Pretend Princess With Benefits: A Royal Fake Marriage Romance

by Lara Swann

  His cock presses in between my legs, with far too many layers of clothes separating us, and I grind against it in anticipation, my breath climbing higher as passion builds inside me.

  Caleb leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, his stubble tickling my throat as he nips there, then suckles in a way that has me whimpering.

  He grinds against me at that sound, and his deep voice murmurs in my ear in response. “I want to make you feel so fucking good, Alana.”

  “Oh, god.” I moan, surging up against him and crying out at the beautiful friction between us. “Too many clothes. Fuck it, Caleb, I want you.”

  He grunts at my complaint and then his hands are on the side of my dress - how the hell did he know to go there? - releasing the zip with an ease I swear I’ve never managed myself, before smoothly pulling it over my head.

  I blink and realize I’m suddenly looking up at him in just my bra and thin, silky panties.

  The heat in his gaze makes it obvious he’s noticing the exact same thing, and then he groans as his hands run over my body, stirring every crazy need I’ve ever had.

  “Fuck, Alana.” He mutters, “Your body…you’re so damn perfect.”

  A shudder runs through me at his words - I don’t care if they’re just horny hyperbole, they feel real, and no one has ever made me feel the way Caleb is right now. The way he’s looking at me like he wants to memorize and devour every part of me.

  I pull him back down - he needs to start getting on with that right this instant.

  He takes the hint and then his mouth is gliding down my neck, over my collarbone and towards the tops of my breasts, licking and nibbling and kissing - making me melt with pleasure with an ease that I’d find infuriating if it wasn’t so damn good.

  “Oh fuck, I want you.” His voice vibrates against my skin, and every passionate word makes me come alive. “I’m going to make you feel so damn good. Better than anyone ever has before.”

  I shudder at the promise, clutching onto his shoulders as his hands and mouth converge on my breasts and I feel like I’m about to die from need.

  He reaches underneath me to undo the clasp of my bra, and then my breasts spill out of it and into his face. He catches one tit in his mouth, suckling hard while his hands tease both breasts, and the pleasure and desire he lavishes on them has me writhing against him.

  “I think…you’re already there.” I gasp.

  He looks up at that - dark, dangerous, and intent in a way I’ve only seen in flashes - meeting my eyes. “Oh, no, Alana. I’ve barely started.”

  I shudder again, and have one brief moment to wonder whether I can even take his idea of making me feel good, before I’m swept away by everything his clever hands and mouth are doing to me.

  Every stroke of his tongue has my pussy clenching hard, the wet patch on my panties growing as I gasp and try not to die with pleasure before he’s even inside me.

  Then one hand runs down to my pussy, his full palm pressing flat against my panties and making me squirm deliciously against him, wanting so much more. He’s giving me the hint of the kind of pressure and attention I need, but not nearly enough. Not by a mile.

  “Caleb…” I plead, my voice coming out high and desperate.

  The look he gives me as he smiles and kisses me is full of heat and completely merciless. “These aren’t what I was expecting…”

  His hand caresses me through the panties, fingers circling over the wet patch there and making me buck helplessly against him.

  “I thought you were going to show me those other ones, you know…I was quite intrigued.” He says casually, and I’m not sure whether I’m more pissed off that he can still think and talk, or that he’s getting off on driving me crazy while he does it.

  It takes me a moment to work out that he’s talking about my panties, and then I flash back to the memory of that embarrassing-as-hell moment on the stairs when I spilled all my belongings over the floor, and my eyes widen.

  “Asshole…” I mutter, pressing myself against his hand even as I do. He’s making me feel too good to get hung up on that again. Though of course I’m wearing something nicer for an evening out.

  Especially when you thought it might end…like this.

  “Maybe some other time.” He continues lightly, but the heat in his eyes tells me that he needs this as much as I do - even if he’s better at controlling it right now. He presses his fingers into me, bunching up the panties around them and making me feel insane with my growing need.

