The Prince and I

by R. S. Lively

  He’s right. I nod, taking in my surroundings. An old barn, musky air, itchy straw, hard ground, but none of it matters because I have the perfect man. All the abnormal about the situation fades, and the only thing left is him. His smell, his taste, his body. My heart yearns, beating erratically as I wrap my arms around his strong back, digging my fingers into his muscles like talons. I’m holding on for dear life.

  His hand disappears between his legs, grabbing ahold of his cock, and the thick crown probes my entrance. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  “Yes, I’ve been waiting for you, Luca.”

  He takes my lips in a ravenous kiss, taking my mind off the promised pain. I gasp, unable to kiss him back when he thrusts forward, hard and fast, ripping through the barrier keeping him from being fully seated inside me.

  “Oh, fuck. You feel so good. So tight, so wet. So, mine.” Once he is all the way inside me, he doesn’t move, letting me get accustomed to the massive intrusion. “Are you okay?”

  My eyes are squeezed shut as I try to breathe through the pain. It stings, but it isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. “I’m fine. Just give me a second.”

  “Take all the time you need, my sweet one,” He kisses my forehead, being patient and kind. I really lucked out in the man department.

  A few seconds, maybe minutes, pass before I unclench and relax. He groans as I release the tight grip and places his hands on my shoulders, still not moving. “Please, you can move.”

  “You’re sure?” he asks.

  “Take me, Luca!” I wrap my legs around his waist, giving a cry when he pulls out and thrusts back in.

  I scratch red lines down his back, and I cup his ass, gripping the thick meat in my palms. He grunts in response, and I do it again, pulling another groan from him. We stay like that. The only sounds in the room are the moans and breaths and slaps of skin reverberating off these old barn walls.

  “Yes, Luca. Yes! Harder,” I beg, needing more of his cock, wanting more of that thickness spearing me over and over.

  He growls as he rolls us over. He is on his back now, and I’m on top. I have no idea what to do. I’ve literally never been in this position before. I place my hands on his chest and my breasts push together.

  His hands fasten onto my hips when he sees my unsure expression. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out a sound I’ve never heard before. “You have no idea how fucking how you look right now, and the fact you have no idea what to do—I’m barely holding on. I could come inside you right now,” he admits, digging his fingers into my hips so hard I know it will bruise.

  He rocks me back and pulls me forward, and my mouth drops in a silent moan when his cock pushes against a spot inside me that makes another powerful orgasm rock through my body. I shout to the heavens and scratch down his pecs, loving the feeling coming over me.

  “So responsive,” he says, pushing me back again.

  I follow his rhythm and start to move on my own. It feels unreal to be on top of the man I’ve adored for months. My hands go to my breasts, squeezing them for another form of relief. I ache everywhere. I speed my hips up, rocking faster, taking more of his length. A hard crack rings through the air, and a loud cry falls off my lips as my ass starts to sting.

  “Oh, maybe my sweet isn’t as sweet as I think. You like getting spanked?” he asks.

  I nod my head and feel sweat drip down between my breasts. “I want more,” I say wistfully.

  He wraps his arms around me and stands. Naturally, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he slams my back against a bale of hay. “Hold on,” he says, keeping one strong arm wrapped around me while the other holds onto the hay for leverage.

  I clutch onto his neck as he drives into me, quick and hard. “Luca, just like that. You feel so good. Your cock is so good,” I ramble as he sends me into a sexual frenzy, only increasing my appetite for him.

  He bites into my shoulder, shouting around the mouthful of flesh and muscle as he jackhammers into me. He lets go, a satisfied look flashing across his face when he sees that he has marked me in some way. As if it isn’t enough that he took my virginity and is currently ten inches deep.

  “Come with me,” he orders, never slowing down his driving force of fucking me.

  I nod, knowing my body will listen to him. I will give him whatever he wants.

  “Now, come now!” he shouts, throwing his head back and grunting his release with every thrust of his hips. He fills me with his warm seed, painting my walls, soaking me with his come.

