The King's Virgin Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 1)

by Natalie Knight

  Surprisingly, to Eli’s credit, that’s actually pretty fucking safe.

  I dip a finger beneath my skirt and bring it to his lips, soaked in my honey.

  “You tell me.”

  Eli takes the finger into his mouth and sucks hard. Like, fuck. It makes me think how it might feel to have that mouth on my clit in a few minutes.

  “Mmmm,” he moans, deep and low. “Yeah, you’re ready, alright. Deep breath, babe.”

  We duck out of the limo together and straight into the limelight.

  “Mr. Kennedy! Did you have a good night, Eli?” a paparazzo shouts.

  “Over here, Eli! Wow…one date for three men, can’t imagine what’s going on in that apartment tonight…”

  “Three’s company, four’s an orgy, am I right, Mr. Kennedy?”

  I don’t want to say that it turns me on, being photographed like this. Like, I’m not Sofie Carson, aspiring porn star. I’m Sofie Carson, overworked biology undergrad and BioKin intern.

  But ducked beneath Eli’s suit jacket with only a barrage of flashing lights, a little bit of sidewalk, my cum-covered cleavage, and my slutty stiletto heels in sight? I’m not gonna lie—by the time we get inside the building, I’m so wet, my thighs are fucking slick.

  What can I say? There’s something undeniably sexy about the danger of getting caught.

  Once we’re inside, security takes care of the rest. From the safety of the private elevator to Oliver’s penthouse, we all let out the collective breath it seems we’ve been holding.

  “Fucking paparazzi,” Lucas scowls. His hair falls down over his forehead. He looks unhinged.

  “Don’t worry about anything they said to you, Sofie,” Oliver reassures me as he hits the up button. “They were just trying to get a rise out of us.”

  “Out of Lucas, more like,” Eli laughs. He eases his suit jacket back off my head and settles it around my shoulders instead. The silk lining feels…weirdly good as it smears against the cum that my men have left there. “He’s a bit infamous when it comes to dealing with photographers.”

  Lucas cracks his knuckles forebodingly. “And I prefer it that way, thanks.”

  “But what about you, Sofie? This has been a roller coaster of a night for you, hasn’t it?” Oliver asks. “How are you feeling? You okay?”

  I settle back with Eli’s jacket around my shoulders, taking it all in. Oliver looks sweetly concerned.

  You can tell Eli’s family is all wrapped up in politics; he looks cool as a glass of expensive whiskey filled with ice. Lucas looks like he wants to hit something.

  And me? My heart’s pounding so hard against my ribcage, it feels like it might burst right out and ruin this pretty dress that Chloe’s loaned me. Speaking of Chloe—I remember the bet we made earlier and consider my losses if I tell these three impossibly handsome men what I want to say next.

  Aw, fuck it.

  The bet was for a five-way, anyway, and right now, it’s just the four of us.

  Chloe can go eat worms.

  “I want to be fucked,” I admit, laughing slightly at the audacity of it all.

  Oliver is right. Tonight has been a roller coaster.

  Greg. Crème brûlée. Fooling around in the limo.

  Photographers. The cum still dripping down my neck.

  By some standards, this would be a train wreck.

  But I’m an eternal optimist. Growing up in the foster system, you have to be.

  And after all I’ve been through tonight? I’ve fucking earned it.

  “Say that again,” Lucas says, straightening. He’s got a wild, dark look in his pale blue eyes. His voice is a low, animalistic growl.

  Oliver and Eli have the same fucking look in their eyes. All three men are circling around me like wolves cornering a particularly tasty morsel of prey.

  I lick my lips.

  “I said I want to be fucked.”

  “That’s what I thought you said.” Lucas’ lips are curled in a cruel smile.

  The elevator dings.

  The doors open.

  And it’s on.

  Lucas has me first. His lips are on mine in an instant. His fingers claim my throat. His arm presses against my back at my waist, and then my feet are off the ground, and we’re spinning.

  He pulls me out of the elevator like I’m light as a feather. When he pulls away from the kiss in a snarl, I can see the cum from my face glistening on his cheek.

