Kiss the Girl (Naughty Princess Club 3)

“Tell me I’m better than Magic Mike,” he suddenly whispers.

I let out a little whimper when his teeth stop grazing over the skin of my neck and try to pull his head back down, but he won’t let me move him.

“Pshaw, you didn’t even shake your ass for me,” I mutter, my voice coming out all shaking and fucking needy.

“Are you turned on? Full of anticipation?” he asks quietly, teasing me with a gentle kiss right over that damn spot on my neck.

“I can neither confirm nor deny those rumors,” I reply, this sexual buildup starting to mess with my fucking head.

“If I slide my hand inside those tiny, sexy-as-hell shorts of yours, would you be wet for me, Ariel?”

Jesus fuck, slide your hand in there. Slide your hand in there right now and say my name again!

“Eh, I wouldn’t go that far.”

I’m so wet right now I might need to wring these shorts out and take another fucking shower.

He chuckles against the side of my neck and I’m seriously tempted to bring my leg that isn’t wrapped around his thigh between his legs and knee him in the balls.

“Just admit it: I’m pretty good at this anticipation and foreplay thing,” he says, giving me that delicious teeth-graze thing again.

“FINE! You’re good at it, oh my God! Can you stop being a cock tease right now?”

Before I can even blink, his hands are sliding under my ass, and he quickly scoops me up from the chair. As he holds me against him, he turns us around and takes my spot on the chair until I’m sitting on his lap, straddling his thighs.

With his hands still on my ass, he squeezes it tightly, bringing my body forward and sliding me right over what I can absolutely confirm are not bits inside his pants. He’s huge, and hard, and resting right between my thighs, and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself from thrusting my hips and grinding myself against him.

It’s Eric’s turn to let out a moan as he looks up into my eyes.

“It’s your turn, princess. Take what you want.”

Chapter 14: Ball Licker

“It’s your turn, princess. Take what you want.”

Eric’s quiet, muttered words as he looks up at me turn me into one giant ball of need. All of a sudden, he takes one hand off my ass and leans as far sideways as he can, grabbing his phone from the side table.

“Now really isn’t the time to be making a phone call,” I complain, the frustration evident in the tightness of my voice.

Everything between my legs is throbbing from sitting here, feeling his hardness against me, and not moving. I want to move. I need to move. But he’s fucking playing Candy Crush on his phone or some shit.

“Just putting on some more music so you can show me how this is done,” he tells me.

I realize that at some point during his neck biting that the music shut off and the boat is completely silent aside from the sound, coming through the open windows, of gentle waves lapping against the side. Eric taps the screen of his phone, tosses it to the carpet, and wraps his arms around me. One arm stays securely around my waist, and then he flattens the palm of his other hand, sliding it up my spine and against the back of my neck until he’s clutching my hair in his fist.

The slow, erotic beat of “My Superman” by Santigold starts pumping through the sound system, and I swear to God I feel the bass from the song thumping between my legs. Eric jerks himself against me, and I realize it’s not the bass I’m feeling, but his glorious, hard cock, bumping right up against my clit through both of our clothes. I am so worked up after him standing above me with his mouth against my neck that I have a feeling what’s about to happen isn’t going to take very long. I might just make it into the Guinness book of world records for fastest orgasm in history.

“Move, baby. Show me how this whole lap-dance thing works.”

I’ve always hated it when someone calls me baby. It sounds childish and weird. But coming from Eric’s mouth, his voice just as strained as mine was when I was bitching about him playing with his phone, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I can feel my wetness in my shorts, and I want more.

“Like you’ve never had a lap dance before,” I mutter, gripping his shoulders and swiveling my hips, causing both of us to let out low moans.

“Not from you. I have a feeling there will be no coming back from this.”

He tightens his fist in my hair, making my head tip back just enough for him to lean forward in the chair and bite down on the side of my neck. That fucking nerve connected right to my pussy explodes and my body jerks. I immediately start rubbing myself up and down the length of him, trying to move to the beat of the music as I grind myself on his cock.