  “If I don’t…kill you first.” I gasp, but I’m not thinking about the panties anymore. I’m thinking that if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to die.

  He grins at me, his mouth kissing the corners of mine and then wandering down my body again, nuzzling in between my breasts and making me so hungry for more.

  “Caleb…fuck, I need…” His mouth wraps around my nipple and suddenly I have no idea what I need.

  Except that it’s this.

  “Oh, fuck.” I mutter as his hand effortlessly slides my panties down and over my knees, leaving my wet, needy pussy exposed to the air - and to him.

  He comes up to kiss me again, and I give him back everything that he’s been doing to me in that one, passionate kiss. My tongue spars with his insistently, my breath coming hot and fast as my hips buck against him. His fingers dance across my clit and sparks flash behind my eyes, that deep heat in my stomach becoming electrified and tense.

  “Caleb…” I murmur again. I can’t stop saying his name. It’s like some other force has taken me over, making me wanton and wild and a slave to the passion he’s stirring within me. I’ve never felt anything like it.

  “Caleb, I want…more…” I nip at his lips, desperate to get him to listen - for once, god-damn it, listen to me!

  “Are you sure, Alana? You’re sure you want to do this?” He leans back to look at me, those beautiful, shimmering green eyes taking on a serious glint for a moment, as if after all this I could possibly have any other answer.

  The question takes me by surprise, and I have a brief instant to appreciate that maybe Mel and Lily really are right - maybe Caleb is a good guy. But then I start moving forward before I can even think about it, and I’m grinding against him and holding him tight to me.

  “Fuck, yes. I want you…inside me.” I insist, in a breathy pathetic way I’m sure, but it’ll do. Anything will do, just to finally have that throbbing ache inside me filled.

  My eyes dart down to his tight jeans, the hard outline of his cock there, in greedy anticipation. I’ve never spent much time thinking about cock before, but I’m suddenly desperate for it in a way I’ve always thought people exaggerated. Turns out, maybe not. Not if you find the right guy.

  He kisses me again, claiming my mouth passionately, before his fingers in my hair gently pull me back and he uses one hand to slide his belt off and his pants down. I have a moment of lucidity to appreciate just how much practice he must have had at this - I’ve never seen anyone so graceful or at ease in getting us both naked.

  And then his cock springs up into view, and I gasp again in spite of myself. I don’t exactly have much experience, but I always assumed my ex Harvey was about average. And if he was…then Caleb is bigger than average. Quite a bit bigger than average. My pussy contracts instinctively, and I bite my lip in anticipation, feeling myself wet and ready for him.

  He catches the gesture, and I feel him hesitate against me. “You’re not…a virgin, are you, Alana?”

  The edges of alarm in his expression make me laugh, and I shake my head. “No. Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing quite as much as you, but you’re not going to hurt me.”

  Did I just say that? Did I really just tell him I don’t know what I’m doing?

  But I can’t even bring myself to feel awkward about it. Not in this haze of lust where the only important thing is feeling him against me. And it’s not like I’m telling him anything he hasn’t already worked out.

  “Do I need…?” He glanc
es down again, and it takes my slow, stupid brain a moment to work out what he’s not-quite-saying.

  “No.” I blink. “I’m on the pill.”

  I don’t tell him it’s more to control my painful-as-hell periods than because of the likelihood of casual sex, but as his serious expression sparks with heat again, I suddenly appreciate those murderous cramps for the first time ever. It means I’ll be able to feel him. Really feel him.

  He relaxes against me, kissing me again, and when we press against each other this time I get the unique pleasure of feeling skin-on-skin everywhere. His silken cock stroking against my entrance and making my pussy clench tight in response. I can barely believe how desperate I am for him - for that large, throbbing cock.

  “Caleb…I need…more,” My breathing stumbles at what the combination of his hands and mouth over my body is doing to me.

  He starts moving lower again, leaving little kisses on my stomach before his head hovers over my waiting pussy and I realize what he’s about to do.