  Eli’s lips. His tongue probes into my mouth and I can taste the gentle burn of whiskey on his kiss. We’re spinning again—

  And suddenly, I’m in Oliver’s arms. He tastes like the wine we had at dinner. Elegant. Cultured. Perfectly sweet and tart, deep and rich all at once.

  Eli’s suit jacket slips to the floor. With a fluid motion from Oliver’s fingers at my zipper, my dress follows.

  The second I step out of it, their hands are all over me. Hungry. Merciless.

  They grope at my breasts. Pinch my nipples. Claw over my stomach. Dig their fingers into the meat of my ass.

  Somehow, we end up in the living room on a plush white fur rug.

  “Cruelty-free,” Oliver reassures me before dipping his mouth down to suck my nipple between his lips.

  “Not for long,” Lucas says, smacking my ass and biting down on my neck.

  “You’re soaked,” Eli says, stroking two fingers between my legs. They push through my slit and press into me in an explosion of mental fireworks.

  I gasp. “Ohmygod.”

  “Tell me you want me,” Eli says.

  From the look on his face right now, I’m not sure that he could stop even if I wanted to say no.

  Which I fucking don’t.

  “Please,” is all I can manage to say to him.

  Apparently, please is good enough.

  He drops to his knees, pulling his tie loose and letting it dangle attractively against his chest. He licks me like a man starved, slurping up my honey, as my clit throbs in time to the motions of Oliver’s tongue against my nipple and Lucas’ tongue against my neck.

  But for a man like Eli, a taste is never enough. Before long, he’s working his cock out of his pants again.

  “You’re hard again already?” I gasp, watching it throb all hard and thick as he takes it in his fist.

  “Quick reload time,” Eli gasps back, coming up for air.

  “That makes two of us,” Lucas growls.

  “Three,” says Oliver.

  I hear the sound of two zippers being undone, then feel two iron-hard cocks being slapped against my thighs.

  As Eli lays back on the rug, pulling me down with him, I don’t even have time to consider what the hell I’m going to do with all of these cocks at once. Earlier in the limo, when I had them all lined up in a nice little row, it seemed easy. Manageable.

  But this is lust. Carnal, visceral and immediate. I’ve given these men the go-ahead, and they’re going to take my body however they want it.

  That’s the thought in my head when Eli positions my cunt over his massive 12-inch dick and pushes it in me with a hard, brief thrust.

  And like, fuck.

  One thrust of one dick, and I’m already close to fucking orgasming.

  Two more cocks to go.

  Oliver’s choice is obvious. He moves in front of me, smoothing back my bangs. For a second, I see red. Then I open my mouth for him, and he shoves his cock between my lips.

  I’ve been licking them so much this evening, they’re slick and ready for me, and he takes full advantage.

  Choking on Oliver’s cock only makes me wetter, which feels amazing when Lucas’ hand wraps around my hip and his fingers start teasing my clit.

  “My, my, my,” he coos down to me, stroking my clit with one hand and my back with the other.

  Beneath me, Eli teases my nipples with his own fingers, forcing me to moan desperately into Oliver’s cock.

  “Poor Sofie,” Lucas says in that sexy slight Southern drawl of his. “Looks like all your holes are all booked u
p.”

  All but one, I realize, just as Lucas’ hand slides down my back and dips between the cheeks of my ass.

  “All but one,” Lucas echoes my thoughts exactly. I hear him spit on his fingers as he teases the tight pucker of my asshole. “I know you’re a good girl, Sofie…hope you don’t mind if I, heh. Come in the back door.”

  If he was any less handsome or I was any less of a slut, I would have punched him then and there for that terrible fucking pun.

  Instead, I arch my back for him as he slips his fingers into my ass, lubing it up with his saliva. As the head of his cock pushes into the space that his fingers quickly vacate, I moan again against Oliver’s cock in my throat.

  “Mm. Tight fit,” Lucas comments.

  I’m not surprised. With Eli currently stretching out my cunt, I can’t imagine there’s a lot of room left for even a normal-sized dick in my ass. Let alone a big, thick, rock-hard monster like Lucas’ cock.

  “Here,” Eli offers.

  For a second, Eli’s cock is out of me. In that instant, Lucas shoves his cock deep into my ass as he pinches my throbbing clit.

