My Stepbrother, His Highness: A Royal Stepbrother Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Victoria Cabot

  I pushed my hips upwards, pressing my pussy against my mouth, my eager wetness coating his hungry lips. Then, unable to wait one second more, I pushed upwards as he lapped at me, flicking his tongue at my clit and circling it slowly; pressing his mouth and sucking. It was too much and within moments I was exploding.

  “Hold on,” he said with a smirk and began to dance his tongue around.

  Lord have mercy!

  I literally felt explosions in my head and everything began to fade to black. I couldn’t see for several long seconds as he continued unabated. My breath was coming out in shallow gasps as he continued and tingles of pleasure coursed down my spine.

  There was no stopping - even when I clawed at my hair, moans breaking free of my mouth through gritted teeth, he didn't stop. He kept going until I surrendered to that sweet madness and started forcing my head down and my hips up, making him eat me out in the most wild and delicious way there was. And I loved it, I loved everything about it: how I wanted his mouth on my pussy, the taste of me that he was getting, the aching moans I filled the room with.

  Before I knew it, he had me on the verge once more. He looked at me, a devilish smile as if he knew I was right there. I clawed at the bed, desperate, and he used his fingers at the same time as his tongue this time for a two pronged assault.

  Jesus fuck!!!

  This time was even more powerful than the first. I lost the ability to understand what was going on and my body felt like it was on fire. I didn’t know if I had any toes left and I saw sparks cloud my vision. I didn’t know if I was blinking as his tongue went in and out of me in quick succession, his hands coming up and squeezing my nipples. I couldn’t take any more pleasure. It was too much.

  Both of his hands were working my nipples and I realized that my second orgasm was abating but I was heading towards another. Like being on an endless roller coaster this time I felt fear. What would happen the third time was anyone’s guess.

  Tristan brought a hand down and inserted two fingers into me. He made a come hither motion against my walls and kept making it. I felt it at first, but my senses were still too rattled to realize what was happening until I felt a warmth spreading through my body. I was shivering and I knew I was close. Tristan kept up his attack and within moments I was begging. For what though? I don’t know. I don’t even know what was coming out of my mouth at that moment because in three seconds I felt like I had just been hit by a ton of bricks.

  My body seized up and my legs began jerking involuntarily as I came harder than I had ever come before in my life. Clear, transparent liquid shot out from my pussy onto his face as I squirted for the first time in my life. My entire body became one giant pin-cushion as every single hair on my body lit up in fire. Every single touch sent shockwaves of paralyzing pleasure through me and I felt like I was out of my body staring down, almost as if I had died and gone to some sexual nirvana.

  I don’t know how long I lay there, but eventually I realized Tristan was next to me.

  I turned towards him and shuddered as aftershocks of pleasure coursed through me. It appeared that the slightest pressure was enough now to keep me tingling. I brought my hand down towards his cock.

  “You didn’t come,” I whispered.

  He kissed me on the forehead and smiled. “It’s okay. Tonight was for you, Alicia.”

  I looked at him with worry. Did he not want to fuck me?

  “It’s the least I can do,” he said. “When I’ve been pretending all day not to care.”

  What?

  “What?” I asked, a wave of sleep coming across me as I snuggled into him.

  “I didn’t have a date tonight,” he confided. “I was just really jealous that you did.”

  “Oh,” I whispered.

  “And I really liked you sleeping in my bed,” he whispered back. “I think you’re gorgeous.”

  I smiled. “Thanks,” I said, not knowing why I was so happy.

  I pulled him closer almost trying to push myself into him until I was safely ensconced in his arms.

  And I fell asleep.

  The Goal

  Sunlight filtered in through the windows from the Park Avenue side of the apartment and I began to stir.

  I spent half a second looking around to fully realize I was not in my bed this morning either. I looked down at Tristan's arm wrapped over my arms and holding my close to him and it all came back to me.

  My fake date. His fake date. Running into each other during our respective fake dates. Determining that the legalese used in our arrangement was silly.

  Careful, there.

  Both of us looking beautiful. Making out at the bar. Coming home.

  Home?

  That's right. Coming home to the apartment and going to his room. Undressing him and him going down on me. Making me come so hard that even into this morning I could still feel tingles of pleasure in my toes during the odd movement of the foot.

  I remember making the conscious decision to stay in his bed.

  You were sleepy and tired.

  I had enough wherewithal to realize where I was and that I wanted to stay there. That's all there was to say about that. I felt safe in Tristan's arms. I wiggled my butt a little bit and felt his thick cock resting between my ass cheeks. It felt so good, Tristan's semi-rigid member just waiting to come to life and fuck me silly with it. Was I going to indulge myself this morning? You bet I was. I was going to have that cock inside of me at least once before I got out of bed. I felt content for the first time in a long time with my lot in life.

  Maybe this is what you're supposed to feel like before he kills you...

  Some days, I really hated the voice inside me.

  There's no use hanging out naked next to a potential murderer so eventually I got up. Tristan protested in his sleep, not moving his arms and mumbling something. To be truthful, I almost gave up. But my inner monologue was right. I needed to know some answers to the mysteries that were surrounding Tristan before I went ahead and did anything else with him.

