Royal Rebel: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (Flings With Kings)

by Jessica Peterson

  His hands were wrapped around my thighs now, digging into my flesh, holding me up as he kissed me between my legs. Because that’s what this felt like. He wasn’t eating me out. He was kissing me. Caressing me, his motions unhurried and deep. His tongue dipped inside me while one of his fingers found my asshole. He pressed his blunt fingertip against it. Pressed a little harder, so he sunk halfway inside. It was like a sock to the gut—I nearly doubled over.

  It hurt.

  I loved it.

  “Please,” I begged.

  His tongue was still on my clit. Teasing. He pushed his finger a bit further into my ass. I felt the wave cresting inside me.

  “Only if you say it,” he said.

  His name.

  He wanted me to say his name.

  “Robert, please. Please let me go.”

  Growling, Rob took my clit in his mouth and sucked at the same moment he pushed his finger all the way inside me. I gritted my teeth. Saw the stars from tonight’s sky behind my closed eyes.

  The orgasm slammed into me like a fifty foot wave, knocking the breath out of me. I moaned for what felt like the hundredth time, the shock waves coming and coming and coming, so intensely sweet I wanted to cry.

  “Robert,” I said.

  He was still kissing me there, soothing my pulsing flesh with his mouth, his lips. His finger slipped out of my ass. “You’re okay, Aly. Keep letting go. I’m here.”

  The orgasm pulsed in my ears and in my legs. At last I let go of the headboard, and Rob caught me before I collapsed. Curling his hands around my waist, he guided my back onto the mattress. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, his eyes wide and beautiful. Beautifully expressive. There was a tenderness there I’d never seen before.

  It was all too much. The tenderness. The orgasm that would. Not. Quit. The stars and dress and the glasses.

  I couldn’t catch my breath. Couldn’t stop shaking.

  I grabbed at him, curling my fingernails into his chest.

  He surrounded me with his body, his warmth, in reply. Reaching down, he parted my legs and guided his middle two fingers down my slit, gently slipping them inside me. I felt my muscles fluttering around him.

  “Jesus Christ, love,” he said. “You’re still there.”

  When he pressed the heel of his palm to my clit, just how I liked it, I bit my lip.

  He ducked his head. Took my nipple in his mouth. I arched my back one last time.

  And then at last the orgasm subsided. My legs were jelly. My heart punched hard against my breastbone, over and over again.

  Blinking, I opened my eyes. Rob still had my nipple in his mouth, but he was looking at me now. Watching my face. His fingers slipped out of me.

  I dug my hand into his hair. “Wow. Just…wow.”

  “Welcome,” he said, smirking. After a beat, the smirk faded. His hand moved over my belly. “I want to call you something. Not Aly. I like it when you call me by my full name. What do you like?”

  Those eyes. Did they have to be so blue and beautiful and earnest?

  I gathered his hair in my fist. “Sweetheart is okay.”

  He blinked. “I thought you hated that.”

  “I do. I did, I mean. But—” But it feels different now, and I like it. Even though things between us weren’t different. They couldn’t be. “For tonight, it’s fine.”

  “You sure?”

  I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure how I felt or what was happening right now. Maybe it was just being in an actual bed with Rob—it made the whole thing feel intimate, even though it wasn’t. A case of vertigo, that’s all.

  Didn’t explain why I still wanted him to kiss me. Why I wanted to kiss him. More than I’d wanted anything in a long, long time.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rob

  Licking the taste of Aly’s cunt off my lips, my head—my heart—everything softened.

  Well, everything but my dick. I was so hard it hurt. But I didn’t want to rush. This could be the last time I’d ever get to be with Aly like this. I wanted it to be good for her. Leave an impression. If orgasms were all I could offer, I’d make damn sure they were the best she’d ever had.

  Aly deserved more than that, of course. She deserved the world. I just wasn’t the sort of bloke who could give it to her without burning down her life.

  “I’m sure,” she said. “Kind of.”

  My heart contracted. She was shaking. I brushed her hair out of her face. “You don’t sound very sure.”