  The feel of him pulsating inside me tips me over again for the third time. My nails break the skin of his shoulder as I rake them across one side to the other. “Luca,” I whisper as my muscles contract around his cock. “Yes!” I toss my head back, crying to the rooftops, hoping everyone hears my ecstasy. My walls milk his girth, pulling his seed further inside my body.

  I don’t worry about getting pregnant, since I’ve been on the pill for years to help regulate my period. I’m glad, too. I can’t imagine having something like a condom between us. To not feel his ridges and veins would be a travesty.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Luca

  The humidity wakes me. I blink the blurriness away, and when I open my eyes, a soft, flawless back greets me. I smile, remembering last night. We made love so many times throughout the night; my balls hurt from the release.

  I kiss her shoulder and see we are still connected. My semi-hard cock refuses to leave her. I debate if I want to pull out. I want to stay inside her beautiful body for the rest of my life and then after.

  “Your thoughts are so loud,” she mumbles, and when she stretches, it makes me slip from her swollen flesh.

  I chuckle, rubbing my knuckles down her arm. “I can’t help it. I wake up to a view like this; I can’t help but scream what I’m thinking.”

  She turns over, folding her hands under her head to create a makeshift pillow. I frown, thinking about how uncomfortable she must be. I curse myself. I took her in the barn like a damn animal. I hate myself for it. I flip over onto my back and throw my arm over my eyes. I should have treated her better, but instead, I let my hormones get the best of me, and I fucked her against every dirty surface this barn has to offer.

  “Stop it.” She rolls on top of me and grabs my face to look me in the eye.

  “Stop what?”

  Rosie kisses my nose. “You know what. I loved everything. It doesn’t matter where we had sex. It could have been in a bed, in the ocean, on top of a volcano—”

  “That’s just dangerous.”

  “You know what I mean,” she says as she smacks my chest. “I’m serious. Last night was magical for me. I don’t think it could get better for someone’s first time.” She blushes, and then groans, flopping onto her back. “My first time. I’m twenty-three and just lost my virginity. You must think I’m so lame.”

  “Hey…” I peel her hands from over her face and hold them to my lips, giving them a kiss like I always do. “Nothing is lame about it. I don’t ever want to hear you speak that way about yourself again. And you were waiting for me. I’m honored to have shared that with you. It was meant to be.” I want to say something else, something that means forever, but I don’t know if she is ready to hear that yet.

  I don’t think it needs to be said, though. I think the actions show everything. We are meant to be. There isn’t another word for it. I’ve never felt like this before with another woman. While we had sex, our bodies were so in tune with one another. She knew what I wanted; I knew what she wanted. I pushed, she pushed back. Our bodies were in sync.

  She blushes, folding her hands in her bare lap, her breasts out for the world to see, but only I can see them. “I know. It’s just…”

  “New.”

  She moves her cinnamon-colored eyes to my blue ones and smiles. “Yeah, it’s new. It feels good and different.”

  “A good different?” I raise a brow, hoping that is what she meant.

  “Amazingly differen
t! Don’t you think it is weird, though?” She props up on her elbow, and her hair fans over her shoulder, long brown strands shining like caramel in the sun peeking through the holes in the roof.

  “What?” I mimic her position, smiling when I see the curves of her body.

  She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Eyes up here.”

  I slide my hand over her hip, clicking my tongue when my fingers rub over her ass. The memory of pounding into her from the back brings my cock back to life.

  “Hey!”

  I snap out of my gaze. “What?”

  “Don’t you think it’s weird how we came together again?” She pokes my side.

  “Which time? We came a lot together.” I wiggle my brows and flip her over, settling between her legs again.

  “You are insatiable,” she replies as she giggles. “Okay, I need rest before we go at it again. I’m sore.”

  The playful smile falls off my lips, and my brows pinch with worry. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “I’m fine. Just really sore. Remember, I had ten inches rip through my virginity last night.”

