Royal Baby Double Trouble_A Two Princes MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  How good it would be to be his.

  But first things first─ and my first priority was Sam. And right now, I needed to make sure Darien wasn’t waiting in the main corridor for me, ready to lecture me. I was way too tired for that.

  When I cracked the front door open, I eyeballed the inside and saw that all the lights were off. All I saw were faint glows from lights upstairs.

  Slipping in and closing the door, darkness enveloped me. With every step I took, I made sure that I didn’t hit something.

  Just as I was getting closer to the stairs, I moved faster.

  I was gonna get away with— shit! The edge of a rug snagged my foot and I landed face first on the ground with a huge thud.

  “Fuck! Great, just great,” I whined to myself, struggling to get up. My legs were tangled with each other and the breath in my lungs was knocked out of me.

  “Willow.”

  Damn it. I could smell the warm cologne, leaching off of him. My body shivered, knowing he was close, yet not being able to see him.

  “Darien?” I felt around with my hand and touched his crotch, pushing against his cock. “Oops! Sorry!” He grabbed my hands, and I swatted them away. “I just tripped, I’m fine.”

  “Let me help you up—”

  “No, I’m good I can—yikes!” Now I was close to his warm broad chest. It felt like steel under his shirt. “Darien, we can’t do this…”

  “And why not? Lights on.” The lights faded on and he scanned my body possessively. “What’re you wearing? You weren’t wearing this when you left.”

  I guess he was the billionaire detective now. I struggled in his embrace, but he held on tight and started up the stairs.

  “Oh, I went to a club with my friends…”

  “What club?”

  Shit, he wanted details. I wasn’t a clubber, and after Sam’s accident, I alienated my friends.

  I was a loner. Grieving and wallowing around in my sorrow.

  Now here I was, in the arms of one of the most powerful men in the country. Darien Thrilling.

  “Willow, answer me.”

  “The one downtown,” I said, unsure of myself.

  Was there even a club downtown?

  “There’s only one type of club downtown, and it’s a gay club for men only. Not women. Try again.”

  Fuck, he could see right through me.

  “Um…” I gave up. He turned the corner and went down to my room. He pushed the door open and brought me inside.

  It wasn’t until we were at the bed that he put me down gently.

  I was wearing a cute halter top and some Daisy Dukes with my black boots. Ariel was asleep, so I wasn’t concerned about her accidentally seeing me.

  Darien, on the other hand…

  “You smell like alcohol. Willow, I want the truth,” he demanded, folding his arms, his eyes staring me down.

  “Fine, I was over there…”

  “Dancing?”

  “Do we have to do this?” I sighed.

  “Yes. Willow, why?! You know I’m here. You know if you need anything under the goddamn sun that I’d give it to you. Do you see the way Ariel looks at you?”

  “Yes, but I—”

  “Do you see the way I look at you?”

  “Darien, I’m not used to this.”

  “Get used to this. Get comfortable with this. I need you here. The only reason you’re out there stripping is because you’re not telling me the whole truth… and that hurts.”

  “Darien…”

  “Willow, I don’t see you as just my nanny.”

  “And I don’t see you as just my boss either. I see my hero, the man that saved me in the alley, the man that’s helping me save my brother…”

  I got off the bed to stand and face him. I wanted to be on an even playing field, even though I was shorter than him.

  “Darien—” He cut me off with a kiss. My back arched on its own, exposing more of my skin to him.

  He ran his thumbs over my nipples, back and forth across the cotton of my halter top. The sensation, the friction, ran through me, making me wet, making me melt in his arms like butter. He stepped forward, forcing me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I fell backward onto it.

  Darien fell on top of me. My body sank deeper into the bed as I relaxed and gave myself up to what he was doing. My hips started thrusting against him on their own accord, and he responded by pressing his cock against my thigh, while never stopping the light, maddening pressure on my nipples.

  Maybe this was the time to tell him I was a virgin. Too bad that expert mouth of his kept me moaning.

  Finally he slid his hands away and pulled my top down roughly. He pressed both hands to my breasts and pushed them together so that both nipples rose up to meet his mouth, and he lapped his tongue over each of them greedily.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growled.

  He bit down on one of my tits and I gasped.

  “Oh God, yes, Darien.” I grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anything I could reach. “Fuck yes, harder!”

  He pulled the top off of me altogether, and slid down my body, licking and biting at my skin as he went. It came so naturally to him. Older men were really something.

  Chapter 17 – Willow

  He knelt on the floor between my knees and started to unsnap my cutoffs.

  “Dar-Darien, I have to tell you—”

  “Hmmm?” He slid the shorts over my thighs and down over my boots. I was only wearing a lace g-string underneath them, and I heard his whispered, “Fuck!”

  He trailed his kisses up my thighs while his hands held me firmly in place. He got closer to my mound and stopped to breathe over it. All I could feel was his hot breath and his firm hands on my thighs, and I wanted to grind my pussy into his face.

  He didn’t move, though. What was he thinking? Did he like it? His silence was killing me.

  Finally, I heard his voice, low and deep and primitive.

