Pretend Princess With Benefits: A Royal Fake Marriage Romance

by Lara Swann

  I’d let loose every pent-up need and lust I’d been hoarding, and Alana had taken all of that and more. She’d wanted it more than any girl I’d ever known, and for all her prissy attitude, she’d had no hesitation in showing it once we were curled together. My body aches in delicious ways that even my best workouts couldn’t give me, and I can’t remember the last time I felt such a strong, warm lassitude all over.

  We’d spent the night alternating between those impossible moments of red-hot passion and the sweetness that came after as we collapsed into one another’s arms - drifting off together, but it never lasted long before one of us stirred and reignited that smoldering heat. If it wasn’t that I felt more relaxed and rested this morning than I have in weeks, I would have believed we hadn’t had any sleep at all.

  “No! I mean we should do something useful, you incorrigible bastard.” She laughs at me, bright eyes looking up at me through her hair.

  “No…we definitely shouldn’t.” I state with complete certainty.

  “We’ve been in bed for…hours.” Alana points out, while her hand plays idly with the light spattering of hair on my chest.

  “So?” I ask, folding one hand behind me and leaning against my elbow as I prop myself up and look at her properly. I’m about awake enough to talk, at least. “That’s what lazy Sunday mornings are for.”

  “I’m pretty sure morning disappeared hours ago. God, Caleb, I haven’t done anything today.” She sounds mortified, but I don’t believe she is for a moment.

  “Ohh, really?” I bend down to kiss her, my tongue playing lightly with hers before I sit back and give her a broad, knowing smile. “Because I think you’ve done lots of things. In fact, you’ve been very…effective. Would you like me to remind you?”

  She laughs, for once ignoring the huskiness that comes back into my voice, and pushes lightly at me. “Caleb, I mean it.”

  I take that as a challenge, and deepen the kiss, one hand wrapping around the back of her neck while my leg hooks over hers. I give her one moment…two…then practically feel the way she melts against me. I fucking love the way this girl reacts - that sweetness that comes from watching passion overtake all those reasonable objections.

  Her breath hitches in her throat and she arches against me, her warm, waiting pussy grinding against my crotch and making my cock stiffen again. I keep us like that for a long beat and then finally withdraw, feeling the gleam in my eyes as I take in her freshly disheveled form.

  “So do I.” I give her a long, slow smile, every part of me alive with invitation.

  “Oh, god,” She practically moans, “If we start this again…”

  “What’s wrong with this?” I ask innocently, letting my hand run down her back, over the soft skin until I reach cup her firm ass and pull it just a little bit closer.

  She gasps and I can already feel the wetness of her eager pussy against my thigh. This time, when I reach in for a kiss, she doesn’t resist, and after a few moments, her arms wrap around my neck and she returns the kisses with matching passion. Her pert tits press up against my chest and I revel in the wonder of having this woman naked in my bed for so long.

  My hand shifts around, cupping her pussy and using light, teasing strokes to have her squirming against me. I deepen the kiss, feeling her breathing become more erratic now, and know from the way that blissed-out expression is creeping over her face that she’s ready to give in again.

  Then she breaks off the kiss and rests her head against the side of my neck again, squirming just out of the reach of my fingers. I grunt in disappointment, but her eyes are laughing as she looks at me.

  “Caleb, you’re impossible!” She protests, “We can’t just have sex, then lie around in bed together until we want more sex.”

  “Why not?” I ask with genuine confusion. That seems like the perfect way to spend the day to me.

  “Because…” She pauses for a moment as she searches for an answer. “Because I’m hungry.”

  I laugh at the sudden certainty of her announcement, flipping her over and pinning her under me again as I kiss her. I can’t keep my hands off this woman. And her determination to be so reasonable about these things drives me crazy.

  “Okay, okay…” I give in. Now that she’s mentioned it, my stomach agrees with her argument and I can accept food is a valid point. “We’ll order pizza.”

  “Seriously?!” Alana laughs in disbelief.

