by J. S. Cooper
“Touch my cock,” he said and grabbed my hand. He grinned as I squeezed it and moved my fingers up and down. “Fuck,” he growled as he grew hard and closed his eyes. “Let go,” he muttered and pushed me down onto my back again. He bent down over me and spread my legs and grinned down at me.
“I’m going to show you how a real man pleases his woman,” he said and I gasped as his mouth fell to my wetness and he licked around my throbbing clit. I felt his tongue flicking against it as he had done to my nipples in the room and I cried out, allowing the wind to carry my whimpers and moans to the flowers around us. I grabbed his hair and pushed his face into my wetness harder as his tongue entered me roughly, moving in and out with as much force as a cock. I could feel wave after wave cascading over my body as I got ready to come. And then he pulled out of me and rolled onto the ground.
“Sit on me,” he growled as he leaned over and picked me up. “Sit on me and ride me, Lola. Show me how badly you want to come.”
I looked down at his face, so sexy and gruff, and he grunted as I lowered myself onto him. I didn’t play the slow-fast game that he liked to play. I immediately started to gallop on top of him, letting myself bounce up and down on his hard cock as fast as I could. I could feel his fingers playing with my breasts as I moved up and down. I screamed when my orgasm hit and I fell forward, crushing my breasts against his chest. He grabbed my hips and I could feel him still moving inside of me for a few seconds before I felt his body shuddering as he came inside of me. We lay there for a few minutes, breathing hard and holding each other,and I stroked the side of his face, feeling content. This feeling—this feeling of warmth and love—was how it was meant to be. This feeling was perfection.
Chapter Seventeen
Xavier
I watched to make sure that Lola was sleeping before I got out of the bed to make a phone call. I was happy that she’d loved my field as much as I had. She’d loved it so much that we’d christened it, letting our love flow into the grass as we moaned and devoured each other. I smiled at the thought of Lola riding me, the sun making her glow as her hair had blown in the wind. The afternoon had been perfect and I knew that we were back on track emotionally. There was only one thing bothering me. One thing that I couldn’t get out of my mind, and that was Stephan. Stephan was the man that just wouldn’t leave me. I knew that Lola loved me. I knew that I was the one that had messed everything up and nearly lost her, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about Stephan. What would have happened if I hadn’t taken her out of the tests? I knew she’d been attracted to him, but I didn’t know if she still thought about him. I didn’t know if she wished she could have seen what he had to offer. I picked up the phone and wondered if I was crazy. I had to be out of my mind to be making this call. I had no idea what I was thinking, but I knew that if I loved Lola, I had to put her first. I had to give her the option. Before she became mine forever, I had to let her go, let her make a decision that could break me. When I’d taken her from the test, I’d done it for me and her. I’d done it because I’d been scared. I’d done it because I didn’t want her to have access to Stephan anymore. I was worried that he had some spell over her when he saw her. I was still worried, but I knew that if I loved her, I had to trust her. I had to let her have the option. I stood next to the wall and gripped the phone as I waited for Stephan to answer. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but I knew that for love and for Lola, I had to make this call.
Chapter Eighteen
Lola
I woke up the next morning feeling satiated and happy. All of my worries and anger were miraculously gone. I wasn’t sure how or why all of my sorrow had fled, but I was happy that it had. I stretched out in the bed and looked around, wondering where Xavier had gone. I jumped up out of bed, pulled my nightdress on and walked towards the door so I could go and look for him. I padded down the corridor wondering what we were going to do next. I could barely keep up with Xavier and his plans, but I knew I had to find out. I knew that Anna was likely waiting on my call. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell her everything that had happened since our last call. I wasn’t even sure she’d believe me. I wasn’t even sure that I believed myself.
I turned the corner and gasped as I saw Stephan walking towards me with a huge smile on his face. My heart flipped as he looked me over and I could feel my legs shaking as I stared at him. What was going on?
“Lola,” he said, his blue eyes piercing into mine as he stopped in front of me and touched my cheek.
“Stephan, what are you doing here?” I asked in shock and then frowned. He gave me a small smile and opened the door to my left.
“Come,” he said and walked into the room. I followed behind him in a daze, not even understanding what I was doing.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said breathlessly as I stood in front of Stephan in the small room. He closed the door behind me and locked it. My heart started racing and I looked away in fear. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said again, looking at him in shock. Why was he here? And why had I come in here with him?
“Why not?” He cocked his head to the side and studied my face. “You’re so beautiful, Lola Franklin, my American princess.”
“I’m not your American princess,” I said, feeling confused at the joy his words had brought to me.
“You could be,” he said and he stepped towards me again. “Wouldn’t you like to be with a man that knows in his heart and soul that you are all he needs? Don’t you want that, Lola?”
“You don’t care about me. This is just a game to you,” I said, frowning. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know all I need to know,” he said gently. “I knew all I needed to know the first time I saw you. It was a game to Casper and to Xavier, Lola,” he said, his voice intense. “But to me… to me, it is anything but a game.”
“I don’t know what you want,” I said and took a step back. “Please just let me go.”