  “I want to be the only man to touch you. To kiss you. To see you like this. You won’t ever have anyone make you feel as good as I can.”

  Then he bent his head and kissed it, a hard but tender kiss right in the middle. Then his tongue shot out.

  He was tasting me, and holy fuck did it feel insane.

  “Oh God, right there! Yes!”

  His tongue pushed on my clit, then it laved down to spear into my pussy. I grasped handfuls of his hair and thrust against him. I couldn’t stand it, and my head whipped from side to side.

  “Yeah, baby,” he moaned.

  He put a finger inside me and went back to my clit, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it while he fucked me with his finger.

  My body was ready to snap from the pressure of arching my back.

  He inhaled my scent. “Your pussy tastes as sweet as you. You’re so wet.”

  He opened my pussy further with his fingers in a scissoring motion. God, he was able to see all of me. I guess he liked it, because he buried his face in it again. I yelped and this time I couldn’t help it, I ground hard into his face.

  He didn’t stop sucking and licking me, but he moved his hands from my thighs and I heard his belt unbuckle. Then he was sliding away from me. I opened my eyes and saw him take out his cock. It was thick and red and glistened with pre-cum.

  It was the most arousing thing I’d ever seen, but I wasn’t sure I could take it all in.

  “God, Darien,” I breathed. “You’re so big. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if I can—”

  “You can,” he growled. He quickly stripped out of his slacks and briefs. “I knew you were a virgin. I knew I could claim you for your very first time. I am going to do it right now, Willow. And I need you to take me in.”

  He motioned for me to change angles and lie against the pillows, then he came down gently on top of me. He didn’t immediately start thrusting, though; instead, he kissed me. I tasted myself on his mouth, but I also tasted pure Darien.

  His hand
s skimmed up and down my breasts again, caressing, then pinching, my nipples. I started to rub myself against him again, building back up that fever pitch, rubbing my juices all over his chest in an effort to get that friction against my pussy again.

  He reached down and grasped his cock, then shifted a little on top of me so he could rub the head in my wetness. “You’re so wet for me, Willow. God, you’re so fucking sweet.”

  He slid his cock down through my folds and into my entrance, where he hesitated. I couldn’t believe how he was teasing me.

  “Please, Darien, please!” I was nearly sobbing. “Please come inside me.”

  I hooked my ankles around his back and thrust, trying to force him in. He did go in a little farther, but not all the way. How the fuck did he have this much control?

  He pushed in a little more, and my eyes opened wide. That… kind of hurt. Well, not hurt, but it was stretching me a lot.

  “I don’t know if this is going to work,” I panted. “You’re so big, and I’ve never─”

  He withdrew completely and met my eyes. “You’ve never had any man inside you at all, have you?”

  “Right,” I said. “I’ve never done this before.”

  He blew out a breath and kissed me. “And you want to do it with me?”

  “God, yes!” I half laughed, half sobbed. “I just don’t know─”

  “I’ll be gentle,” he promised. “You can take me. Just trust me, okay?”

  “Okay,” I said. “Just— I can’t wait anymore!”

  He laughed shakily. “Me neither.”

  He slid his cock back into place.

  “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” he said, clenching his jaw. At least his control wasn’t easy for him.

  He thrust in an inch or so, then pulled back out. Then he thrust in a little further. Back and forth, a little further each time, stretching me, filling me slowly, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed my heels against his ass and thrust my pelvis up toward him, and as he drove home, I screamed.

  “Willow?” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, God, yes,” I moaned. “Please, Darien!”

  I rocked against him, getting used to the feeling of him inside me, and suddenly he yelled, “Fuck!” and started thrusting, pounding, into me. For a moment all I could do was let myself be overcome by the storm, but then he changed his angle, and my clit was getting the friction it needed. I started thrusting back, a little sore, but it didn’t matter, I needed his skin running over my clit.

  “Darien!” I cried. I had made myself come before, but coming with a huge cock inside me was a whole different thing. “Oh, God, Darien, yes, yes, yes…”

  I was babbling, because I was being fucked senseless. My orgasm went on until I felt weak, and Darien kept ramming into me, so I wrapped my legs around his back and held on. Finally he gave a hoarse shout and thrust even harder, until he collapsed on top of me.

  I could feel his sticky sweetness inside me. I knew I had told him to come inside me, but it was in the heat of the moment, and it just felt so good. I couldn’t believe he had listened. But now his cum was drizzling down my legs, and I was unable to ignore the fact that he had marked me as his own, claimed me, just as he had said he wanted to do.

  Neither of us moved until our breathing leveled out, and then I started idly running my fingers through his hair. He felt so good. His hair, his skin, his cock inside me.

  Finally, with what seemed like an enormous effort, he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He brushed the hair away from my face. “Are you okay?”

  I laughed. He was different from the other guys. Yeah he had money, but the big bad Darien Thrilling was also a loving father, and a good man. So, yeah, I was okay. I was so much more than okay.

  “Um…yeah.” I giggled again. “I think I’m okay.”

