Royal Flush

by Ella Goode

  “Nope. You’re going to come to my bedroom and take my virginity,” she states boldly. “I’ve waited until the season is over, but I’m impatient and horny. I’m tired of rubbing myself and wondering what it would be like to have your dick inside me. Either you come upstairs with me or I’m throwing you down on the stairs and mounting you like a horse.”

  My jaw drops open and I freeze. But only for a second. At the next tick of the clock hand, I have Ace over my shoulder and I’m racing for her room. Her laughter dies the moment I cup her hot sex through her jeans.

  “Owen,” she sighs.

  I rub her through the denim. “Yeah, baby?”

  “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Why’d you make me wait?”

  “The hell if I know,” I admit, lowering her to the ground when I reach her bed. “I guess I wanted you to know that I wasn’t into you for your smoking hot body.”

  “That moment passed like eight weeks ago.”

  “We started dating eight weeks ago.”

  “Exactly.” She smiles up at me.

  I melt. Well, my heart melts. My dick’s still as stiff as steel. “Okay, then consider that eight weeks as foreplay because I’m not going to last long inside your pussy.” It’ll be a miracle if I’m able to last more than a couple strokes. Even as I stand here, I’m about ready to come in my jeans. I squeeze my dick hard enough to see stars.

  “I don’t care. As long as we can do it again, what’s the big deal? We’re learning together, right?”

  “Right.” Alice Alistair is my first and will be my last.

  I thumb open her jeans and slide my hand inside her panties until I reach her juicy pussy. I’ve tasted her before. I’ve fucked her with my fingers, but it’s never the same. No matter how many times I touch her, it always feels like a privilege—a miracle.

  I drop to my knees and drag her jeans down to her ankles. She steps out of them and a shirt goes flying over my head. Her bra jettisons across the room a second later. I run my hands up her firm calves, stroke the backs of her knees, and kiss the tender areas along her inner thigh, licking the liquid honey that has dripped out of her pussy to coat her skin.

  “Please,” she begs as I linger over her hot cunt, inhaling her spicy essence, licking her sticky sweetness.

  “Yeah, I know.” My cock’s about to burst. I kiss her pussy a little while longer, knowing that no matter how many times I’ve fingered her, she’s still gonna hurt. My dick’s no small thing but she is—small and fragile and vulnerable. I kiss along the soft folds and then hold her open with my fingers while I fuck her with my tongue.

  “Yesssss,” she hisses. Her fingernails bite into my scalp and her body shudders as her release floods my mouth. Wet and ready, she falls back onto the bed.

  I throw my clothes off and follow her, bracing myself above her bare body with one knee on the mattress and one hand planted next to her head.

  “You ready?” I ask, taking my aching cock in my hand.

  She nods, her eyes shining.

  I press my broad head between her swollen lips and into the tight channel of her cunt. She inhales sharply.

  “Does it hurt, baby?”

  She scrapes her teeth across her lower lip and nods. Christ, she is so tight. And hot. And wet.

  My arm trembles as I fight to keep from canting forward. I reach between us until I can find her clit. I pinch it lightly and then rub it in circles until her cunt walls soften just enough to accept an inch, maybe two.

  Sweat breaks out across my forehead.

  “Let me in,” I say in between harsh, heavy breaths. “That’s it. Your little pussy wants it. Relax. This feels good, doesn’t it?” I urge.

  She stares at me with big eyes. “You’re so big. I don’t know if you’re going to fit.”

  I let out a laugh that turns into a groan. “Yeah, that’s not helping.” I can feel my dick swelling larger and harder.

  She giggles in response. “I can’t help it. You feel enormous—bigger than you were in my mouth or when I had my hand on you.”

  She wriggles and I gasp at the sensation as I sink further into her.

  “Oh,” she says in surprise. She didn’t expect that to happen but when she moves, I move. My dick is only going in one direction.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Is there much...more?”