  “We can try it on. It’s just for tonight, right?”

  The words—the correct reply—got stuck in my throat. I cleared it, running a hand down Aly’s side. Her breath hitched. “Yes. Just for tonight.”

  “Then okay.” She put her hand on my chest, right where my heart was throbbing, and looked me in the eye. “Why Robert? I’ve never heard anyone call you that.”

  The tip of my dick brushed against the warm skin on her hip. My whole body leapt; I sucked a breath through my teeth. I canted my hips back. She was literally burning me. Touching her burned me.

  How to explain to her that Robert made me feel like a different man? Rob was who I was to the world. The playboy. The fuck up. But Robert—Robert was his own man. He wasn’t tied down by his past. The demons that lived there.

  I was Robert, just for tonight.

  “It makes me feel different,” I began. I waited for her to roll her eyes or laugh, but she didn’t. Those eyes were kind. Intent. Had anyone ever taken the time to listen—really listen—to what I had to say? My mother had when I was little. But since then… “You’re trying on sweetheart. I’m trying on Robert.”

  Aly’s pretty lips moved into a smile, her trembling gone now. “The adult version of Rob.” She traced her fingertip over my collarbone. “I like this Robert.”

  “He likes you.”

  “Are you going to start referring to yourself in the third person now?” Her eyes danced.

  So did my pulse. I found myself grinning. “Will it get you off again if he does?”

  Aly pretended to think about it for a minute. “I think Robert is going to get me off regardless.”

  “With pleasure.”

  I reached down and guided my middle finger up her pussy, back to front. She was still so wet. So swollen. Her knees fell apart. She started breathing hard again. I ducked my head and sucked on her neck.

  I circled her clit with my knuckle. She dug her hand into my hair and tugged at it.

  “Robert?”

  I lifted my head. Met her eyes. “Yeah?”

  They were serious. “I mean it. You’ve been wonderful. Don’t stop.”

  “Don’t stop what?” I teased, squeezing her clit between two knuckles now.

  “That.” Aly gasped, her eyes going a little hazy. “But also you. Don’t stop being you.”

  I looked at her. Swallowed my heart. “How about neither of us stops being who we are? Just for tonight. Not who we’re told to be. Not who we think we should be or were born to be. Just us, yeah?”

  She nodded. “I love it. Yes.”

  Her hand on my chest, my hand between her legs, it hit me that Aly trusted me. When she’d told me about Kit’s fake engagement, I’d only thought about how Kit might actually think I was trustworthy. But now I realized that Aly was the one who’d confided in me. She’d believed enough in my ability, my honor, to share a massive secret. She’d trusted me enough to come out with me tonight. Come home with me tonight.

  She’d trusted me with her body just now. I’d felt it—the moment she surrendered and trusted me to hold her up. Have her. She’d been shaking, she’d been scared, but she’d fallen into me anyway.

  And that made me feel…a lot of things.

  Happy. A little angry. More than a little scared.

  “I won’t stop,” I said.

  Rolling her hips against my hand, she pleaded, “Show me.”

  I closed my eyes. I couldn’t tell her about the things she made me feel. It wasn’t fair to her. I wa
sn’t worthy of her. But I could show her how I felt. I’d tell her with my body how desperate I was for her, and how much I enjoyed her company, and how she made me wish I was the kind of man who was worthy of her strength. Her confidence. Her goodness.

  The kind of man who wouldn’t hurt her.

  Reaching across the bed, I grabbed a condom. I winced as I put it on. I was ready to fucking explode.

  Aly watched with full eyes. I grabbed her hands—both—by the wrists. Lifted them above her head as I rolled on top of her, the tips of her breasts brushing against my chest. I swallowed. She was so soft. Vulnerable. Beautiful. I curled my body around hers as best I could, like I was a cover, a shield to protect her from whatever invisible audience might be watching us.

  She bent her legs, her calves firm against my sides. My cock rested on her belly; her cunt was splayed open against my root, wet and needy. I rolled my hips, once, and kissed her jaw, the hollow beneath her ear. She arched into me, panting. Moaning. Her eyes still on mine.