  He rolled halfway to the side, pulling himself out of me. I made a little pout of disappointment, but it turned into a sigh of contentment when he gathered me in his arms and pressed my head to his chest. Our legs intertwined, and we dozed, wrapped up in each other.

  “Willow…”

  “Mmmm?”

  His thigh was thrust between mine, and in my half asleep state, I started to rock back and forth on it. “Mmmmm…” I could feel that I was sore, inside my pussy and in the muscles around it, but I also had Darien’s thigh pushed up against my clit and I wanted to ride it.

  I didn’t even open my eyes, just rubbed up and down on his thigh until I came, not the screaming, shattering orgasm of earlier, but a body-soul orgasm that bound me to Darien completely.

  “Fuck, woman,” Darien murmured. “Come here.”

  He shifted our legs until I was straddling his hips, with his now-erect cock pointing up at me. “You control it,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. You do it.”

  I was still pretty wet, and his cock slid right into me. It did hurt a little, but looking down at him while I rode him was so intimate, so hot, that I stopped thinking about that after just a few seconds.

  “Your pussy is so tight and so wet,” he said. “I can’t believe I just took you for your very first time.”

  “I can’t believe you came in me,” I told him.

  He spread open my pussy and looked at his cum that was still gathered inside me, as he fucked me again.

  “You’re going to make me come,” I said.

  He reached up and grabbed ahold of my nipple, squeezing it while electricity ran through my entire body.

  “Darien, I’m coming,” I moan. “I’m coming so hard.”

  “You’re going to make me come again too,” he told me. “My cock is so hard inside you.”

  “It feels so good. So long and thick inside me. I love how it fills me all the way up.”

  I rode him gently but mercilessly until he came, and I came again.

  He spread open my pussy once more and said, “I just have to get a look at the cream pie I left in you. That’s so fucking hot. You’re mine now; no one else’s. You understand?”

  I nodded, chills running down my spine as I realized how intense, how possessive, his words were. And how much I loved that he had said that.

  I collapsed on his chest, and his arms came around me.

  “I’m sorry, Willow.”

  I looked up at him drowsily. “What for? Making me come three times? Mmm. Yes, that was terrible.”

  Somehow he managed to look both smug and sheepish. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

  “Never mind,” he sighed. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

  Chapter 18 – Willow

  The next morning rolled in and Darien and I got up to shower and get Ariel ready for school. I told Darien to go to his office and prepare for work while I looked after Ariel. I was still the nanny after all.

  “Ariel, you look so pretty in that dress!” I said, while she twirled around in her baby blue dress with white stockings and a white hair bow.

  She even struck a few poses in the mirror. Girls. I remember when I was her age.

  “Thanks, Mommy…” Ariel said, turning around with her hands behind her back. Uh oh, she laid down a new title on me.

  “Mommy?” I didn’t know how to handle this one.

  “Yeah, you’re gonna be called Mommy from now on.”

  “Well, I’m honored. But I love it when you call me Willow!”

  “But I want to call you Mom!” Ariel whined, pouting.

  Oh no, this was getting difficult. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Nor did I want to try to replace her mother. I felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.

  “Ariel, I—” My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. “Hold on, let me take this call, Ariel, I’ll be back.”

  She sighed, frowning. I went out into the hallway and to my room. I would have been glad for the distraction of the call that had come in at just the right moment, except that it was from my mother, and that’s never a good thing.

  “Hello?”

  I l
ooked out the tall window of my room. It was cloudy outside, a dismal looking day.

  “Willow, I’m so sorry,” my mother said. “But we had to make a decision.”

  “Mom? What decision? Are you talking about Sam?”

  Panic rose up in my throat and my head felt light. The carpet beneath my feet began to feel like burning coals.

  “Yes, the doctors said his chances of waking up are very small. We can’t afford to keep—”

  “What do you mean you can’t afford? I’ve been paying the bills for him to stay alive! What’re you saying?”

  “And where have you been getting that money, young lady? We haven’t seen you at home for weeks now.”

  She was dodging the question. Where I got the money was none of her business. The only thing that mattered was that I wasn’t breaking the law to get the money.

  Though if I didn’t have this job, then I’d happily break laws to keep Sam alive.

  “Mom, get to the point, what’s happening to Sam?!”

  “We’re taking him off the machine,” she blurted out.

  A painful silence drifted between us for a few seconds before I felt myself unravel.

  “No! Don’t you dare! He’s still alive, don’t kill him!”

  I slammed my fist on the desk in my room. I felt helpless, powerless, miserable, but also so very angry. A fury rose up in me so strongly that I was surprised by its intensity.

  “Willow, we’re so sorry. The hospital will be taking his machine in two months anyway. Holding onto a false hope will only hurt more.”

  “I hate you! I can afford to keep him alive, so this can’t be about money!” I fell down onto my knees, gripping the phone with a fatal pressure. “Mom! Mom!”

  I looked at the phone and saw that she hung up on me.

  What the fuck? I was doing everything I was supposed to. Things were going fine!

  Darien ran into the room and knelt down by my side, holding my shoulders.

  “Willow! Are you okay?!”

  I jerked away from him, standing up and pointing to the door. “Leave, just leave me alone.”