  Oh my god.

  Lucas pulls out, and now it’s Eli’s turn again. Thrusting into me. Hitting my g-spot, my cervix, and a dozen other places I didn’t know I liked having cock sliding against.

  Oh my god.

  In my mouth, Oliver’s cock is pounding away. I barely have time to breathe each time as he withdraws and then forces his way back in. His balls tighten against my chin. I know he’s going to come soon.

  Oh my GOD.

  In my ass and pussy, Lucas and Eli are taking their turns in even quicker succession than before. I’m barely emptied of one before I’m full of the other. They’re building up a rhythm that matches Oliver’s perfectly.

  Suddenly, Lucas drops a beat.

  Ohmygod.

  Ohmygod.

  OHMYGOD.

  They’re all inside of me. All at once. All three holes, filled to capacity. Fuck, let’s be real here. Past capacity. I’m being triple-teamed by three ridiculously gorgeous men, and—FUCK.

  I’m coming.

  I’m orgasming for them like a goddamn slut.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head. I gag on Oliver’s cock. My ass clenches. My cunt clenches. I spasm. And then, wave after wave of pleasure hits me.

  Sweet. Fucking. Release.

  Something about this does it for the boys.

  I guess they like their women pleased.

  “Oh, fuck—”

  “Sofie—”

  “Sofie!”

  “Fuck—”

  “Fuck—”

  “Fuck!”

  Just like that, they’re all pumping inside me. Flooding me with cum. Filling me up.

  Every hole.

  Every. Goddamn. Hole.

  That’s how I end up naked on a white fur rug, reclined back on a pile of three sexy, well-muscled billionaires, dripping from my cunt, my ass, and my lips with their hot cum.

  “I don’t want to editorialize,” Eli pants. “But that was—”

  “The best fuck of my life,” Oliver finishes.

  “It’s not editorializing if it’s true,” Lucas says, toying with my nipple as I lay back, totally blissed out.

  “What about you, Sofie?” Oliver asks. “Feeling any better?”

  I try to make words. I really do. But failing that, I just have to laugh.

  “Ask me in an hour. Maybe two. I just came so hard I can’t think straight.”

  “In an hour?” Eli asks. For some reason, that question feels about as loaded as I am right now.

  “Too long to wait,” Oliver says in agreement.

  That’s when I realize.

  Oh god.

  They’re all hard again.

  “Is this round two or round three?” Lucas asks, pinching my nipple fiendishly. “I’ve lost track.”

  “You’re the finance man, Luke,” Eli laughs, claiming my lips in a kiss as Oliver’s fingers brush against my clit. “You do the math.”

  Sofie

  “You dirty little slut,” Chloe says as I walk through the door.

  Okay. I'll admit it. I look the part.

  My hair has all the fuck-me volume a girl could dream of. My mascara is smudged. I'm still wearing last night's dress, plus Eli's suit jacket thrown over my shoulders for warmth. I'm carrying my heels.

  And while I don't smell like my sexy perfume anymore, I do smell like three different types of expensive cologne.

  Plus, well, I fucked three smoking hot men last night. But sluttiness is in the eye of the beholder, right?

  And to my credit, at least my dates aren't passed out facedown in our living room at 8AM. Chloe, on the other hand, can't say the same.

  “Pot, kettle,” I say, taking in the scene.

  There's an ornamental boy toy still half-dressed in tailored Versace drooling on our rug. Chloe, wearing her sluttiest red lingerie and having her morning coffee, is currently using him as a footrest.

  “Mm. Fair,” Chloe admits. “But at least I have the dignity to air my dirty laundry out where you can see it. You, on the other hand…”

  I laugh and am immediately surprised at how tired I sound. Oliver, Lucas, and Eli have left me…let's face it: pretty fucking exhausted.

  “Not before I get some coffee in me,” I say, tiptoeing to the kitchen.

  Chloe has generously made enough for two. I pour what's left of the pot into the biggest mug we have, blow the steam off of it and take a sip.

  “Holy shit, Chloe,” I say, spitting it back out into the mug. “This coffee is a war crime.”

  Chloe looks down at her mug with benign disappointment. “Yeah, it really is. Hey. Johnny Bigbucks,” she says, nudging the man on the rug with her big toe. “Wake up.”