  I loved the little sounds she made.

  Gathering her wrists in one hand, I held them there while I reached down with the other. Lifted my hips and held my dick. I guided my tip to her clit, circling it there. Aly’s eyes fluttered shut. I knew her; knew she wasn’t ready to come again. Not quite. But if I could last inside her for a while, I could get her there.

  I wanted to get her there. I couldn’t give her the world, but I could make her come.

  Aly cried out, louder, when I dragged myself up and down her cunt. Taking my time like this was making me tremble. But I refused to make the mistake of rushing like I had before. I knew better now.

  Rushing with a girl like Aly was fucking criminal.

  At last I settled myself at her entrance. She opened her eyes and met mine.

  I pushed, just a little, leaning my weight into her. I sunk inside slowly, gritting my teeth as I set my free hand beside her head.

  Hot. Tight. Soft. Her eyes and her cunt and her sighs—all this softness. My balls tightened. Sensation prickled at the base of my spine.

  I stopped. Hung my head and tried to catch my breath.

  “Robert,” Aly breathed. “You okay?”

  “Uh-huh,” I said, even as I shook my head.

  What the hell was happening to me? This is what I was good at. This is what I could control. So why’d I feel like I was losing it with each passing heartbeat?

  Looking up, I rolled my hips. Fell into her, because she felt so good and I was so confused and I wanted her so bloody bad.

  I rocked into her, once twice, going deeper each time until I was buried to the hilt. Aly’s eyes followed mine, her breath catching when I pulled back, thrust forward. Her hips rose to meet me, and she bent her legs even more, her knees hitting my ribs now.

  My strokes evened out, rolling, gutting, smooth. We began to move together. It wasn’t slow or fast or messy or clean. It just was. The two of us gave and took in equal measure, our skin growing damp with sweat and our breaths ragged between us. The air smelled like sex and Aly’s perfume, and for a second I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

  I was beginning to feel desperate. For what, I didn’t know.

  Aly pressed her lips to my chin, just underneath my jaw. Just a hint of the slick inside of her bottom lip.

  “Sweetheart,” I sputtered, looking down at her. Her face was flushed, color high and bright. Hair everywhere. Lips swollen, pink.

  Blue-green eyes open. I rocked my hips, going deeper than before, and she gasped. Her pussy tightened around me, once.

  God, I wanted to kiss her. Take that gasp in my mouth, soothe it with my tongue.

  I slid my other hand—the one holding her wrists—up, twining it with one of hers. Our fingers tangled.

  She squeezed mine.

  I groaned. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm much longer. My rhythm was getting frenzied; I couldn’t control it. Her other hand moved to my low back, pressing me into her. Making me see red.

  The sensation, sharp, gathered low in my abdomen. And then I crested the hill, free-falling into the orgasm that rose up suddenly to meet me. We collided, and I hit the pavement hard, the impact leaving me reeling and blind and gasping. I didn’t recognize the sound I made. All I could feel was an insistent, almost painful throb as I emptied myself into her, my body going taut. The shockwaves pounded through me. Kept pounding. You’d think we hadn’t fucked in years for how big and loud this orgasm was.

  I shut my eyes, leaning my forehead against hers. The next thing I knew, I felt her fingers between us, slipping over her pussy. She was fluttering around me again, her walls trembling. Her body was hard and tight underneath mine, ripe for release.

  Aly was going to come again.

  “Let me help you,” I breathed.

  “No.” Her voice was breathy. “I’m—Robert, I’m there—”

  Aly came crashing down, too, her cunt milking me with a vise-like grip as her walls collapsed. It made me dizzy, how fucking good it felt.

  It made me feel like my chest had been hollowed out.

  I opened my eyes. Aly’s were still closed. Her brow was furrowed again. Could I kiss her there? It was stupid. Dangerous. But I felt this urgent need to do it anyway.

  Staying inside her—she felt too bloody good—I bent my neck and covered the lines between her eyebrows with my lips.

  She went still.

  “Not okay?” I asked, pulling back a little.

