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

by Victoria Cabot

  Yes, love. Had I ever felt like that? Sure, I had had crushes, I had felt affection and even passion. But this? This was something else. This was like a tidal wave, one that swept you out of your feet and dragged you back to the ocean. It was something wild and exciting and, at the same time, the most comforting thing in the world. In one word, it was perfection.

  I ran my hands through his hair, lost in his embrace.

  "I love you, Tristan." I whispered, his closeness making my body boil. He licked his lips and looked me in the eyes, his face as serious as I had ever seen it.

  "I know." He said offhandedly, winking at me playfully as if he was Han fucking Solo.

  "Asshole." I laughed, pinching his chest between my fingers. He pulled my back off the wall and, still carrying me, walked across the room and lay me down on the mattress. I fell gently, breathing deeply as he climbed on top of me, his movements quick and agile. He put one hand on my hip and leaned into me, his face so close to mine our noses almost brushed against each other.

  "I love you too, Alicia. Never doubt that. Not for one second," he said, this time leaving all playfulness out from his voice. I smiled gently at him, my heart turning to mush. With both hands on his face, I reached for him and brushed my lips gently against his. I didn't know why but, hearing him say it... I needed that. Badly.

  His fingertips brushed against my belly, slowing climbing up my stomach and meeting the soft flesh of my breasts. He cupped them, gently squeezing as my nipples peeked between his outstretched fingers. I put my hands over his, making him squeeze harder as I wriggled under his touch.

  I pushed my hips upwards, my crotch meeting his. Lacing my legs behind his back I reeled him in, the bulge under his boxers rubbing between my thighs. God, I needed that. Clawing with my hands at his back I kept thrusting with my hips, grinding against his cock desperately.

  His pants came down as I pushed them with jerking motions, grabbing at the hem of his boxers in the process and sending it all down his legs. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled free of the rest of his clothing; the sight of his naked body made my heart kick, punch and scream against my chest, anxiety seeping through to my blood. As if with a will of its own, my hand darted down and grabbed his cock, my fingers curling around his thick shape quickly. I felt him pulse against my hand, his desire for mim palpable - was there anything better in the whole world?

  I started stroking him hard, my hand tracing the whole length of his member. I couldn't shake off the desire to simply guide him inside me, but I was patient - we weren’t going anywhere soon. Still grabbing his cock, I put one hand on his hip and made him roll to the side; I jumped on top of him, leaning in so that he could reach my breasts with his mouth. He did it happily, wrapping his full lips around my nipple and sucking eagerly as I moaned, my hand still going up and down on his cock.

  I pulled back then, my nipple popping out of his mouth. I pointed his cock up and, my eyes locked on Tristan's, I lowered myself, reaching for his member with my mouth. I let my tongue part my lips and brushed it against his tip, covering every single inch with hungry circular movements. Opening my mouth I then wrapped my lips around his glans, sucking as I slid back up. I could almost feel him shudder in anticipation as I did it over and over again. Only when he seemed to expect me to carry on like that did I allow myself to go deeper, sliding his cock deep inside my mouth in one fast motion. He gasped, his hands darting to my head and grabbing at the roots of my hair.

  I took a moment to look into his face, my heart fluttering at the sight of him contorting in pleasure.

  "Someone's enjoying this way too much..." I grinned at him, a look that pleaded for more lightng up his face. I went back at it, guiding his cock to my mouth and placing it right over my tongue, his scent scratching at that sweet spot in my mind. If he was enjoying it, what could I say about me? I was loving it so much I could go on forever.

  He had other plans though.

  Pushing my head back, he lay one hand across my hips and pushed me to the side; in a heartbeat he was on top on me, pulling my yoga pants down my legs in one swift motion.

  See? It’s not rocket science!

  He slid one finger up my leg and traced the contour of my groin, went up to the hem of my thong and then back down again, brushing over my pussy. I squirmed, anxious for his touch, but he took his time, gently brushing his fingers over my pussy as I became as wet as the Pacific. Then, as if he felt I was ready for whatever he wanted to do with me, he hooked his fingers on my thong and pushed it down my legs. Parting my knees he opened my legs and knelt between them.

  I ran my tongue over my lips, anticipating what was to come. He lay on the mattress, positioning his face between my thighs. Starting from the bottom he licked my pussy upwards, a shiver furiously crawling up my spine. He went back down again, taking his time with each stroke. When he pressed one finger above my clit I was already panting, feverishly craving for him to stop the teasing.

  Gently he rubbed my clit, my hips swaying unconsciously and matching the rhythm of his tongue. I grabbed his hair, feeling the slight bob of his head as he licked me, my pussy in flames as his lips sucked and kissed. I locked my legs on his back, thrusting my pussy against his face as if I was possessed.

  Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

  I was out of control and, judging by the way his tongue furiously licked me, he was enjoying it as much as me - if that was even possible. I kept pressing against him until I started to feel that familiar pressure, one that made me clench my insides and brace myself for the incoming wave.