  When I had first moved into this apartment, I had done so under a different frame of mind. At that time, what Tristan did and who he was or wasn't wasn't a major consideration of mine. The main consideration was that he wasn't a psycho, and that he was physically appealing in a broad and general way. Never mind the fact that he was soul-crushingly beautiful, with his rippling arm muscles, his well-defined chest muscles, his back, shoulder and abs.

  But if I was going to start spending the night in his bed, then some of the questions that had been arising as I was snooping needed to be answered before I could feel comfortable being in his presence.

  You should sit down and ask him.

  What I really needed to do was take a day that Tristan was working and spend the majority of it snooping. And this time, I needed to bring some real CIA shit. I needed to go all counter-intelligence on the man.

  Basically, you can't take naps throughout the day.

  I had my questions set up from yesterday. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 6:23 am. Tristan would be waking up for work soon, being Friday, and going about his day. I decided it would probably be best if I got as much done as soon as he left, rather than leaving it to wait. Cooking and cleaning could come later today.

  I wondered if Donna Reed ever had a same problem.

  Until then, you gotta act like nothing happened out of the ordinary.

  If I was supposed to act like nothing happened out of the ordinary, I quickly went to my room, closed the door, and got into bed. Pulling the covers over myself, I realized that while I could get at least a good solid five hours before I absolutely had to do more snooping. So I did the most natural thing a woman my age could do.

  I went back to sleep.

  Twenty minutes later there was a knock at my door, and I got up to open it.

  I opened the door to see Tristan standing there. His eyes expanded like saucer spoons when he saw me.

  And I realized that I was still completely naked f
rom his room.

  I arched my eyebrows, as if walking around and opening doors naked wasn't a big deal for me. "Can I help you?" I asked, trying to be cute but showing that I was tired at the same time.

  "Hey, good morning," Tristan said. "I'll be home early tonight, and..."

  I nodded my head as he trailed off, my eyes holding out hope. He must have seen the look in my eyes, because it gave him almost a renewed strength to continue. "Since I'm getting off early, you want to go enjoy the city tonight?"

  "Sure," I said with a very bright smile. "I'd actually love that so much. What time will you be home?"

  He shrugged. "I'll be home by five, maybe earlier."

  I nodded and we made a few more minor plans for what to do. It was agreed that I would meet him at the Irish bar last night.

  "Hey, do you remember the name of that bar, by the way?" I asked Tristan as he headed int the living room.

  Tristan laughed out loud. "You know I've lived here for the last eight months and I never actually figured out that bar's name.

  New information!

  There was something very familiar about that eight month milestone, but for the life of me I just couldn’t place my finger on it. "I'm just about to take a shower, would you like to keep me company?" I asked, sticking my tongue out in a playful way to Tristan.

  He smiled wistfully. "I need to get to work, but I'll see you tonight."

  Once he was gone, I pounced. First thing I did was run into the shower. I got ready for the day and planned out my plan of attack as I lathered myself up with the body soap. I would attack the closet first. Then I would replace everything once I had my answers. The questions I had already written down the night before. This was going to be a clean, militarily precise operation.

  An operation that never got off the ground. I heard my phone ringing the moment I got out of the shower and I quickly went to grab it.

  "Hello?" I answered into the phone.

  "Hi, is this Alicia Sutherland?" a feminine voice with a hint of the South asked at the other end of the line.

  "It is," I answered, awaiting the next question or comment from Southern Lady.

  "My name is Jaime, and I'm calling from the Human Resources department at Carter Jeffries," the Southern Lady known as Jaime replied.

  Carter Jeffries? Where is that name familiar from?

  I wracked my brain trying to think if I had applied for a job at a place called Carter Jeffries.

  "You applied for a position in our relationship management division, and I'm reaching out to you today because we really liked your resume and application," Jaime began. It came back to me - I had applied to a job at the investment bank Carter Jeffries. At the time, I did it on a lark with no real thought of whether I would take it or not. The whole thing seemed so out of the realm of possibility that I just submitted the application for shits and giggles. I hoped everything that I had put on the application was legit.

  "Thanks," I replied.

  "We'd like to call you in for an interview for an Analyst role here at Carter Jeffries. We think that based on the unique skill set that you demonstrated as well as your written skills, you'd go far with the Firm."

  Ho-ly shit!

  "Wow," I said into the phone. "I don't know what to say."

  There was light laughter. "Well say that you're free to meet us next Friday at 3 pm?"

  I looked at my calendar. Aside from work nothing else was holding me back. I nodded vigorously until I realized people couldn't see me over the phone. "Yes, yes, that works," I said.

  "Great. I look forward to seeing you then. I'd advise you to have a look at our website in case you have any questions. Other than that, I look forward to meeting you in person next Friday, Alicia."

  I barely had a chance to thank the HR person when they hung up.

  An interview with an investment bank? This shit was starting to get real. I smiled to myself. Tristan would probably be pretty proud of me.