  “Seriously.” I say with deliberate firmness, then switch to seductive promise. “We’re not leaving this room until I’m done with you.”

  “And when will that be?” She asks, slightly breathless now as she watches me, eyes hot and wanting.

  “I don’t know…” I smile at her, “I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

  I lean down to kiss her again, my hands already on those perfectly formed tits, but she squeals and pushes at me.

  “No - no! Not until you order me pizza!” She insists, laughing.

  I sit back, raising an eyebrow, even as I’m already reaching for the phone. “Getting demanding now, are you?”

  “I just know it’ll never happen if I let you continue with that.” She retorts.

  I’m not entirely convinced that would be a bad thing - my body is pretty good at surviving without those inconvenient basic needs if it has more interesting distractions to focus on - but I’m impressed enough that I sort-of-won this argument so I’m not going to give her a reason to change her mind about staying here with me all day.

  And pizza only makes good things better.

  I order - double mushroom and pepperoni - and then turn back to her with a smile.

  “There, one appetite sated, and now…” I settle back beside her on the bed again, tracing my hand over her exposed body.

  “Hey, hey - I’m not sure ordering counts. We haven’t actually eaten yet—”

  “Good point.” I slide down again, placing little kisses and nips along her soft skin as I make my way between her legs.

  I fucking love it down here. Touching, tasting, pleasing her like this. The sounds she makes as I flick my tongue over her clit and slide my fingers inside…it’s pure joy.

  “Caleb! I—ohhh…” Her objection fades into a long sigh, as it has every time I’ve tried this.

  “You’re so hot, Alana. So god-damned perfect down here.” My hands separate her thighs easily, and then I hover over her entrance, warming her with my breath before my tongue darts out to tease a little.

  Alana moans above me, her hips shifting and her legs coming over my shoulders as I start licking her slowly - long, deep thrusts that take the delicious wetness from her lips all the way up to the center of her pleasure. She’s making those little, half-anticipatory, half-pleased gasps now and moving just a little against me, and it makes my own cock stiffen to hear it.

  God, it’s been too long since I spent a good, long time pleasing a woman. Making her cry out and scream for me. And fuck it, Alana does that so well.

  “Caleb…” Alana moans, “I…ugh, I mean it. The pizza—”

  Fuck the pizza.

  I continue, pressing two fingers inside her as I feel her sensitive pussy tensing and rippling under my attentions. She gasps again, and her hips surge up against me. Fuck, yes. This is what I want to feel.

  “Fuck…Caleb…what if—they’ll arrive—” She tries hard to be coherent, but I’m not sure she quite makes it.

  “We’ve got time.” I look up at her, meeting her eyes in one searing gaze. “And I can feel how much you want this. I’m not stopping until you’re cumming all over my face, Alana.”

  She shudders at my words, and I see a tinge of red on her cheeks as my head dips again. Whatever she pretends, she fucking loves it when I talk dirty and tell her exactly what I’m going to do to her.

  I continue with renewed passion, increasing my pace until my tongue is working frantically in time with her breathing, her gasps and moans. I’ve got two fingers inside her, where my throbbing cock wants to be, feeling her
contract and shudder under me as I push them deeper inside her, curl them and stroke her most sensitive places.

  “Fuuuck…” She grinds out, and I know she’s close.

  “C’mon, Alana.” I growl against her pussy, alternating the vibrations with the soft breath and the force of my tongue against her.

  I flick my tongue around her clit and reach up to stroke and tease her breasts with my spare hand, caressing her while maintaining my rhythm and driving her further - higher, higher - and then finally over that edge.

  She cries out above me, muffling herself with her arm as a shudder runs through her whole body and her pussy clamps down on my fingers like it wants to keep them in there forever. I groan with the power of it, my own cock stiff and desperate to be inside her now, to be surrounded by the warm wetness that’s covering my chin.