  I wince when she puts it like that. “I could have been gentler with you. I’m sorry.”

  “Will you stop? It was perfect. I’m talking about the constant pounding all night long. I just need a nice, long soak in the bathtub.”

  “Anything you want, my sweet one.” My fingers rub the soft dip above her collarbone.

  She sighs. “Don’t you think it’s weird how we met? And then we end up meeting like this? What are the chances? It’s impossible.”

  “I don’t think it’s impossible,” I argue. “I think it is very much possible.”

  “How, Luca? I mean think about it.” She sits up, knees to chest, and looks out the barn doors. “We meet at a ball, masks and all. We have a wonderful night and share a perfect kiss. I run away from you, and then we never see each other again. Only in dreams and wishful thinking. And then I come here, and you’re a prince? I mean, when we met you could have led with that.”

  I sit up too, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I could have, but you didn’t tell me everything either. If either of us would have, we wouldn’t have been so keen on keeping our identities a secret. I didn’t want anyone finding out who I am because royalty in the States is never a good thing. I was going to be in and out, just a real quick meeting with your father, but then he invited me to the ball, and I thought, ‘Damn, what a great opportunity to just be.’ I never thought it would bite me in the ass though.” I stand and stretch my arms up high, bending to each side to stretch my back. Never again am I sleeping in a barn. Never.

  “What a view,” she purrs, staring at my body like she’s hungry for another taste.

  I bend over and grab my pants, slipping them back on, but I make sure to give her a show and jiggle my ass back in my trousers.

  “Tease,” she says as she gets up.

  “You bet.” I shake her a wink.

  We get dressed, and I notice her looking around. “What’s up?” I clasp my belt, shrugging on the wrinkled white shirt we had sex on last night.

  “Do you know where my panties are?” she asks.

  I stuff my hands in my pockets and feel the lace material slide through my fingers. I yank them out and hold them up. “These?”

  She reaches for them, but I lift them up to where she can’t get them. “I don’t know. I think I like the idea of you not wearing panties. So I can take you whenever I want, with nothing in the way.”

  “Caveman. Give them here!” She jumps up, but I pull them out of reach.

  “You don’t like the idea of me bending you over any surface I see fit and sliding into your hot, wet pussy just waiting for my cock?”

  I can tell my words are getting to her. Her cheeks flush, and her eyes glaze over. She licks her bottom lip, and the beige material of her dress stretching over her breasts shows how hard her nipples are. “You know you can have me whenever you want, but I’m not going back in that castle without panties,” she rasps, but she knows as well as I do that, she would walk into the castle without them.

  I shove them back in my pocket, keeping my hand around them. “I think I’ll keep them.”

  “Luca! If the breeze blows, everyone will see my goods!”

  I pout. “But those are my goods.”

  “I know. Gimme!” She holds out her palm, waiting for me to put the underwear in her hand.

  I really do not want to. I want to save them for later for my own personal needs. “Can I go check to see if it’s windy?” The questions give me a slap on the chest and tapping of her foot. She’s getting impatient now.

  “Fine.” I slap them in her hand and cross my ankles as I lean against the hay, watching as she bends down and slips one leg into each hole. She shimmies the panties up her body, her dress lifting to show her swollen pussy lips for the briefest moment—the panties cover them before I have time to kiss the aching folds. Later. I’ll kiss them later.

  She pulls her dress back down and flips her hair over her shoulder. “So, are we doing the walk of shame?” she asks. “And what time is it?”

  I turn my wrist over to show it’s still early. “It’s six in the morning. Everyone should still be asleep. And there is nothing shameful about this.” I twirl her around and dip her over my knee, sliding my tongue between her lips to give her a passionate kiss.

  When we are down, she is breathless, and my cock aches for her. “Let’s go!” I push us out the barn doors and vow to myself to never tear this building down. It holds an important memory for her and me, and I can’t ever part with it. Maybe when I’m the king, I’ll rebuild it, but until then, it is staying just how it is.