  I gritted my teeth and let a moan escape between them as my body shook, that electric orgasm travelling outwards from my pussy to my limbs, and finally nestling inside my mind. My skin prickled and I exhaled deeply, fully knowing that Tristan wouldn't stop there. Hell, he was just starting.

  He kept lapping at me, slowing down just enough for me to regain my strengths. He caressed my clit with his tongue, gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive it felt. But as I started moaning once more he went back to that vicious rhythm. I bit my lip and grabbed at the sheets, my clit still so sensitive that each time his tongue touched it I felt as if I had been hit by lightning. And I loved it.

  I was already arching my back when he slid one finger inside me, prodding and exploring carefully, my whole body twitching in pleasure. I opened my legs wider as he slid one more finger inside, pulling them in and out furiously as he kept licking my clit.

  I could even feel my jaw quivering, my whole body buzzing and making my muscles tense up as a bowstring pulled to its maximum.

  "Tristan..." I called, loving the way his name rolled over my tongue. I could say it over and over again and never tire. "Tristan..."

  I was still saying his name when my muscles shook once more, licked by the furious flames of pleasure. I thrust my pussy against his fingers, making him bury them deep as his name turned into a scream, thick beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and plastering my hair down.

  He gave one gentle kiss there before sliding out his fingers, carefully climbing over me and kissing my cheek, right over the corner of my mouth. I could taste myself in his lips and I loved it - I loved how he wanted me, I loved how he couldn't get enough of my body.

  "More..." I begged, not caring if my body still hadn’t recovered. He eased his body into me, his cock parting my labia wide as his shaft fought against my inner walls, lodging itself deep inside of me. I grabbed his ass cheeks, my fingers like claws, and pulled him in, forcing his cock down as far as it could go. Then I relaxed my hold and he went back, only his tip inside of me. He held his position there, teasing, and I buried my fingertips in the smooth skin of his ass. "Please..."

  In one swift motion he pierced me, his shaft travelling down its whole length inside of me. In and out he went, each coming and going driving me utterly and completely mad.

  "Harder!" I moaned between gritted teeth, my hands forcing him up and down in a frenzy. I had Tristan-fever and it was perfect.

  He kept thr
usting me as I embraced him, my breasts pinned between our bodies. It might be a cliché, but I would have given anything to remain like that. It was more than sex - it was closeness, it was... love. And, by God, it was everything I needed.

  With my eyes shut close, bodies and souls as one, I came once more. My pussy tightened around his cock like a vice and still he kept going as a sea of pleasure licked at my body.

  "I can't have enough of you..." I told him, making sure that he knew it. It was a truth so perfect that I just couldn't keep it to myself. I nibbled at his earlobe as the orgasm washed back over me, my muscles twitching, tensing and relaxing all at once. I was a hot mess and, still, I wanted more. I wanted it so much more... I knew I wouldn't be happy until my muscles ached and my legs became so weak I wouldn't be able to stand.

  I ran my hand over his face and up through his hair, taking in the beautiful sight of him. I placed both hands on his chest and smiled at him.

  "Make me yours, Tristan..."

  "If you say so," he grinned at me, a grin that told me I was in for a world of ecstasy. He took his hands to my hips and made me roll, my belly down on the mattress and my back and ass turned to him. His hands ran down my back and over the curve of my ass; he slid his fingers under it and, finding my pussy, slid one finger inside. I wriggled my hips, anxious for his cock. I didn't have to wait long - with his hands on my lower back, his fingers gently resting over my dimples, he eased himself in. His body was on top of mine, rocking softly and pressing me down on the mattress.

  I grabbed a pillow and placed it under my head, burying my face there as he softly went in and out of me. He was doing it slowly and gently, as if he had all the time in the world. And, if it was up to me, he could have as much time as he wanted to explore my body.

  He kept going for I don't know how long, each stroke of his cock slowly lowering me down into a world where time was irrelevant. For the first time in my life I came like that, pleasure drawn out of me with gentleness and care. There was no need for harshness or for him to go harder... Just slow and steady, his body on top of mine, his breath against my neck - what more did I need?

  I moaned and whispered his name, both things sounding the same to me. My body tingled, a sense of pure bliss washing over me.

  "Oh, Tristan..." I purred, a satisfying numbness taking hold of my limbs.

  Still inside of me he hooked his fingers on my hips and made me lift my ass up as he rose, his knees firmly planted on the mattress. I rose as well, propping myself up on my elbows and thrusting my ass back, his cock as hard as it had ever been. He started as slow as before but his pace grew steadily. Soon enough his thighs were slapping my ass, the sound of it wild and free. He rammed me hard, each stroke of his forcing me to scream louder and louder. I could feel nothing but the rhythmic thrust of his cock - all of my body had become numb, pleasure coating all of my senses and leaving everything out.