  “Fuck, Caleb…” She mutters it, slumped back against the bed now, and I take one last taste, cleaning her up, before I move upwards to join her and pull her back into my arms. “You fucking bastard…”

  I grin. I love how open she is about what I do to her, how much that sensible part of her tries to resist…and never succeeds.

  “You didn’t like that, hun?” I ask, amused.

  She pushes at my chest lightly, still loose-limbed from pleasure. “You can’t just…do that.”

  “Mm, and why not?” I think I’m genuinely curious. I’ve never met a girl who tried so hard to find reasons not to fuck.

  “Because…because the pizza could’ve arrived.” She finishes lamely.

  I turn to look at her - really look at her, trying to work her out. Her face is still suffused in pleasure, and she’s relaxing languidly in my arms - not actually bothered about what we just did at all. In fact, quite the opposite.

  “What?” She asks, catching my intent gaze.

  “Do you really want me to stop, Alana?” I make it a serious question.

  “I…” She glances away, another flush coming to her cheeks as she bites her lip.

  That would be a ‘no’, then.

  And suddenly, I think I get it.

  I roll on top of her, the movement bringing my hard cock up against her warm pussy, and making me bite back a groan at the sudden need that flares within me. She shivers at the sensation, and I smile down as the familiar heat in my eyes meets hers.

  “No, you don’t want me to stop at all. You just don’t like the way it overwhelms all your firm control and reason. Or at least, you think you don’t. But really…you love when I overpower all of that - make you lose every sense and thought to pure passion. Letting go, finally relaxing…you want me to take you past all that tightly wound logic, every time.” I announce it triumphantly, grinning at her and feeling uniquely pleased with myself.

  She stares up at me, eyes wide, but as she opens her mouth to say something - there’s a hard knock on our door.

  “Pizza’s here.” I laugh at the frustration on her face as I jump up and find a towel of some sort to wrap around my waist.

  She pulls the covers up to her neck as I saunter back through the mess we’ve created of her room. These dorm rooms aren’t really large enough to properly enjoy a day holing up away from the world, but it’s worked okay so far. Just not a lot of stretching room.

  The knock sounds again, and I pull it open, smiling at the way the delivery guy steps back at the sight of me mostly-naked in front of the door.

  “Thanks, mate.” I fumble out a twenty and take the pizza as his expression gradually smooths over again. “Keep the change.”

  His eyes try to slide past me, and irritation briefly flares - but I’m big enough that there’s no way he can catch a glimpse past me, and I shut the door with a last nod.

  “Ready to eat?” I ask as I turn, dropping the pizza box onto the bed.

  Alana winces, “That might stain, you know. And it’s certainly going to stink up the place.”

  “You’re a student - the smell of pizza will add to the ambiance.” I open the box, ignoring her objections, and inhale deeply.

  God, there’s something good about that fresh, warm scent of pizza. I take a piece out eagerly, my stomach rumbling at the sight of it, and start eating before I notice that Alana’s laughing at me.

  “What?” I try not to speak with my mouth full, but damn it, the pizza requires immediate attention.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone react with such enthusiasm.” She shakes her head as she takes a piece at a much more sedate pace, and I just grin.

  “There’s nothing better than sex followed by pizza, girl. We’re living the dream right here.” I get half way through my first piece before I finally start to slow down. If she’s not careful most of it will be gone before she finishes her slice.

  She laughs again. “Well, at least it’s distracted you from the amateur psychology bullshit.”

  “Hah, you didn’t like that?” I tease her. “Seemed quite a good theory to me.”

  “You’re such an arrogant jackass, you know that?” But she’s smiling, and I love the way she looks when she’s pretending to be outraged.

  “Best kind, I promise.” I take another piece, and a mushroom takes a nose-dive onto her bed covers as I pull it towards my mouth.

  “Caleb!” She snatches it up and glares at me. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

  “I’ll pay for you to have it all cleaned.” I promise, feeling the slightest bit remorseful. “Just stop worrying and enjoy the damn pizza for me, okay?”

