Royal Academy

by McKenna James

  “So, you’re going to tease me?”

  I ignored her whining and ran both hands up the outer sides of her legs and grasped onto her ass again. “Damn, your ass is perfectly round and firm.”

  She smiled. She seemed to be loving the attention I was giving her. “Stand up,” I instructed her. She moved off the side of the bed and stood in front of me as I sat on the edge. “Now, take it off … slowly.”

  She grinned, pulling her lip between her teeth and she reached down and undid the garters that held up the thigh high stockings, then slowly she rolled each one down until they were off. I could feel my dick getting hard again as I watched her undress. She reached around and undid the clasps in the back. Before she let it fall loose from her body, she reached up and stopped it, holding the fabric protectively against her chest. “Do you really want to see?” she asked me teasingly.

  I smiled and raised my eyebrows. She glanced down at my cock that was already standing at attention again then back up at me.

  “What do you think, sweetheart?” I looked down at my growing erection and stroked it.

  “Nice,” she said, licking her lips.

  She turned away from me and let the lace fall from her body, exposing only her back to me. She had the tiniest waist I had ever seen on someone with huge tits. Her body was perfectly proportioned. Her hair was halfway down her back and sexy as could be as it lay against her soft skin. She slowly turned around only to have both of her hands over her bare breasts.

  “Move your hands, Eliza,” I demanded. “I want to see all of you.”

  She slowly slid her hands away, allowing me to see what I had been dreaming about for weeks. The sight nearly took the breath out of my lungs. “You are perfect,” I said as I gazed at her in awe. Her nipples were small and pink. I could tell by her demeanor that no man had ever touched her; she just seemed too pure.

  “Come here,” I said as she stood there looking at me with an innocence I had never seen on a woman's face before that night.

  She walked to me and stood in front of me quietly, her breasts so close they were grazing my lips. “I want you to know that this is happening because I love you. I would never take advantage, Eliza.”

  “It just feels right tonight with you. I love you, Drew.”

  She leaned down and kissed me lightly. Her tongue explored my mouth as my hands reached for her tits. They were round and firm and delicate in my hands. My dick was ached with want, need. I took my lips from hers and pulled her panties down, revealing her bare skin in front of me. “Damn! All shaven and bare.”

  She stepped out of the panties and as she placed her palm against my pec to push my backward, I caught her wrist in my hand and turned on her swiftly, pressing her back against the bed. My eyes roamed over her hungrily as she lay before me, naked, wet and virginal. She was mine, in every sense of the word, and tonight I’d claim her entirely. I bit at her lip then kissed her delicate skin, down her throat, down the valley of her breasts, kissing her hipbone as I trailed my hand up her leg, parting them at the knees to spread her wide.

  Her body tremored as my lips caressed tiny kisses across her hip and down the apex of her thigh. She smelled so sweet that my mouth salivated to taste her. As my lips enclosed around her clit, her fingers fisted my hair as her back arched from the bed.

  “Oh, Drew!” she exclaimed, her knees trembling.

  I traced her clit with my tongue and ran my finger between her lips before gently sliding one inside of her. She was tight, and my cock would have a hard time fitting inside of her. I sucked hard on her clit as I finger fucked her, loosening her up. My movements intensified in both pace and speed with every moan that fell from her lips. “Oh yes, Prince!”

  Her nails clawed at my back, and I thrust my tongue deep inside her pussy. She writhed against the bed, her luscious moans causing my dick to throb harder. I could feel myself leaking on her blanket. I moved my tongue over her clit and inserted my middle finger, finding her g-spot. I knew I had it when she nearly come up off the bed. “Oh!” she cried out. “I can't take it!”

  “Are you ready for me, Eliza?”

  She shook her head, her voice caught in her throat.

  I sucked her clit one last time then stood and took my cock in my hand, running the head between her glistening pussy lips. “Fuck!” I knew I wouldn’t last long, she had me ready to explode.

  “Quick, I nearly forgot!” She motioned to the bedside table.