  “Bwuh?” the man says, blinking himself conscious.

  “We want coffee. Be a good boy, pop down to the Starbucks across the street, and fetch us some, okay?”

  “Oh, baby. I love when you're bossy.”

  Grinning lazily, the man picks himself off the rug and, noticing me in the kitchen, has the courtesy to tuck back in his pants. As I catch a glimpse of the dick that Chloe definitely conquered last night, I can't help it.

  I'm smug.

  It's not that Johnny Bigbucks isn't packing or anything.

  It's just that Lucas, Eli, and Oliver were all way, way bigger.

  “Johnny Bigbucks, huh?” I tease.

  Chloe shrugs. “He’s some kind of Wall Street wunderkind. Didn’t catch his real name so I made one up.” She smiles her most evil, entitled rich girl grin. “He likes when I’m bossy.”

  As Chloe and Johnny Bigbucks do a sweep of the apartment in search for his missing shoe, I have a chance to collect myself for what feels like the first time since I showed up at the restaurant last night.

  Since then, I've been wined. I've been dined. I've been pseudo-stalked by a psycho ex.

  I've been tasted, showered in cum—some of which is still between my tits—and stuffed so full of gorgeous 12-inch cocks that it should probably illegal (but thank fuck it isn't).

  “So which one of the four did you fuck?” Chloe asks, leaning on the island as her date trots out the door.

  I purse my lips together, saying nothing as I become deeply involved in dumping Chloe's terrible coffee down the sink.

  “Oh my god. Sofie, you whore!”

  “Gosh, Chloe. That cuts me deep.”

  “Yeah? I bet not as deep as four dicks at once, huh? You filthy little minx!”

  “Three,” I correct her. I'm trying to keep my self-satisfied smile off my face, but I'm failing.

  Chloe's mouth hangs open in delighted shock. “Oh my god. One of your buyers was a woman.”

  “Nope,” I grin. “I hate to let you down, but my supposed five-way was only a four-way.”

  Chloe narrows her eyes at me. “You fucked your way out of losing our bet.”

  “I did,” I admit, rinsing my coffee mug out in t
he sink. “And I enjoyed every minute of it.”

  “No fucking way. I need details, woman!”

  “You need a lobotomy,” I say, picking up two empty cans of Red Bull. “Is this what you made that coffee with?”

  Chloe shrugs, taking the cans from me and throwing them in the recycling bin. “It was a long night. Although…apparently not as long as yours was. So fucking spill already. Now that you've sampled all the flavors, which one are you going to choose?”

  “Huh?” If you ask me, Chloe obviously drank too much of her own god-awful caffeine concoction. “There's no choosing, Chloe. I had…” I sigh, searching for the right words. “A fucking awesome night,” I say finally. “But it was a one shot kind of deal.”

  “More like three shots.” Chloe winks.

  “More like nine.” I wink back. “Wait—shit. Twelve. We went again this morning.”

  “Holy fuck.”

  “You’re telling me.” I lean back against the counter, drying my coffee mug with a tea towel. “Let’s just say they got their money’s worth. And then some. We all had a good time, and I'm really glad I went through with it. But they’re billionaires, Chloe. And they manage the company I work for.”

  “Sketchy.”

  “Yeah,” I cringe. “So, you know. I'm probably not going to hear from any of them again.”

  That sends a little pang of ache shooting through my heart. I really did enjoy my time with Elijah, Lucas, and Oliver last night. Not just the physical parts, either.

  They were confident. Charming. And fuck, even if it was only to get me into bed with them—a very real possibility that I'm not ruling out just yet—they made me feel beautiful.

  Safe. Cared for.

  As far as one night stands go? I've definitely had worse.

  “At least I had a magical evening,” I sigh, putting away the clean mug.

  “What about the fourth dude?” Chloe asks, handing me her own coffee cup with a smile.

  I roll my eyes as I turn back to the sink.

  “You won't believe me if I tell you.”

  “It was a woman, wasn't it?!”

  “Nope.”

  “Big Foot?”

  “You're getting warmer.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Chloe gasps as the worst possibility comes to her mind. “It wasn’t—”