  We both look down and the sight of my cock spearing her cunt is almost too erotic. I close my eyes and throw my head back.

  “How am I taking all of that inside me?” She gasps.

  “It’s a mystery.” I blow out a heavy breath. At this rate, I’m gonna die before I’m fully seated. I definitely might come, which would be humiliating, but what can a mere mortal do when he’s fucking the goddess of his dreams? I palm one bare ass cheek and hold her still while I surge forward another inch.

  Her head drops back, presenting her beautiful neck. I lean forward to mark her at the same time her hips surge up.

  “Owen!” she cries.

  “You’ve got this, Ace. You’ve got this.” I have so little control left. It’s a shoelace frayed almost all the way through. I dig deep, steel myself, and wait for her to start breathing again.

  I lick her neck, nip at her sensitive ear lobe, scatter kisses across her face, all the while commanding the cum that’s gathered in my balls to wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

  And then it happens. She moves. Her hips swivel, slowly, in cautious movements, testing herself. Wet sucking sounds fill the air as she moves herself on my rigid shaft.

  “You’re so hard,” she moans.

  I nearly cry with the pain of waiting. “Baby, you’re so fucking hot. I want you to come all over me. Get my dick good and wet.”

  “I want to come,” she says. “Help me. Help me come.”

  “Nothing I want more.” I dig my hand between us again, finding that sensitive little button.

  She gasps when I get my fingers on her. She rocks against me, faster and harder. The heels of her feet dig into the back of my thighs. Her pussy grows slicker and the sounds of dirty, filthy fucking punctuated by gasps fill the room.

  “You feel good, don’t you, Ace? You like my thick cock inside your tiny pussy, don’t you?”

  She lets out a choked whimper as I drive my cock inside of her in fierce, sure movements, my hard shaft sliding out until only the tip of my broad head still parts her lips and then slamming forward with enough force to drive her the length of the mattress.

  Her climax hits only seconds before mine bursts from my body. The gush of cum is hot and long. It feels like I’ve never come before. I keep spurting inside of her, filling her up with my seed until it leaks out of her pussy, drenching her thighs.

  Spasms wrack her body as she chants my name.

  “Owen, Owen, Owen. Yes. Yes, fuck yes.”

  I keep going because this is our first time and I never want it to end. And it never will.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Alice

  Months later

  I elbow Owen in the side before he can open his mouth. “It’s perfect.” The walls are bare and there is nothing in the room but two twin beds and two small tables.

  “We can make it homey in no time.” My mom claps her hands together, excited about decorating my room. If anyone can make this place homey it’s her. She was always good about taking nothing and making it into something. No clue how she did it but she did.

  “We’re lucky I got a single,” I whisper to Owen. He gives me a wink, making me wonder if it was really luck or not. I got into Notre Dame and so did Owen. He didn’t really have to apply. Every school was banging down his door. I had the grades and scores to get in on my own. My hard work got me an early acceptance letter. I’m sure when Owen and I showed up together for our tour that they were overjoyed. Since I had already committed to their school at that point, they almost had a guarantee that they would snag Owen. The school made it a point to show us the many perks they offered. I’m sure if Owen hadn’t been with me, I wouldn
’t have received the same treatment. I would have been herded around with all of the other students instead of receiving a private tour and a room that looked like it could be for two. It’s set up for that.

  Freshmen have to live on campus. Lucky for me there was a single room that had suddenly become available. It had my name written all over it.

  Owen was pretty much shoved into a frat house with all of the other football players. Plus side to that is he has his own room too.

  Owen wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his side. My mom is already making a list of things we’ll need for my room.

  “We aren’t spending nights apart. Done with that shit,” he says for my ears only. My mom’s eyes flick over toward us and I have a feeling she might have heard Owen. It is no secret how serious we are. I even have a promise ring on my finger that Owen put there. The promise being that he and I will always be together. That college is just the next step in our journey. No matter what that journey is we are going to do it together. I never doubt that. Promise ring or not. I always know where I stand with Owen. Every person in our lives knows the path we are on with one another. He is never shy about letting everyone know that I am his.