  I can more than afford it with what the compensation I’m getting for being here. The student life might be billed as fun and games, but the poor as fuck aspect definitely isn’t for me.

  “Hmph,” She reluctantly agrees, but relaxes a little and takes another slice.

  We continue eating in a comfortable silence, both of us letting our stomach’s overpower the casual banter that seems to spring up between us whenever we’re not fucking.

  After we get past the halfway point of the pizza, Alana finally sits back and slows down a little, watching as I continue with abandon. I’m not even partially sated, and I’m starting to wonder if I should have ordered a larger size.

  When was the last time I ate? Before that show last night? Fuck.

  “So I thought casual sex was meant to be more of a one-time thing?” She asks, her tone amused.

  “Maybe this is a one-time thing.” It comes out before I can stop it.

  And this isn’t at all what I want to talk about - but if we’re going to, I’m definitely not making it out to be something it can’t.

  To my surprise, she’s not bothered at all by my words, just looking back with a mischievous smile of her own. “I don’t know…I’d say it’s been at least a six-time thing…”

  I laugh at that, thinking back to the way last night went, my gaze sharpening on her. “Mm, how much casual sex have you had before this?”

  “None.” She answers without hesitation.

  “So maybe I figured we’d speed up your education quickly.” I grin.

  “Is that what this is, then?” She asks, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

  “Don’t you feel educated?” I run my free hand along her thigh, caressing lightly as I raise an eyebrow at her. “I figured I’d help you out, you know - in exchange for those dating tips.”

  She laughs at that, shaking her head as she considers me. “So if you’re teaching me casual sex, and I’m teaching you dating…where does that leave us?”

  My stomach flips at the casual question. I don’t want to think about any of that - nothing serious, nothing at all resembling what is this, what are we doing. I can’t think about what we’re doing or the world might fall in on me.

  I just want to enjoy her, and everything this is right here and now. Hell, I could be gone at any moment anyway.

  “Having a whole load of fun, I’d imagine.” I answer, giving her a sardonic smile before I shift closer and kiss her lightly.

  She breaks away at looks at me for a long moment, but I don’t
say anything more.

  What else does she expect? She’s been saying I’m this kind of guy the whole time.

  Eventually, she gives me a shyer smile than I’m used to, and leans in to finish the kiss. I shift closer to her, enjoying the heat of her body against mine again as my cock hardens in interest again, the pizza forgotten.

  We get closer together, and I relish the feeling of having this girl in my arms again. For a moment there, I thought our fun-times might be done, but Alana doesn’t seem to be one of those girls fixated on labeling and understanding exactly what we’re doing here. Which is a good thing, because I haven’t got a clue.

  I finally move the pizza box down to the floor - joining any number of our clothes - and pull her against me again. Food was great, but it already feels like too long since I’ve had her gasping beneath me.

  She nibbles against my lip before tilting her head back to look at me. “Are we seriously not leaving this room today? Mel and Lily will be wondering what the hell happened to me.”

  “I think Mel and Lily know exactly what happened to you.” I can feel my eyes spark at that thought. “And haven’t you ever done that before? Spent the whole day shut away in your room, just ignoring the world.”

  I do it after pretty much every hit - girls and booze and then usually binge-watching some rubbish on TV.

  But I don’t want to think about that either. I don’t want anything else to intrude on me being here, right now, with Alana.

  “Yeah, all the time - to study for exams.” She wrinkles her nose and I can’t help but kiss the puckered expression on her forehead. “Not exactly the most fun times.”

  I laugh.

  Of course.

  “Well, then I’ll show you what it’s really for.”

  I wrap my arms around her and pin her legs with mine, our bodies entangling with the sheets again as she laughs breathlessly with me.

  * * *

  “No, Caleb - I really have to go. And so do you!” Alana bats my hands away and moves quickly away to the other side of the room, her half-dressed form tempting me unfairly.

  “Ohh, c’mon. We’ve got a little time…” I stand up, fully naked, my cock straining upwards for her already.