  “No…Caleb…” I reach down, tugging his head back up towards me. “I need you…inside me. Now.”

  I can’t take anymore - I feel like I’m about to explode and I want to do it with him buried deep inside me, stretching and filling me properly.

  “I want to taste you, Alana.” His voice is hypnotic, insistent, but I can’t stand another moment of this aching, needy pulsing within me.

  I shake my head. “Next time.”

  Next time? What the hell am I talking about? Just what am I assuming here?

  But I don’t have a chance to question my words - I’m too intent on this. I tug Caleb again, until he’s back above me.

  “I want to make you feel fucking amazing, hun.” His deep voice runs straight through me, a rough promise that sets my nerves on fire.

  “Then do,” I look up at him, challenging. “Fuck me. Make me scream, Caleb.”

  I’ve never screamed for anyone before, but I can already feel it there, at the edges of my sanity, just waiting as I shift into position underneath him.

  That’s enough to bring his focus back to exactly what I need - my challenge making his eyes narrow and his posture turn dangerous again. God, I love seeing that - the power, the pure strength of him.

  I had no idea I cared about that in the slightest, until I met him. Until he came close, pressed up against me, and seduced me with those darkly hot kisses.

  As if he can read my mind, his mouth takes mine again, and I feel his cock pressing against my entrance. Everything in me tightens in anticipation for receiving him, and I cling onto his shoulders, the beautiful muscles shifting underneath me as he moves and slowly glides inside.

  “Fuck, Alana…” He grunts against my ear as he holds me close.

  The large head of his cock opens me up more easily than I’d ever have guessed, and then the sweet friction of his thrust lights up every part of my body and leaves me gasping helplessly.

  My curse joins his as he stops deep inside, gives me a moment to adjust, and then starts slowly fucking me while I squeeze down hard against him.

  The intensity of it makes me cry out, with my body moving helplessly in time with his, despite the overwhelming sensation - I just want more, more, more. I never knew that I could be this greedy or hungry for anything, but I am.

  He fills that deep, empty ache inside me entirely - and more. Every press of his cock stretches me, and that pleasant burn awakens every nerve I have. His hand comes down to stroke and tease my tits while his mouth claims my own, and I can’t believe he can possibly coordinate so much pleasure - that there’s any way he can control himself so well while I’m just melting and collapsing against him.

  “Caleb…Caleb…Caleb…” I’m murmuring his name, and I can’t even stop myself. His mouth is whispering at mine, at my ear and then down my neck and shoulder, to that sensitive joining that leaves goose-bumps all over my body.

  I get hot-and-cold chills just from the things he’s doing to me, and all that delicious heat inside me starts building, spreading a desperate warmth through me.

  “I…I can’t…” I don’t know how much more of this I can take. He’s saying something in my ear, but I have no idea what. I can’t think. Can’t breathe.

  All I can do is feel.

  And it’s beyond my wildest imaginings.

  His voice changes - a question. I have no idea what, but I murmur my assent anyway. At least I think I do.

  Fuck.

  When did I become this useless? What the hell has he done to me?

  And then I feel him tense against me, the long slow strokes of his cock hardening and picking up pace inside me.

  Then suddenly he’s fucking me - really fucking me - and I’m wrapping my legs around his hips and throwing my head back and rising up to meet every sweet, delicious thrust of pleasure.

  “Fuck, Alana…fuck…you…god-damn…” Strings of words reach me, but I’m so far gone that they don’t mean anything, except that Caleb is right there, as desperate and hot and passionate as I am.

  The pressure inside me builds, and he angles his thrusts to bump up against my sensitive clit. Little sparks start shooting through me, and then - through my haze of passion and need - his voice comes heavy in my ear.

  “Scream for me, Alana. Let me hear you.” That penetrates everything, and as his thrusting gets impossibly faster, all I can do is obey.