  There was nothing but a lamp atop the table, so I pulled the drawer out and found an unopened box of condoms. I pierced my eyes closed and thanked the gods above that she’d been clever enough to remember condoms, whereas my only thought was getting my dick wet and not wrapping it up.

  I ripped the foil package and took the rubber out, but Eliza clumsily raised forward and took it from my fingers.

  “May I, Prince?”

  Fuck … I hated being referred to as Prince usually, but when she said, with desire and love in her eyes, I felt overwhelmed by my claim over her—empowered even, and it only make my cock throb with need.

  Eliza rolled the condom over my cock then lay back on the bed. I caged her beneath me with one arm under her and around her shoulder, holding her protectively against my chest and the other between us as I lined my cock up with her entrance.

  “I’ll take it slow, Eliza, but tell me if I hurt you.”

  I slid inside of her slowly, and she moaned and winced. “Ow,” she wined as she adjusted to my size.

  “I'm sorry, sweetheart.” I claimed her mouth as I fully seated myself inside of her, trying to direct her focus to the pleasure rather than the pain. The feeling of her pussy gripping my cock was almost too much to bear, and I wasn't sure how long I was going to last.

  I pressed my thumb against her clit and massaged, and her eyes fell closed as her orgasm heightened.

  “Feel good, baby?” I asked as I fucked her tight pussy slowly.

  “Oh God, yes,” she said as she turned her head side to side, keeping her eyes closed. “Don't stop. Please don't ever stop!”

  I felt myself building up to climax, so I increased my movements, my hips meeting hers with her thrust of my dick deeper inside her. We moved in rhythm, in tune, and the blissful haze that consumed Eliza’s expression told me she was lost to her orgasm. She tightened around me, but I thrust harder, deeper, feeling the pressure building in my balls.

  “Fuck, Eliza!”

  “Drew…” Her voice was by a whisper, and the sheer tightness of her pussy convulsing around my cock had brought me to the brink of euphoria.

  “Baby, I'm gonna come!”

  She brought her lips to mine and sucked my tongue as my cock spilled all of its juice into the condom. I collapsed on top of her, the sensation too strong and my body too weak.

  Her body tremored one last time as she came around me again before she lay completely still, breathing so hard that I thought she would pass out.

  I looked down and smiled at her. “You okay?”

  “Yes…” she panted. “I love you, Drew.”

  “I love you too, Eliza.”

  “So, that's sex?” she asked nonchalantly as I pulled out and rolled over to my back to remove the condom.

  I laughed to myself as I walked to the small bathroom to get a warm cloth.

  “You didn’t answer me, and why are you laughing?”

  I kissed her hard to shut her up.

  “Yes, sweetheart, I suppose you could say that is sex. More so fucking than anything.”

  “Why do you say that?” She stopped me when I tried to clean her, sitting up and looking at me pointedly.

  “Because fucking is raw, uninhibited. Making love it passionate and sweet.”

  “Will you make love to me too, Prince?”

  Damn, this woman was gonna kill me.

  “When the time is right, sweetheart. I’ll take you every way I can have you.”

  “I can’t wait.” She flung her arms around me and collapsed against my chest. />
  “I didn’t expect you to enjoy your first time and be begging me for more. Quite the boost to my confidence.” I winked and pulled her up from the bed, leading her to the bathroom.

  “Maybe because we're in love,” she said easily.

  “Not maybe, definitely.”

  I started the shower while Eliza pulled two fluffy towels from the closet.

  “Eliza, I forgot to ask, are you on the pill?”

  She looked at me as if I had just asked the dumbest question ever. “What pill?”

  “Birth control pill? You know, contraception,” I stated flatly, hoping she would say yes.

  “Oh, no. I never had a need to before—never thought about it,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders.

  “You’ll need to see a doctor, because eventually I’m taking you raw.”

  She smiled. “I'm so glad to hear you say that there will be a next time.”

  “Baby, with you there's always going to be a next time,” I said as I kissed her once again.