  It wasn't sex and it wasn't making love. It was transcendence. Pure and absolute transcendence. How else to describe it? In that moment, my whole universe was his naked body - the sound he made when he breathed out, his warm skin brushing against mine, his long fingers on my lower back... It was joy, bliss and rapture all rolled into one. It was Tristan.

  Harder and harder he went, the ferocity of his body overpowering me and making my legs wobble. My elbows collapsed and I buried my face on the pillow, biting at it hard and screaming into it as he thrusted mercilessly, his hands locking me in place as a vice. I could feel the muscles in his forearms bulging, his whole body tensing up as he held his breathing and thrust so fast I was sure I'd pass out.

  But I didn't pass out - I screamed my lungs off and grabbed viciously at the sheets as thorns of a perfect orgasm laced my whole body, a high so perfect I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to think straight again. I was deep into oblivion and I wanted to stay there and drown in sweet delight. I had never felt anything like that - it was like a dream, surreal sensations crawling under my skin. I felt as if I was floating, my pussy spasming around his cock in a way I didn’t know was possible.

  Seeing me like that did it for him. Tristan thrust his cock as deeply as he could and I moaned as he came. His body was static and tense, all that tension inside of him slowly seeping out. I felt his cock spasm violently inside me, his warm semen gushing and coating my insides, filling me. To see, feel and hear his pleasure, knowing I was the responsible for it... My own orgasms seemed to pale in comparison to that feeling. I held still, breathing hard as Tristan surrendered to the crashing waves that engulfed us both.

  Only when his hands eased their grip did I lower myself on the bed, his still hard cock sliding out of me. I rolled on my back, panting, and looked up at the perfect man that towered over me.

  "I love you, Tristan... I love you so goddamn much."

  He looked back at me and, without a word, leaned in to kiss me. I submitted to his smooth lips, knowing that I would treasure that kiss forever. He lay by my side and I rested my head on his chest, feeling it go up and down gently. There in his arms I had everything I needed. I was home.

  Tristan... My Tristan.

  The Duty

  Tristan and I lay there for what seemed moments, but ended up actually being an hour. He spent the time kissing me all over my body and I spent the time asking him questions.

  “So does being your girlfriend mean I have to learn to curtsey?” I asked playfully.

  “Yes,” Tristan said, with no hint of humor.

  Fuck.

  I would have said more, but there was a sharp knocking on Tristan’s door.

  “Your Highness,” I could hear Bruno outside. “I have Maxwell with me.”

  Tristan’s head perked up. “Stay here,” he ordered me and got out of bed, putting his pants on.

  I watched as he walked out, just a body full of abs and sighed.

  Life is good.

  I heard Tristan open the door and voices outside. I wondered what was going on.

  Tristan told you to stay here. So what are you going to do?

  Right. What was I still doing in bed? I got up and put on my robe and padded outside.

  Tristan stood there with Bruno facing another man.

  All three turned to look at me. I looked at the newcomer. He was tall, almost as tall as Tristan – maybe an inch shorter. He was handsome – with blonde hair, a muscled body and icy blue eyes. His skin was flawless, and whereas Tristan had a mysterious, rugged, smoky, dark look, this man had a ingenuous, happy, laid back vibe.

  “That’s right, bro,” the man said to Tristan. “When the Queen found out that you had someone living with you, we all figured you were ready to come back,” he said, glancing at me. “That the wounds were healed.”

  Tristan looked at me. “They are.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “But that’s not all, is it?”

  The man sighed. “No. Preliminary intel from Royal Intelligence hints that a large cash transfusion was initiated from the investment bank Carter Jeffries yesterday. The Separatists are probably planning something. Big. Frankly, we need our best. And that’s you.”

  There was a very big pause. Then the stranger turned to me.

  “And so this is?” the man Bruno had referred to as Maxwell asked as he looked at me.

  “Apologies for my manners,” Tristan said, walking towards me. “Alicia, I’d like you to meet Maxwell, the current Regent in stead of me for Saint Maalden.”

  “Hello,” I said to Maxwell. The man nodded as Tristan put an arm around me, owning me in front of these men.

  “Maxwell,” he said. “I’d like you to meet Alicia, my fiancée.”

  What the holy hell fuck?

  I stood there in shock as Maxwell came up to me, grabbed my arm, and kissed my hand.

  What is going on here?!

  Tristan turned towards me. “Darling,” he said gently. “We have a very important meeting we need to get ready for, you and I. A great deal rests on the outcome. But before anything else…”

  He got down on his kne
es. “We’ve wasted too much time, darling Alicia, will you marry me?”

  “Are you seriously telling me she was your fiancee before you asked her?” Maxwell asked incredulously.

  Whoa - what is going on?!

  I stood there, in shock.

  “At least come meet some people and determine if you want to marry me or not, then,” Tristan said.

  I nodded me head. I could live with that.

  Who was I going to meet now? Presidents? Prime Ministers?

  “Who?” I croaked, still in shock and barely able to process what was going on.

  “My mother.”

  Girl, you better learn to fucking curtsey like your life depends on that shit.

  TO BE CONTINUED