“You know the one thing I regret from that night,” Stephan said, his voice husky as he stepped closer to me and changed the subject. I shook my head and took another step back. “You know the one thing I would change.”
I shook my head again without speaking and his eyes narrowed as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me towards him.
“Ask me, Lola. Ask me the one thing I wish I could have changed.” His face was right next to mine now and he looked directly into my eyes. “Ask me.” His voice was urgent and I swallowed hard.
“What?” I squeaked out, my heart racing as my skin burned at being so close to him. “What’s the one thing you would have changed?”
“I wish it had been my cock that would have brought you to orgasm.” He groaned against my ear as he pulled me into him harder. I could feel his erection against my stomach as he ground himself into me. “I wish it had been my cock instead of the feather.”
“You couldn’t have entered me.” I swallowed hard. “It was against the rules of the round. You couldn’t have entered me.”
“I know,” he said and he pulled back, muttering against my lips as he continued to hold me against him. “It would have been against the rules, but I would have entered you anyway; swiftly, deeply and all-consuming. I would have entered you and pulled out so fast that you would have almost imagined that it had never happened, except for the feeling inside of you that would have been begging me to enter you again.”
“You would have been disqualified,” I said, my voice wobbly, and conveniently forgetting that I’d had my panties on. Even if he had wanted to accidently slip inside of me, he wouldn’t have been able to.
“I wouldn’t have cared,” he said. “I wouldn’t have cared if I’d been disqualified or if I’d lost my crown. Not if that one moment could have changed the future. For I know, dear Lola, that once my cock was inside of you—once you felt my power, our connection, how perfectly I would have fit inside of you—you wouldn’t have cared either. You wouldn’t have given Xavier another thought. You would have known that I
was the perfect match for you. The perfect fit. I brought you to orgasm with a feather and a knuckle. I had you moaning on the bed, spreading your legs, parting your lips, your head was feverish. All for me, Lola. All for me and my touch. If I had been inside of you, for even one second, it would have all been over. You would have been mine. Possessed. Taken. Captivated. All mine.” He groaned and pressed his lips against mine softly. For a second we just stood there. For a second all I could feel was his hardness against me. All I could see was the desire in his eyes. All I could hear was his deep breathing and then mine as I stood there, my lips soft and parted against him.
“Let me fuck you, Lola. Let me take you. Give me a chance to show you that I’m the man for you.” His need was guttural and the response in my belly was swift.
“I love Xavier,” I said, my heart rate slowing as I pushed him away from me. I gazed up into his aqua-blue eyes and blinked. “I love Xavier,” I said again, stronger this time, my voice loud and clear. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Don’t fight me, Lola. Don’t fight us. This is what you want. You know that in your heart of hearts. You know that in-between your legs. You know that by the wetness in your panties and the tightness in your nipples. You know your stomach is curling in anticipation, wanting to know what it would be like to be fucked by me. You know you want this. You know you’ve thought about me. Most likely every night. Every night Xavier enters you, you’re secretly wishing it were me. Every time he touches you, you’re…” His voice trailed off as he realized that I wasn’t looking at him or even paying him any attention. “Lola,” he said and he looked at me. “What are you thinking?” This time his voice was unsure and I looked at him pityingly as I realized how wrong he was.
“I’ve never once thought of you, Stephan.” I gazed at his handsome face that had bewitched me the first time that I’d seen him and smiled widely. “I love Xavier. I love him with all my heart. I love him more than anything and he loves me. I know this to be true. I know that he loves me. And, no, I don’t want you. I don’t need you inside of me to know that I don’t want you.”
“What are you saying?” His eyes flashed at me. “Are you stupid? I’m telling you that I will take you. I will marry you. I will make you mine. Even though you have been soiled by Xavier. I will still make an honest woman of you. You can have me, Lola. You can have it all. I have more riches than Xavier. More power. More everything. I can give you the world.”
“I don’t want the world, or you.” I shook my head. “What you have, Stephan, is sex appeal. That’s it. And all you are is sex. But that’s not enough. That’s not love. And that’s not life. That’s not anything. You can keep your sex. You can keep your erection. You can keep your panty-wetting smoothness. I don’t need to be with you to know what I want. I don’t need to be with you to know that I love Xavier. He is everything to me. He is my heart. He’s all I need and want. But thank you for coming. Thank you for clearing something up in my mind. I was so angry with myself for what happened. I was so confused at why I’d been so turned on, but it wasn’t you. It was me. I’m a sexual being. I’m a woman and I’m not going to be ashamed if I have a natural reaction. But that’s all it is, is a reaction. I’m not doing anything to you. I don’t want you. Do you hear me, Stephan? I don’t want you.”
He looked back at me in shock, his face tight. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Xavier is the one that told me to come.” His voice was choked and I started laughing.