  The beauty she holds could stop the sun from shining, because she is her own sun. I can’t help but watch her as we walk through the fields back to the castle. Her dress floats as we stroll, and her smile is a mile wide.

  I did that. I put that there. It makes a man feel good. Once we get to the castle, I open the door and put my finger to my lips, telling her we have to be quiet.

  She covers her mouth with her hand to muffle her laugh, and when I see the coast is clear, I pull her up the stairs and down my wing. Once we get to her room, we stop, looking at each other. Which door do we go in? Do we let people know? Is it a secret?

  No. It isn’t.

  I open the door and shove her inside, locking it behind me. “Bed or shower?”

  “How much time do we have?” she asks, backing away from me with a sneaky grin.

  “All the time in the world, my sweet.” I take a step forward with every step she takes back.

  “Bed. I want to feel something comfortable.”

  I put my hand to my chest, appalled. “Excuse me, that barn floor is made from the oldest wood in this country.”

  She puts her hand on her lower back and stretches. “Yeah, I can tell.”

  I tackle her, throwing her on the pillow top, staring at the angel below me. “You look like you belong here.” Without hesitation, I admit, running my hands through her messy brown hair. It’s tangled and a few pieces of straw linger. I shouldn’t, but I feel smug with the tousled look.

  “I feel like I belong here.” Her hands rub over my chest with a bite of her lip.

  I grab her hand and place it against my heart, showing her where she belongs. My heart knocks against her palm. The beat is fast from happiness and excitement. The strength of the pump flows through my entire body, filling my cock again. I know she can’t take me again but stopping the want I have for her is nearly impossible.

  I’m not going to act on it.

  Oh, but I want to.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Rosie

  It’s been three days since arriving at the castle, and it’s been the best three days of my life. I’ve laughed and smiled so much that my cheeks are sore, and my stomach muscles ache from clenching. I stare at myself in the mirror, noticing how my face is a bit red from the flush, remembering everything over the la
st few days. I run my mother’s brush through my hair, the one thing I was able to grab before Tabitha kicked me out.

  The tangles unravel as I work the bristles through the ends, the wet strands dripping on the robe, soaking the softest cotton I’ve ever felt. I put the brush down and move the right side of the robe, running my hands over the red mark on my shoulder. My breath stutters as my fingers run over the edges of the bite mark. It’s still sensitive.

  The bathroom mirror fogs from the leftover steam, blurring the skin peeking from between the folds of the robe. My fingers feather down my chest, and I tilt my head back when the steam takes over the mirror, blocking my vision of myself completely.

  The erotic images flash through my mind, remembering the way he took my body, owned it, claimed it as his. “Luca!” I call out for him, hoping he can hear me, knowing he can’t, but wishing he could. I undo the knot in the robe, letting it part. I roll my nipples between my fingers and hiss. They are still sensitive from all those nights ago, the lovely abuse he bestowed on them.

  We haven’t been able to have sex since; I’ve been too sore. I want that to change though. I miss him. I miss the way he feels on my body, in my body, consuming me. My hand reaches the apex of my thighs, and my phone buzzes against the counter. It startles me, causing me to jump. I place my hand on my chest, willing my heart to calm down.

  I grab it right before it buzzes off the counter. Alice’s name flashes across the screen. I close my robe, feeling it will be awkward to talk to her when I was about to pleasure myself. I tie the knot as quick as I can and clear my throat, trying to gain a little of my self-control back.

  “Alice, hey,” I say, a rasp making my voice crack.

  “Hey, are you okay?” she asks, the sound of the waves crashing the background.

  “Yeah, sorry. I’m fine. I was just hopping out of the shower.” It isn’t a lie, but I don’t know how much truth I can tell her. Sure, we have kept in touch over the years from her ‘disappearance’, but I haven’t seen her. I can’t know someone from two sentences in a postcard. I want to tell someone though. I want to scream from the rooftops how happy I am, but the only other person I have is my brother, and he is too young. Plus, I don’t want to hear about his sexcapades.