  I feel everything within me tighten and tense - before it releases in the purest form of energy I’ve ever felt, riding through me in rough waves of pleasure and passion.

  I hear myself screaming from some distant place outside my body and then my mind goes whitens from the intensity of it all.

  It explodes through me, and my whole body shudders under him as I hear his own grunt, the impossible pulsing of his thick cock inside me, and then a stream of heat as he groans and my pussy clamps down as if it never wants to let him go. Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe I don’t.

  Fuck. Since when did sex make me this crazy?

  But I can’t even keep thoughts in my head long enough to worry about them - all I can do is let go. Let him take me and hold me and keep me safe through the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.

  I guess he does a good enough job of that, because when my mind slowly drifts back to my body, I’m lying there in his arms and I’m still breathing.

  Just about. It’s ragged, harsh breathing, but it’s there.

  “Ohhhh…” I moan lightly, then shudder again as I shift and realize his thick cock is still buried deep inside me. I wince a little at how full I feel, knowing I’m going to ache tomorrow, but I don’t really want to ask him to move. I can’t think of anything better than lying here under him like this.

  “You were amazing, baby,” He murmurs in my ear, and in my post-orgasm haze, I actually think he means it. “Unbelievable.”

  I smile up at him as my breathing finally starts to slow, and then he gently shifts us until he’s out of me and I’m resting my head against his chest, his arm keeping me close.

  “You too.” I say, stupidly.

  I realize I have no clue what to say after mind-blowing sex with a guy I barely know. But I also realize that for once, I don’t care. And I don’t need to say anything.

  I let out a soft sigh and lean into him, snuggling closer.

  Maybe Mel was right. Maybe I was an idiot not to do this sooner. Maybe we all should’ve been fucking like rabbits all along.

  I’m vaguely aware this probably isn’t the time to be thinking about Mel. But I seem to have lost all control of my mind, and holding onto any thought has become impossible.

  Caleb smiles down at me, and somehow, when I look at him, he seems different. Not quite the arrogant jackass who has spent the last few weeks teasing and provoking me.

  I try to remind myself I’m probably being ridiculous right now, and it’s not the time for my mind to start spinning a-mile-a-minute. But that’s what it does anyway.

  I don’t know how long we lie like that, p
erfectly content and at peace. But it’s Caleb that breaks it.

  He shifts, turning with hot eyes on me yet again, and leans in for a kiss.

  “So, hun…next time?” His grin widens as I stare at him.

  Next time?

  He moves over me again, and my pussy clenches in instinctive response even if my mind can’t keep up.

  I moan at the thought, but he’s already moving, running kisses down my gleaming, naked body as he gets closer to my sensitive entrance again. He pauses just above it, looks back at me with one eyebrow raised, but I’ve already acquiesced. I don’t think I could refuse him anything right now.

  Instead, I laugh, full of lightness and simple pleasure.

  “Okay.” I grin. “Next time.”

  Why the hell not?

  Chapter Ten

  Caleb

  When we finally stir out of the endless cycle of sex-and-sleep the next day, I expect to regret everything.

  To feel the weight of the world closing in on me. To find my mind racing with the possible consequences. To have images of Sullivan’s disapproving, murderous glare flashing behind my eyes.

  But none of that happens. Instead, when I look down at Alana’s thick, shining hair sprawled across my chest, her sleepy expression and blissed-out eyes…I find myself smiling.

  And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

  “We should really get up.” Alana says languidly, stretching like some graceful feline before slumping down against me again. My hand wanders down her shoulder, gentle caresses that come almost unbidden after endless hours of passion.

  “Hm, you want to try it against the wall or something now?” I respond with amusement.

  Alana might have been outraged by every innuendo and sexual comment I’d made a few days ago, but when it came to actually acting on them…my god, she’d been unbelievable. Fiery and passionate and up for just about anything I could think of. After weeks of frustration with watching her from afar, able to do nothing nothing but sit and stare and imagine…last night - and hell, this morning - finally gave me the chance to act.