  "Hey, just got a great piece of news. Guess who has an interview for a real job next Friday? Thats right! Me! Got an interview for a marketing Analyst position at Carter Jeffries," I texted Tristan.

  I knew it was only half an hour since he had left, but I figured he'd see it by the time he got to the office. Maybe he would be sitting in a meeting and he would think of me. His cock would get a little hard as he thought about fucking me. I'd be bending over his desk, my arms holding on and my ass jutting back as he took his long, thick, throbbing cock and put it inside of me. Maybe he'd get a bit hot as he wondered what it would be like to pound me over and over on that conference table as I looked back at him and moaned in ecstasy. As waves of pleasure coursed through me and my face became contorted with lust, would he come inside of me or would he pull out and spray his seed all over my body? Would I clean myself up or would I use my fingers to wipe him off and bring him to my lips?

  I promised myself that one of these days I would surprise Tristan with sex in his office. Just to do it. And regardless of what he was doing, I realized that I had been daydreaming now, staring off out the window as I thought about him having sex with me.

  Girl! Snap the fuck out of it!

  It was already late morning and I was standing naked (still) with the shower running and thinking of a man who would come and fuck me.

  Yeah, he got you off real good last night...

  I needed to get some of my shit together. I quickly finished my shower and finally put on some clothes. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There, wrapped in Saran Wrap was a glazed donut with a Post-It that just said "Alicia".

  Awwwww. He got you your favorite donut from the office donut tray...

  Tristan was turning out to be less of a creep and more of an enigma than I had ever thought possible. Someone who had the emotional intelligence to be able to surprise me with breakfast with something so simple as a day-old donut from his office donut-table was not maladjusted and incapable of discovering a woman.

  Someone who could get me off with the frequency and technique that he had demonstrated last night had been around plenty of girls. Maybe too many to want to know how many he had been around. But he definitely knew his way down there. It was like he knew everything about my sex parts. This was a far cry from the man I generally dated and I appreciated it. But someone like that had no problem keeping a girl happy.

  And someone who had an apartment on Park Avenue with who knows how much money flowing through him and who looked like a serious Greek God come to life to come fuck me would have absolutely no trouble at all getting a first impression look from women. Once they found out what he was like, they wouldn't let something like this go. Tristan should have been snapped up years ago.

  This led me to only conclusion.

  He's an axe murderer.

  There was something going on, and I was going to get to the bottom of it today.

  The Confession

  First thing that came out of the closet was the finance binder. I pulled out my phone and started taking pictures – in case I didn’t get done today or needed to refer back. Yup, I was right – we were dealing in transfers in the hundreds of millions of dollars here and there between accounts. The same way I might move $500 to a retirement account.

  Who the fuck is this guy?

  The second thing that came out was a box full of letters. I started going through them one by one. A lot of them looked foreign in their return address – St. Maalden – I didn’t actually know where that was, but I wrote it down to check once I got the chance to from my room. The letters seemed to stop apparently at a certain point, and I realized I would have to go through them to figure out what happened to Nadia.

  I almost didn’t see the article until it fell out of the photo album. It was old and frayed and I only noticed it when I looked down. It was an old newspaper clipping and I pulled it up, looking at it first with idle curiosity more than anything else. I began to scan, and then my eyes widened and I began to sit back and really read.

  St
. Maalden – The nation was stunned yesterday as the Royal Family was caught up in the latest wave of terror attacks that have gripped the city. Royal separatists bombed a royal motorcade as it was on it’s way through the city that left 10 dead and 14 wounded, including among them, Princess Nadia and her daughter Princess Penny. Prince Tristan had been away on business at the time and was not caught in the explosion but sources confirmed that the Prince had returned immediately upon hearing news of the attack. There was very little to be done however, as both members of the Royal Family were killed upon impact. Investigative authorities believe that the attack was caused by two IEDs – or improvised explosive devices – that were attached to the Royal motorcade. Investigators from Interpol as well as the Federal Bureau of Investigation in the United States have shared data that points to the explosions being the work of homegrown terrorists rather than foreign agents.

  Prince Tristan?

  “So they really are dead,” I said, more to myself than anyone else.

  “Yeah, they died five years ago,” a voice said behind me as I jerked back, startled. My heart racing, I looked back. Tristan was standing there, hands in his pockets, looking at me. “I came back to warn you not to take the job with Carter Jeffries. I didn’t realize you were, uhh, ‘cleaning’.”

  “How long have you been spying on me?” I asked, a wave of indignation washing through me.

  He shrugged. “Since you started going through the letters,” he said evenly.

  I held up the newspaper article angrily. “Why didn’t you tell me that they died?”

  “What would you want me to say?” he asked.

  Tears were streaming down my eyes at this point. “I don’t know,” I confessed. “The truth? I’ve been thinking you’re an axe murderer this entire time.”

  “Really?” Tristan asked, more than a little bit taken aback. “Why?”

  Tears, long held back from days of keeping my composure, were now falling freely. “Because!” I exclaimed. That took him aback and I would have left it there but even I realized how utterly silly that sounded.