  The furrow stayed there for a beat. Then she relaxed her face, letting out the breath she’d been holding. She opened her eyes.

  Our faces were a breath apart. Noses touching. Her eyes were full. Sated.

  Curious.

  I didn’t want to kiss her. I needed to.

  “I should go get cleaned up,” she said. She curled her hand around the nape of my neck.

  “Whatever you need, sweetheart.”

  Aly didn’t move. My heart skipped a beat.

  I gave her nose a little nudge with mine. I was so close. We were so fucking close.

  This was so fucking dangerous.

  I’d agreed to her rules, and I wasn’t about to break them. She’d have to be the one to do that.

  Her lips parted.

  And then she pressed them to mine.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Rob

  Her kiss was honest and good and needy. I didn’t realize how afraid I’d been to find out how she tasted—like I was terrified the first taste would be so sweet I’d never get my fill—until this moment.

  I’d been right to be afraid. Aly tasted fucking perfect. Possibility with a hint of the champagne we’d had earlier.

  I wanted to devour her, but I held back. Let her take the lead. Her hand was on my face now, fingertips tracing my jaw. She angled her head, deepening the angle of the kiss as her lips explored mine. She opened them. Touched my bottom lip with her tongue.

  I’d just had the orgasm to end all orgasms. And still blood rushed to my groin. Still I wanted to curl her into me and keep her here, just like this, forever.

  One kiss.

  I pulled back, breathing hard. I was slipping. One of us had to keep our heads tonight. This was supposed to be a hook up. We’d done it dozens of times. Tonight could not be any different. It was time to stop before things went too far.

  Searching Aly’s eyes, I ran my hand up her side. Blew out a breath. She was looking at me like that again. Like I had good things—important things—inside me that she liked.

  Fuck me, this girl.

  I ducked my head and kissed her back. Stupidly. Recklessly. I didn’t know who I was in that moment: the man who took what he wanted without a second thought, or the one who thought so much about this girl he’d give her anything she asked of him.

  I kissed her hard, closing my eyes. Unleashed the pent up longing that’d plagued me over the past few weeks. I kissed her deeply, pushing, pulling, demanding that she push back. I drank her in, breathing hard, heart pounding, waiting for her to push me away. S
he moaned into my mouth. I didn’t stop. I was losing grip, losing myself in her, but she was losing herself in me, too. And I loved that.

  I fucking loved it. Being in a warm cocoon of blankets with her, the whole night ahead of us.

  Rolling onto my side, I took her with me, pressing the front of my body to hers. I put my hands on her, my fingertips roaming her skin, her tits, her ass. They found their way to the nape of her neck, and I held her there, my thumb arcing over her cheek, controlling the kiss.

  I’d somehow managed to stay inside her. I was getting hard again. Aly sensed it; she rolled her hips. Her pussy was still soft. Eager.

  I wanted to kiss her like this and hold her like this and have her like this every night. I was being a greedy arsehole. But in that moment, I didn’t care.

  Suddenly we were moving together again, the kiss becoming sex, our bodies falling into rhythm as we kept kissing, and kept kissing. And kept bloody kissing. My hands were on her face. Hers were on my ass now, and then my back, my arms. Taking her time.

  And then I was coming again, grunting without breaking the kiss.

  “Sweetheart,” I murmured, feathering my lips over hers. I reached for her cunt. “Again? Stay. We’ll break our record.”

  She froze. Literally went dead still in my arms.

  My stomach clenched.

  Aly pulled back. “Stay?”

  “Yeah,” I said, searching her face, trying to get a read on her. Did I say something wrong? “I’d like you to spend the night. Six orgasms was our record, right? Let’s make it seven.”

  The light in her eyes contracted. “And then what?”

  My pulse sped up. I suddenly saw where this was going, and I hated it. Because my answer sucked. Then nothing. I can give you nothing but this.

  It’d been criminal to rush with a girl like Aly.

  It was also criminal to kiss her like I had. Like she was everything I wanted. She was. But that was exactly why I could not have her.

  I was leading her on. Toying with her feelings.

  As if realizing the mistake we’d both made, Aly put a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God.”