  He never made it seem like I was property, though. It was always more in a way of being proud to show me off. He loves to brag about me. He teases that he doesn’t know how he managed to win me over. He says it must have been his good looks because it sure as hell wasn't his math or sewing skills. I always respond by telling him it was his sweetness that did me in. Above all else, that’s what really sank me. Owen is always sweet and good when it comes to me. It’s been like that since the minute I met him and it’s still that way until this day. I know it will remain the same for the rest of our lives. I look forward to cherishing every moment of it.

  “In Europe they push the twin beds together to make it a single one.”

  “Mom!” I snap at her. I swear she says these things to poke at me. I should be used to them. Owen only chuckles, having gotten used to her remarks. “It’s true. You just get a queen fitted sheet and push them together. Don’t want you falling out of bed. You’re not used to a twin.”

  “Whatever,” I mumble. Owen only laughs harder.

  “At least I don’t have to live with fifteen other men.” I remind Owen of his own living situation.

  “Don’t give a shit where I sleep, Ace.” When my mom turns to going back to making notes in her little pad, he leans down next to my ear. “Long as you’re next to me.” He kisses below my ear. “Under me.” This time he gives my neck a small nibble. “On top of me. I don’t care.” My whole body heats. I have to remind myself my mom is here. My dad and Owen’s mom will be showing up any moment too. It’s moving day for both of us.

  “I think I’ve got the list done.” My mom turns to look back at us both. Her happy smile turns soft when she sees Owen has his arm wrapped around me tight. Her eyes start to water and I know what’s coming. Instantly a knot forms in my throat.

  “Should I—” Mom cuts him off.

  “No, Owen. You stay,” she tells him before she cups my face. “You did it. Knew you would.”

  “We did it,” I correct. Without her I wouldn’t be here.

  “And you’ll keep on doing it.”

  “I will,” I agree. She gives me a kiss before she drops her hands.

  “And you’ll be with her.” She points at Owen, who stands up a little straighter.

  “Always,” he responds without missing a beat. The stern look my mom had for a brief moment aimed at him drops.

  “I know you will. You’re a good man.” She pulls him down and gives Owen a kiss on the cheek before she heads out of my dorm room. She’s likely meeting my dad, who has the U-Haul. She may have excused herself before she burst into tears.

  “We’re doing this, Ace.” Owen turns. I tilt my head to look up at him. We are. I am lucky to find my true love at such a young age. Owen didn’t let me push him away. Somehow we always offset the other. We are a perfect match.

  Even his mom fits in with my family. We are one big family now. It will grow one day but not today. Owen and I both still have dreams we want to fulfill. We have all the time in the world. I’m going to savor each moment as they come.

  A decision to switch schools, an act of kindness and a glimpse in the right direction all led to this moment. I will be forever grateful that the stars aligned to bring Owen and me into each other’s lives.

  Now we’ll get to do it all together. Everything from football games, late-night study sessions, Owen getting drafted to the NFL, me graduating medical school, to having an NFL star of a husband to getting a place of our own and seeing my husband not only win a Superbowl but give his mom the life he’d always dreamed he would. Then one day to have babies and juggle it all. Some parts might be easy while others will be hard, but I know together we’ll have it all.

  Epilogue *Alice*

  Almost four years later

  My eyes flick over to the clock, knowing Owen should be home at any time. I’m having a hard time paying attention to what I’m supposed to be doing. I glance back down at the textbook, letting out a long sigh before falling back onto the sofa staring up at the ceiling. He’s been gone a week. He didn’t enter the draft his junior year like many others did. He decided to stay for his senior year and get his degree. He did it in three and a half years. He’s been done with college for the past few months but isn’t walking until May with the rest of our class. He got his Bachelors in Business Management and I was top of my class in pre-med. I have my pick of where I want to go to medical school.

