Playboy Prince: A Royal Romance (The Brothers of Ocauria Book 1)

by Margot Winter

  “Oh! I’m sorry to hear that.” Her eyes widened.

  “Yeah. I was just a kid then. Long time ago,” I said, trying to brush it off. “Anyway, my dad’s getting older, and he wants to ensure that the country ends up in good hands. Due to our archaic rules of heredity, only the eldest son can take his place on the throne — or, if not the eldest son, then the king’s siblings. And from what I know, Jasper is not the kind of man who should be the king of anything.”

  Gwen thought for a moment. “Hmm…so I can see why it’s important to make sure that Jasper doesn’t become king. But do you want to be king? It seems like you’d rather be living your own life, and not ruling over a whole country.”

  I adjusted my tie nervously. “The thing is, I want to know for sure that Ocauria is in good hands. I don’t think I could live with myself knowing that I failed to step up to the plate when my family and my country needed me the most. On the other hand, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life trapped in a palace, surrounded by bodyguards and advisors telling me what to do. Now that I’m back home, they’re going to try to convince me to settle down and get married to the ‘right’ kind of woman. It’s all about securing the family line.” I shook my head in disgust. “I miss being free already.”

  Gwen seemed distraught. “What’s the ‘right’ kind of woman?”

  “Someone from a noble background,” I said. “The thought of settling down with one woman scares me enough. The thought of having such limited options is even worse!”

  My dinner companion appeared to be taken aback by my words. I realized that she was trying to see things from the perspective of a prince, and she must not have liked the view from the top. In her mind, I probably sounded like a huge asshole, the kind of guy who never a girl called back, unless he needed a huge favor (and now I felt like a dick for that, too).

  If that’s what she was thinking about me, then she was half-right. I used to be that guy. I was afraid to say it out loud, but I was sure that for someone like Gwen, I could change my ways. Too bad the odds of us seeing each other again were quite slim. I had no interest in giving her false hope.

  Desperate to say the right thing and lift her spirits, I said, “If things work out, I’ll end up back home in New York before the end of the year. And if I do, I’m giving you a call the second my plane lands.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Carter, come on. You have enough to worry about right now! Let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight.” She paused for a moment. “You have no idea how lucky I feel to be here right now with you.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  Gwen’s cheeks slowly turned crimson. “This is going to sound ridiculous, but…you were the best sex of my life.”

  A sense of excitement stirred within me. “Oh, is that so? You weren’t half-bad yourself.”

  “If we could have another night like that, then my vacation would be complete,” she said matter-of-factly. I watched as she gently flicked her tongue over her lower lip. I wondered if that was an intentionally flirtatious gesture. If so, she knew exactly how to get me going.

  I leaned in close, lowering my voice. “You know, if no one else was around, I’d pin you down right here on this table and rip that dress off your sexy little body. Then I’d fuck you so hard that…” I noticed that I was losing her attention. “What? What is it?”

  Gwen froze, her eyes darting to the right. Our server was standing next to us, a weary expression on his face. He must have heard me talking dirty to my date.

  I sat up straight and looked directly at him. “We’ll have the check, please. And a couple boxes for the leftovers.”

  As he walked away, Gwen burst out laughing. “Let’s wait until we’re back at the hotel before you start telling me what you want to do to me…it’ll be better once we’re in private.”

  My eyes scanned her body again, this time not so discreetly. I wanted her to know I was checking her out. “I doubt I’ll tell you about it. I’d rather actually do it to you.”

  The beautiful woman sitting a few feet away knocked back the rest of her glass of wine and stood up, flipping her lustrous hair over her shoulders and shooting an intense, smoldering glance in my direction.

  “I’m looking forward to it,” she murmured.

  That’s when I knew for sure that we were going to have an amazing night.

  9

  Gwen

  The walk back to the hotel was fraught with tension. I was trying to maintain my composure (and my balance — it wasn’t easy navigating the bumpy cobblestones in my heels). It wasn’t like me to be so sexually suggestive in a public place. Back home, I would have felt kind of slutty for talking about sex with a guy I wasn’t dating. That was something that “relationship girls” like me didn’t do. Then again, I wasn’t at home. Being in a foreign land was an incredibly liberating experience, and I felt like I could be as naughty as I wanted to. As no one said ever, “What happens in Ocauria stays in Ocauria.”

  “What?” Carter asked. “What’s so funny?”

  His fingers grazed my waist and he slipped his hand over my lower back.

  “Nothing.” I must have been grinning like a fool. “I’m just being weird.”

