you think you’re the second coming. No pun intended.”

I can’t tell from the look on his face if he wants to fuck me so hard the table breaks or if he wants to strangle me. Maybe both.

“You talk a big talk there, little girl. I almost fell for it, but I see and feel your body doesn’t lie. Your stiff little nipples are just begging me to suck on them. Your slippery little clit wants me to lick and nibble on it. And don’t even get me started on your needy cunt. It’s threatening to snap my dick in half. And fuck me, I didn’t even know bitches could get this wet. It’s like a tsunami down here. When I come, I’m going to add to it. I’m going to shoot so much cum inside you, it will be running down your legs for days.”

I jolt at his words, knowing he needs a condom on. He has had a lot of sexual partners since I’ve been here, if the rumors are to be believed.

“Condom,” I choke out.

“You think I’d give you something, Everly? Now that’s not nice. I tell you what I could give you, a baby. Wouldn’t that make you happy? I could give you an out. A reason to move on with your life and get away from here.”

“You’re fucked in the head. Get off me, asshole. You want to know how many people I’ve slept with lately? Let’s be honest, you sticking your bare cock into me might seem funny to you when you’re trying to scare me, but you’re too stupid to remember you are not the only man I’ve been having sex with.”

He glares at me as if the thought never occurred to him, which makes me freeze.

That can’t be true. He said he knew what happened between me and his brother. Unless he was talking about something else.

Fuck.

He yanks his cock out of me, and I sigh in relief. I like sex as much as the next girl, but this has to be up there with one of the weirdest experiences of my life. The worst part will be walking away unsatisfied when my body is on fire, demanding release.

I slide off the table and turn, but hands on my hips stop me from going any farther. Abruptly, he shoves me, so my top half is bent over the table, and then he’s back inside me, this time with a condom on.

He slaps my ass as he thunders into me, his anger winning out. But just like me, his need to come is greater than his need to walk away and save face.

I guess we are all slaves to our emotions and needs sometimes.

My hips dig into the table hard enough that I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow, yet I can’t find it in me to care.

There is nothing soft and gentle about this. No soft words. No light touches. This is broken-savage fucking at its finest, and it’s exactly what I need to clear my head.

“Harder.”

“You want me to make it hard, Everly? You’ve been a bad girl, teasing me and every other man in this place.”

He slaps my ass hard. Once, twice, three times. My ass stings as heat moves over me, his fingers moving to dig into my hips as he thrusts into me hard and comes.

His roar of release, the way he shudders inside me, triggers my orgasm. My scream is not as loud as his, but my orgasm is just as intense.

We both pause where we are, him pressed over me, me spread over the table like an offering to the god he is.

I wait to see how he plays it now. Hot or cold are the only two emotions he seems to have, and at times I’m not sure even he knows which way he’s going to go with it.

He lifts off me, pulls out, and zips himself up before moving to help me stand. Turning me to face him, he slides a thumb over my cheek in a surprisingly gentle move.

“Be careful of my brother. He’s more than he appears to be.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before pulling away.

“What does that mean?” I call after him, confused about the unusual softness he’s showing me.

When he looks at me over his shoulder, his usually cool aloofness is back in pace.

“It means exactly what I said. You see a cocky, arrogant student without a care in the world, but don’t forget that he’s also the heir to a throne.”

“If he’s the heir, then what does that make you?”

“The spare.” He shrugs before leaving me sexually satisfied and mentally confused.