  Owen thinks I am staying here but he is in for a surprise. I’ve put out applications everywhere and I am happy to say the acceptance letters have been rolling in. It was because of Owen and our parents that I could put everything into my coursework and it is paying off. They allow me to focus on my studies without having to worry about outside distractions.

  Now Owen’s hard work is going to pay off too. He might make it look easy being on the football field, but my man works hard for not only his team but for us. There is not a day that goes by that I’m not grateful for him. He is still my everything. I know that together he and I can do anything we set our minds to. These last few years have proven that.

  When I hear the key enter the lock of our apartment I jump up. He barely gets the door open and I’m all over him. We Facetimed every night but I still missed getting to touch him. I even get to watch him rock it out at the combine on tv with my dad. My mouth finds his and I hear the door shut behind us, the lock clicking back into place. A moment later I’m in his lap, straddling him as we continue to kiss. My mouth can’t leave his. I would climb into him if I could. I’ve missed him more than I ever thought possible.

  “Fuck, Ace,” he groans into my mouth, having missed me too. “Missed you so damn much.” He digs his hands into my hair, deepening the kiss. I start to pull at his clothes, needing to be skin to skin. He doesn't stop me.

  Moments later we are both naked and making love. It’s fast but sweet, both of us showing the other how much we missed each other. Afterward, we lie naked on the sofa tangled together. I’m out of breath but of course Owen is ready for another round.

  He places lazy kisses on my neck. “Love you, Ace,” he breathes against my skin. “Always have and always will.” Tears prick my eyes thinking about how lucky I am. Young love doesn’t always last but we have. Things aren’t always easy but we have both sacrificed for each other. That’s what people do when they love one another.

  “I love you too.” I shift so I can look at him. I can feel something is wrong. It’s more than us missing each other. We lived our first few years of college apart. Not that we spent them that way. Our junior year Owen and I were over that. We got a small apartment that sat over a pizza shop. It was actually cheaper than the freaking dorms. Now, having lived with him, a week apart is hard but manageable. I know we’ll have more of these but together we can do anything. Nothing slows us down. H
e and I together are an unstoppable team. I run my finger along his unshaven jaw. He’s as handsome as he was the first day that I saw him at that mall.

  “New York,” he finally says. He doesn't have to say more. That’s where he’s going. Through the whole combine I kept hearing he’s going in round one of the draft for the NFL. They were already guessing where that would be. “Jets are going to take me. They already talked to me.” I smile so freaking big. That means he’s going first pick. I knew they had it. He doesn't look as happy as I am. We should be celebrating.

  His eyes close for a moment. “I can’t leave you.” His words come out strangled. This is his dream. He doesn't love football with everything in him but he enjoys it. He enjoys more than anything that it is something he can do that will not only take care of his mom but us too. He wants that more than anything. Deep down, my Owen is a caretaker. A family man. I sit up, hitting his chest.

  “Of course you’re not leaving me.” I shake my head at him. I go to crawl off him but he stops me from moving. He’ll always be quicker than me. “Let me get something.” He reluctantly lets me go. He watches me walk naked over to our small dining room table. I shuffle through my papers, coming back with one. I hold it out to him. It’s my acceptance letter to NYU School of Medicine..

  He reads it, sitting up himself. “You’re going to medical school here. It’s where your dad went.”

  I shake my head no, that I’m not. I’ve already talked to Dad about this. He agreed with me. “I go where you go.”

  Owen starts to talk but I put my hand over his mouth to stop him. I drop down into his lap. His tongue darts out, licking my finger where my engagement ring is. He put it on my finger two years ago. “Above all, my dad taught me family comes first. That he and Mom are a team. We’re all a team. It’s you and me forever, Fast. There is nothing we can’t accomplish together.” He pulls my hand down and kisses me hard. I pull back, knowing that I need to tell him one more thing before we wind up back in that bed. “I’m so proud of you, Owen. Not only for your success but for the way that you love me and take care of me.”