“I know exactly what I’m saying, Stephan. Now get out of here.” I watched as he unlocked the door and hurried out of the room. I stood there for a few seconds and took a deep breath before exiting the room. Xavier and I needed to have a serious talk, but I wasn’t angry. I knew exactly why Xavier had told Stephan to come see me. He wanted to make sure that I was confident in my decision. He wanted to let me know that I still had an out. He loved me enough to risk letting me go to someone else. I loved him and hated him for it. I laughed as I ran down the stairs and looked for him. I had a feeling that this was how our relationship was going to go. It would never be perfect, but that was okay. As long as we had love, we’d be able to get through it all.
Chapter Nineteen
Xavier
The squealing of Stephan’s car wheels fifteen minutes after he’d arrived made me smile. I pumped my fist in the air and then jumped out of my chair. I felt high on life and I knew that I should wipe the smile off of my face before Lola found me. I could hear her footsteps coming closer to my study as she walked and I knew that she was looking for me and was probably ready to scream and shout at what I’d done. I knew I’d been immature—stupid,even—to invite Stephan over. It wasn’t even that I was testing her. I trusted Lola with all my heart. I just wanted to ensure that I was the one for her, the one that she wanted, deep inside her heart and soul.
“Xavier,” she called out as she walked down the corridor and made her way to the study.
“I’m in here,” I called out as I fell to the floor and grabbed the box out of my pocket.
“Xavier, you’re an asshole, you know that.” Her voice was annoyed as she walked into my study. Her jaw dropped open as she looked at me down on my knees, with the ring box open in front of me. “Xavier?” she said, her voice unsure now. “What’s going on?”
“Lola Franklin, from the first time I saw you in London, I knew that you were someone special. I knew that you were the someone special. I might be a prince, and I might be your professor, but we both know I’m still human. I’ve still made mistakes. Lola Franklin, I want you to know that I love you more than life itself. And I wanted to make sure that, before I asked you to be mine, I gave you every opportunity to choose someone else. I love you enough to want you to be with someone else if that was what you wanted.”
“Xavier,” Lola started, her face warm and her eyes glowing, “you’re the only one that I want.”
“Lola, you don’t know how happy you make me when you say those words.” I took the ring out of the box and held it up to her. “Will you marry me, Lola Franklin? Will you make me the happiest man in the world?”
“Yes, Xavier.” She beamed as I slid the ring onto her finger. “I’ll marry you.”
I jumped up then and pulled her into my arms. “I’ll look after you and protect you forever, Lola.” I kissed her cheeks and her lips and she giggled as she kissed me back softly.
“And one other thing...” she said softly as her voice trailed off.
“Yes? Anything, my darling,” I said, curious, wondering what was making her blush.
“Will you continue to be adventurous in the bedroom?” she said mischievously. “I kinda liked that pain and pleasure thing you did.”
“Your wish is my desire.” I laughed as my hands slid to her ass and slapped it quickly before rubbing it gently. “I’ll do anything you want me to.” She gazed up at me and wrapped her arms around my neck and I kissed her eagerly, loving the warmth of her body against mine. I knew in that moment that we could get through anything that life had to throw at us. I might be Lola’s Prince Charming, but she was my forever princess.
Epilogue
Lola
There are three things you should know about me:
1. I believe in love with all my heart.
2. Every night, I dream about the Prince Charming that I get to spend the rest of my life with.
3. I’m a walking contradiction.
And upon further thought, there is one last thing you should know about me. I received an envelope a couple of months ago and all it held was a feather and a piece of paper. On the piece of paper there was one sentence. One sentence that I think about every day. One sentence that I dismiss from my mind whenever it starts to make me warm and cozy or whenever it starts to make me worried and afraid. I keep the letter because as much as the writer is correct, he is also wrong. I read the letter whenever I want to remind myself of who I am and where I’ve been. I read the letter to remind myself that I’m not perfect. I
read the letter to remind myself that life isn’t black and white. Love isn’t perfect and Prince Charmings are just regular men. I read the letter to remind myself that I have my happily-ever-after and that it’s all I could have ever asked for. Yes, when I read the words in the letter, it makes me pause. The writer, you see, wrote one simple sentence: “In the darkness, you will always remember me.” And he’s correct. I will always remember him, but not for the reasons that he thinks. In the darkness, I remember the confusion. In the darkness, I remember the exact moment that I realized that Xavier was a mortal—a human being like me. That he made mistakes and I made mistakes and that was okay. As long as we could both forgive and forget. As long as we could grow. And grow we did. Yes, Stephan had touched a primal part of me that took me on a short walk on the dark side, but the memory of that walk only made me stronger. The memory of that walk made me realize that I had the best man in the world. The memory of the feather and the memory of the darkness only showed me that I’d kept the one man in my life who was right for me. Xavier Van Romerius was my Prince Charming and the fact that I’d captured his heart was the only thing that mattered. I smiled every time I saw that letter now because it reminded me of where I’d been and where I am now. I smiled because it made me excited for my future. I smiled because it reminded me that I’m engaged —for real this time—to marry the only man I’ve ever loved. The only one who can really turn me on, heart and soul. I smile because I know that when I walk down the aisle at my wedding in front of all of my guests, including Stephan, I’m not going to be the one thinking about what went on in the dark.<3
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