  Chapter 14

  Eliza

  The smile on my face each time I caught my reflection in the mirror these past four days was proof of just how happy I had been. I was in love with the Prince of England, he was in love with me, and we finally celebrated our love in the most intimate way two people could. I had no idea that having sex for the first time would be so enjoyable because I had heard horror stories from friends who had told me that it hurt terribly and they felt different afterward. I guess that was why I wasn't in any hurry to do it. With Andrew, it wasn't like that at all. No, it was special, warm, and natural. It was the most wonderful experience I'd ever had. I had never connected with another human being the way we did that night, and I’d never want to be with anyone else for the rest of my life. Drew's body fit mine perfectly, like he was made for me and I for him.

  “Oh, what a beautiful day!” I happily exclaimed as I almost danced across my room to get dressed for class.

  How could I not be happy? I had everything a woman could want and more. Although I hadn't seen much of Drew since Saturday, I was still elated from being with him two nights in a row. Friday night had been wonderful, but Saturday night exceeded all expectations because he introduced me to new things during sex. I wasn't sure where he'd learned it all, and I didn't dare ask, but I was thrilled when he showed me how to get into different positions and role play. I’d admit that it was odd at first, but by the end of the night, I felt I had it down to a science, and I was sure that he left my house a very happy man. What more could I ask for?

  ***

  Class started promptly at ten am, and when I looked around and didn't see Drew, I became a little worried. He was always in class, especially since this Anthropology was a requirement for his major. I could have taken it or left it, but he loved Professor Haddish's lectures. Opening up my book, I took one last look around the large room wondering if maybe he'd sat somewhere else. He wasn't anywhere to be found and neither was Clayton. I took out my phone and texted him.

  >>Hey, you're late for class. Everything okay?

  I waited a few minutes and no response. By the time Haddish got up to begin his lecture, I was starting to panic.

  Scribbling on my notebook while he talked, it was hard to concentrate on anything that Haddish was saying. His normally boring voice was extremely drab today as he seemed to drone on forever. Glancing at my watch, I knew I had to get out of there and go find Drew. I gathered up my things and slipped out of the back door as quietly as I could.

  Standing in the hall, I sent him one last text.

  >>Hey, I just left class. Where are you? I'm worried.

  I stood there for a minute to give him a chance to answer but again, nothing. Suddenly, I heard a loud voice yelling down the hall.

  “What in the world...” I said as I walked toward the commons area.

  “Come on, man!”

  It was Clayton's voice I heard echoing off of the large marble columns throughout the long hall.

  “Fuck you, Clayton!” I heard Drew scream out.

  Oh my God! What was going on?

  I flung my backpack over my shoulder and ran as fast as I could toward the voices. Stopping just shy of the large open room, I hid by one of the glass trophy cases where tons of rugby medals and jerseys had been stored for years.

  “Just tell me, bro, are you just fucking around with her or have you fallen in love?” Clayton asked with a nasty smirk on his face.

  “Mind your fucking business!” Drew shoved Clayton backward, his face red with fury.

  “Tell me, hell—tell everyone.” Clayton spread his arms wide as he motioned toward the onlookers. “I want to know what you're doing with that bloody, no good, piece of trash, pauper who has nothing!”

  Drew stepped closer to him with a look of pure hatred on his face. Hearing Clayton call me those names, it was as if I could suddenly feel every emotion that Drew was feeling.

  I normally didn't allow things like that to hurt me, but listening to someone say it to the guy I loved was hurtful. I watched as his hand formed a fist and began to twitch, and I knew that if Clayton said one more word, Drew was going to hit him. I wanted to rush in and stop it, but I couldn't. It would only make things worse for Drew.

  There he was, fighting with his best friend, and they were fighting because of me. I felt sad, hurt, and defeated. I wanted to run away as fast as I could, just get away from all of the nonsense, all the whispers circulating the commons area. All the ‘Who’s Prince Drew seeing?’ or ‘Who’s the girl?’ The scoffed reactions when they heard he was in love with a simple girl instead of an elitist.

