Arrogant Brit

“Good,” I whispered, rolling my fist over his bulbous head. “Because I think I love doing it. Knowing that I can drive you crazy with my touch…”

I sank back down his chest, licking beneath the crown of his rock-hard erection as I continued beating him off. Dalton shifted slightly beneath me, as if he were going to take control again, but I parted my lips around the red helmet tantalizingly.

“Nuh,uh, uhhh” I teased him, just hovering my lips on his blood-engorged head. “I’m in control now. You just sit back, relax, and let me take care of things…”

Dalton glanced down at me, his eyes filled with animalistic lust, but he did as he was told. He lowered his head back down to the pillows, his hands down on either side.

With that, I slid my fingers out of the way and descended down his cock.

I knew that he was huge, but I wasn’t prepared for just how much of him I was trying to fit into my mouth. I could barely manage half of his generous size, and that was only by pushing myself…

But I was determined to please him.

My head began to bob up and down his erect weapon. As my enthusiasm and passion began to take hold, I steadied myself against his body by pushing down against his thighs with my palms.

Dalton’s hands drifted downward, but instead of controlling the tempo of my mouth on his cock, or trying to force me to suck more of him inside, he graciously held my hair out of my way.

“Oh god, Clara,” I heard his husky, English accent murmur out. “That feel so bloody good…”

His reaction only prompted me further. I grew more tenacious with the motions, pushing myself to take more of him inside, speeding it up. After a moment, I relinquished his saliva-slicken cock from my mouth, rolling my fist down it again as I licked the underside.

Teasing him with my tongue, I was eager to get him towards his limit. I could feel his body begin to move around beneath me; his hips shifted in position, his chest rose and dropped in faster intervals, and his great, broad form began to subtly squirm under the pressure of my passion.

“That’s right,” I murmured, kissing his helmet as I stroked him. “Come for me, baby. I know you want to.”

Dalton looked down at me again, but his eyes were glazed with unadulterated pleasure. With another few, swift groans, his hands quickly dove for my head. He pushed my lips down around his cock as he thrust up several times, careful to not hurt me, but eager for satisfaction…

As his body trembled and his thick cock twitched between my lips, I felt his hot release burst into my mouth. In several steady, hot ropes, his salty come glazed my tongue, and I swallowed down his load while he groaned heartily, draining his balls inside my mouth.

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand as I pulled back, grinning slyly down at him.

“Where did that come from?” Dalton murmured, stretching his arms and holding onto his head briefly.

“I told you I missed you,” I chuckled, sliding into place beside his broad, powerful chest. His arm naturally slid around me and kept me close.

“Yes, I can see that,” he smirked.

The stresses of our school day came upon us, and soon we fell into a nap together. I dreamt peacefully of a life where I didn’t have to worry about money, or schoolwork, or my parents, or anything else of the sort.

When I awoke, Dalton was facing away, staring into space. I watched him for a few minutes before he finally glanced back down and noticed that I wasn’t asleep anymore.

“I’ve been thinking,” he mentioned.

“Oh yeah? What about?”

After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke. “If you’re ready, I’m about to tell you about that topic that came up before, which I wasn’t too comfortable in divulging… the topic of my wealthy relatives.”

“Only if you want to,” I nodded.

Dalton smirked. “You might not actually know this, but my grandparents are fookin’ loaded,” he explained, subtly letting his accent come out. “We’re not talking just a couple of million dollars. My grandparents have an astronomical wealth that makes my head spin.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

Dalton nodded, his eyes cutting back to meet my gaze. “Extending back generations through English history, we were the Windsor-Carlyle family. For hundreds of years, we were one of the most distinguished families in the country. We had a place at the court, lordships, ladyships…”

I listened intently, hanging on every crisp, fascinating word on his introspective breath.

“But that ended with my ancestor, Lord Abner Villas Carlyle. At the height of Windsor-Carlyle decadence, he offended Her Majesty. You see, he had quite the flame for her darling daughter, the upcoming Crown Princess… enough so that he was caught in her bedchamber, his face between her thighs.”

I breathed in sharply. “Oof. That must have been quite the scandal.”

Dalton smiled. “Understatement of the year there, love. It didn’t help that Abner was a truly heinous and self-serving man. It wasn’t the first time he dragged the good family name through the mud, not by a long shot. But I like to think that he did love the Princess… either way, he was vilified by the Crown, and banished from English shores.”

I tried to imagine what that must have been like. Risking your place among nobility, your reputation, for the sweetest, most forbidden prize… surrounded by thorns. One wrong move, and you’re pricked.

Was what we were doing any different?

“Once Abner was sent across the English Channel to live the rest of his life in disgrace, three things happened.

“The first was that his only sibling, his younger brother Reginald, was made the immediate patriarch and representative of the family. Reginald was a quiet and meek man, used to the comfort of his brother’s shadow. Thrust into the light, he had to ensure that this sort of scandal and disgrace would never undermine us ever again.

“The second was that the Windsor-Carlyle family was dropped from the court. Permanently disgraced by the King and Queen, we lost our chair in the court until our bloodline proved itself worthy of nobility once more.

“Finally, we were given the ultimate punishment for the former Lord Abner’s transgression – we lost our claim to the Windsor title. Clipped from the tree, so to speak. To appease the Crown, our name was split back in twain, and we were henceforth simply the Carlyle clan. For a prestigious family dating back to the very roots of Anglo-Saxon history, this was the ultimate insult… and a vicious punishment.”

“That’s why your grandparents are so fixated on maintaining the sanctity of the family name,” I realized. “They want their place back at the top of English society?”

Dalton smirked bitterly. “They’re obsessed – particularly my grandfather, Raleigh. They believe it to be their birthright. I don’t know why it even matters to them anymore. The British Empire is gone. The sun has set on our grip over the world. What’s the point anymore? They already have the money and the luxuries… but that’s never been enough to them.”

I could sympathize a little.

In the broadest sense of the thought, my banquet serving gave me some common ground with his grandparents. Although fancy balls and events indisputably paled in comparison to the royal court, I knew what it was like to be that close to the glitz and the glamor, but doomed to always sulk in the shadows.

We saw that world, interacted with it, but knew that we’d never really be a part of it.

Dalton shook his head, clearing his thoughts. “Anyway. Now you know about the minor kink in my family’s history.”

“But why don’t they like your dad?” I asked. “I mean, he’s their only child, right? Why are they so estranged from him? From you?”

“Father isn’t their only child. He just so happens to be the surviving child.”

That, I wasn’t expecting.

“You had an uncle?”

“An aunt,” Dalton corrected me, a faint smile on his lips. “Auntie Gloria died when I was very young, but I sti

ll remember her smile, and the faint scent of lavender in her perfume…”

“What happened?”

Dalton’s eyes hardened.

“If you, I mean, don’t mind me asking…” I realized with some shame that I’d probably jerked him away from some pleasant memories of her.

“Car accident,” he answered bitterly. “A drunk driver rammed her car in the driver’s side. There wasn’t anything the paramedics could do to save her. Pronounced dead at the scene.”

“Oh god,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, well… she was their favorite, you know? Gloria was not only the firstborn, but she was the doting, loving daughter who lived up to their high expectations. She was brilliant, polite, very well spoken, and fell in line with their demands.”