Royal Bastard (Instantly Royal 1)
“Not yet, Lemons. I want to get my fill of you, tasting every inch of your skin, sinking my tongue between your thighs, and making you come all over my lips before I even sink my dick inside your tight pussy.” All of that. That’s what he wanted. “How about I just switch sides for right now.”
This time he went slow, so slow his hands nearly shook, lowering the strap holding up the other side of her tank top. There was something illicit about seeing the prim and proper Lady Lemons undone like this, moaning on his bed and rubbing herself against him as he rolled and pulled her nipples with just the right amount of tension to elicit little moans of pleasure from her. Her fingernails dug into his ass, and she hooked her legs around the back of his thighs, holding him hard against her as if there was any other place he wanted to be.
Swirling his tongue around her extended nipple, he pressed his cock against her damp center. Fuck. This was going to kill him. He’d come in his shorts if he didn’t give his aching cock a time-out. While coming with Brooke would be good, coming inside her and feeling her tighten around him would be so much better. So he untangled himself from the sweet tangle of her legs and slid lower down her body, taking the tank top with him and sliding it over her hips along with her shorts. After flinging the scraps of material off the bed, he sat back on his heels and looked at the woman spread out before him.
“God, you’re beautiful. I could look at you all night.”
She glided her hand over her body, over her full tits, down her flat stomach, and through the tight blond curls between her thighs. The house could explode around them and he wouldn’t have been able to look away from her at this moment—something her knowing chuckle acknowledged. It took some effort, but he tore his gaze away from her pussy and back to her face.
“Please tell me that looking is not what you do in America in these situations, or I will have to file a complaint with the United Nations.” She brought up her hand from her core at that moment and sucked the moisture from her fingers.
“You’ve got a tart mouth, Lady Lemons.” And his was dry at the moment. There was only so much a man could take watching this little performance of hers.
She rolled up into a sitting position, her fingers finding the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. “You could always give me something else to taste.”
“Believe me, I plan on it.” Right now, in fact.
He turned her onto her side, then pivoted his body to join her so that they lay side by side in the perfect position to put his mouth near her slick core. God, he could see it glistening, her desire darkening the honey curls.
“Prop your leg up for me,” he said, barely recognizing his own voice in the words of a man skating the edge of desperation.
She did, bending her top leg at the knee and leaving her foot planted on the mattress to give him full access. At the same time, she wrapped a hand around his straining cock and swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. His whole body clenched.
“Brooke.” Her name tore out of his mouth like a curse and a prayer.
Her only answer was a “hmm” as she swallowed him deeper into her hot mouth. It was enough to make his eyes glaze over. Okay. This position hadn’t been his best idea if the idea was to slow things down, but he wasn’t going back now. Especially not when she did that thing with her tongue again. He just needed to up his game, making her lose her composure.
Following his fingers, he dipped his head between her legs and traced his tongue down her center, relishing her responsive moan against his dick. It wasn’t enough, though. He wanted to feel her come with her lips tight around his swollen head. He spread her wide open with his fingers and devoted every bit of his fractured concentration to making her break apart. Licking, sucking, teasing, sliding one and then two fingers deep inside her, he drove her higher and higher until her thighs were quaking.
“Nick,” she panted, the head of his dick against her bottom lip. “Don’t stop.”
He wasn’t planning on it, not when he had her so close, all she could do was lose herself in the feeling of it all. The angle of their position didn’t allow him the luxury of watching her face as she moved higher and higher; instead he had to judge her reaction by the pitch of her moans and the shiver of her thighs. When her core muscles gripped his fingers in a rhythmic pulse that built with every stroke in and out, he tore his mouth away from her clit long enough for one demand.
“Suck me.”
She did, taking him in as deep as she could just as her core squeezed his fingers tight as she came, her entire body arching against him. Her moan of pleasure reverberated against his cock, making his balls tug up close to his body. It was exquisite torture, beating any imaginings he’d had late at night while he’d cupped his own balls and stroked himself to the breaking point as she lay in her bed on the other side of that connecting door.
“Oh my God,” she said, rolling onto her back, her breathing erratic. “That was just what I needed.”
Tugging her limp frame around until she was face-to-face with him, unable to resist the temptation of her parted lips, he lowered his mouth to hers.
“Glad I could be of service,” he said between long, leisurely kisses.
“Oh, you’re not done.” Her fingertips skated down his body.
Just the anticipation of where that hand was going had his balls aching. “I’m not?”
Her hand wrapped around his hard length. “I have condoms.”
The woman might be tense and bossy and stubborn as a pissed-off mule, but when she let loose, there was no holding her back, and he fucking loved it.
“Hope you have enough of them.” Nick rolled her hard nipple to a stiff peak. “I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock again and again.”
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Keeping her mouth busy exploring the line of his jaw as they lay side by side facing each other, Brooke deliberately stroked her hand up and down his hot length, turning his words into a desperate groan that had her doing it again—only even slower. What could she say? There was just something about being in control of giving that kind of pleasure that turned her on. Leaning forward, she trailed kisses across his broad chest, dipping down from the top of his pecs to his flat nipples. The temptation to continue her way south made her mouth dry, but that’s not what she wanted. Not right now.
“Get on your back.”