  My head and my heart were in a battle as steeped in raw emotion as Clayton and Drew were.

  “Clayton, I’ll be damned if I allow you to talk about her that way. I don’t care if you like or her not; keep your opinion to yourself. I will not stand for you treating her this way.”

  “She’s fuckin’ filth!” Clayton spewed. “I promise you, if you even mention her to me one more time, or if I hear that you are seeing her, I will make your life a living hell!!”

  Clayton was making some serious threats. Why would he treat his best friend that way? I couldn't understand it at all, but I knew what I had to do at that moment. I had to leave Drew alone if he was to see any peace whatsoever. I didn't want his name dragged through the mud because of his association with me.

  I peeked around the corner one last time to see them nose to nose with Professor Teagan trying to push his way between them. My heart sank at the prospect of Drew being hurt by his so-called friend just for loving me.

  ***

  On the drive home I cried so many tears that I used up the entire pack of tissues in my purse. I felt as if I was dying inside knowing what was to come. I had to stop seeing Drew for his own protection. My heart broke at the thought of not being with him anymore, but it was the only way that he could be happy and go back to life as usual. That way, he could find someone who would be more socially acceptable for him.

  I cried well into the night before my body finally gave up from exhaustion, and I fell asleep. Turning off my cell phone allowed me to think things over without being interrupted by anyone, especially Drew. I wasn't ready to face him or tell him that things weren't going to work out as either of us had planned. I wasn't completely sure that I would even be able to do it, but I was certain that I had to do it … for his sake.

  ***

  The morning sun was bright as I rolled over and looked at my clock. It was almost eight, and I had to be at class in less than two hours. Just enough time to shower, eat breakfast, if I could muster up an appetite, and brace myself for my talk with Drew.

  God, why did things have to be so complicated? Why did it matter if we had come from different worlds? I certainly didn't care and neither did he, so why should anyone else?

  I tried to reason with myself but it was no use; I knew what had to be done.

  I turned on my phone to see that Drew had not only texted me t
wenty-one times, but he'd also left me three voice messages; all of which I didn’t want to read or hear. I dialed into the voicemail anyway and almost cried when I heard what he said.

  >>>Eliza, where are you? I'm worried. I texted you a couple of times and you didn't answer. Please call me back.

  >>>Eliza, is something wrong? Are you upset with me? I have called you three times, and you're not answering. I'm coming over.

  >>>Eliza, why won't you answer the door? I’ve buzzed your flat numerous times. Your car is by the curb, so I know you’re home. What is going on?

  My heart broke when I listened to the messages. I could almost picture his face with his sad eyes. I knew that he was feeling confused by not knowing why I was ignoring him. I had to do it. Did I dare call him back and tell him what was going on? Or should I just see him after class? I wasn't sure what to do.

  I sat at my vanity, pinning up my hair in a loose bun, trying to decide just how to do it, when my eyes caught a glimpse of my red dress hanging on the back of my bedroom door. Tears began to flow from my eyes like a dam that had burst as I looked at it, knowing I would never wear it. Drew and I would never have that date, and I felt devastated by that fact. I jumped up and ran to my bed. Collapsing on it, I sobbed until I had nothing left. My heart was breaking, and I didn't know how to make it stop.

  “Why does it matter that I am a commoner? Why should class outweigh love?” I asked myself as I cried even harder.

  My heart felt as if it was in a million pieces. I was no better at the moment than I had been the night before; actually, I was worse off just because I had heard his voice as he pleaded with me to talk to him.

  I thought about how he had said that he had been outside of my flat buzzing, but I wouldn’t answer.

  “Wait, when was that? I don't remember hearing the buzzer,” I said as I tried to figure out when he had come over.

  Although I knew it would hurt me to look at the phone and see his texts again, I swiped the screen and saw that he had left that message at 12:49 in the morning. I must have already fallen asleep from exhaustion and heartache. I didn't remember hearing anything. If I had heard him, I probably would have opened the door against my better judgment.