  “Hey…wait. Stop right here. I want you to look up.”

  We were almost back at the hotel, and Carter leaned in close next to me. I looked up at his handsome face and then further up at the night sky. “Oh, wow…”

  It was stark black and dappled with distant stars. The crescent moon, a thin sliver of white, practically pierced through the dark canvas.

  Carter pulled my body close to his. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, his hand moving up my back. I felt his fingers at the nape of my neck, and then he began to run them through my hair. “I love New York, but every so often, it’s good to be away from the craziness.”

  “I agree,” I said softly. I was almost afraid to move a muscle. Part of me wished that I could stay here forever, shivering in my little black dress, my feet aching, just so that I could have Carter’s fingers in my hair and his sexy voice in my ear.

  Caught up in the moment, I spun towards him and craned my neck to plant a quick kiss on his lips.

  He smirked. “That’s not a real kiss.”

  “Show me a real kiss, then,” I said playfully.

  Carter surprised me by grabbing my body and pulling me even closer. He leaned down towards me, pressing his lips against mine. The instant he kissed me, I felt weak, like I might topple over. Luckily, his strong arms were holding me upright. Carter pulled away for a moment and then dove back in for a deeper, more intense kiss. His lips moved softly over mine, and I opened my mouth slightly as if to beg for more. As soon as I yielded, I felt his tongue in my mouth, firm and commanding. He kissed me with passion, engulfing me with his heat and desire.

  My lips trembled. “Let’s go inside,” I said weakly.

  He flashed a sexy smile. “Yeah. Let’s go warm up.”

  Once inside, we didn’t have the patience to wait for the elevator. The same blonde woman was in the reception area, and she gazed at us curiously as we began to climb the stairs. We didn’t care. At this point, we were both so caught up in the moment, nothing else mattered.

  After a couple flights of stairs, I had no choice but to take off my torturous shoes. By the time we reached the top floor, Carter was literally carrying me.

  “Here we are!” he announced as we crossed the threshold, slamming the door shut behind him.

  I kicked my legs. “All right, you can put me down now.” I dropped my shoes on the floor. “Oops!”

  “You can’t tell me what to do!” he teased.

  “Are you sure about that?” I raised one eyebrow.

  Without another word, Carter carried me over to my bed, dropping me gently and taking off his stiff suit jacket. He removed his tie.

  “Yeah, I’m sure,” he said, licking his lips. I noticed he was breathing heavily. I was mesmerized by him as he performed this informal strip tease. He must have realized
that I was eager to see him naked again, because he hastened the process, unbuttoning his dress shirt and throwing it on the floor with gusto. I gaped at the sight of his muscles.

  “Fuck…you’re too good-looking for me,” I moaned.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” He loosened his belt, and for a brief moment, I wondered if he had a sadistic side. Although I’d never thought about getting whipped before, with a man as gorgeous Carter, I might be down for something kinky like that.

  “You can get any woman you want,” I sighed. “So why me?”

  He sauntered over to the bed, pulling down his pants. I gulped at the sight of his firm, athletic legs — and the noticeable bulge in his boxer-briefs.

  With a little laugh, Carter grabbed my bare legs and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. Next thing I knew, he was lying on top of me, his face inches away from mine. “Because,” he murmured, his breath hot on my skin. “You’re sexy. Shit…you have no idea how sexy you are, Gwen. I get hard just thinking about you.” He kissed my lips again, running his hand through my long hair. “I get so hard thinking about your sexy lips. And your perfect tits. And your ass. And how tight you were…”

  I ran my hands over his broad back and lifted my head slightly. “Kiss me again.”

  Carter kissed me forcefully, practically knocking the air out of my lungs. Our tongues met, and I moaned softly, scratching my fingernails over the surface of his back. I felt a few raised lines and gasped when I realized that I must have left marks the other night when we were in this position. “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” I giggled breathlessly.

  “Do whatever you want to me,” he murmured, his lips tracing a line on my neck. “Anything you fucking want. But before you do…there’s something I want to do for you.”

  He slowly slid down, kissing my neck and my chest, his hands squeezing my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress. When he was practically kneeling on the floor, he hiked up my skirt and pulled me even closer to the edge of the bad. I loved the way he handled my body so roughly.

  Carter reached up to slide my red lacy panties down over my hips. I lifted myself off the bed to make it easier for him to pull them off. He tossed them to the side and begin to kiss my bare thighs, teasing me. Then he roughly slid a finger deep inside, making my whole body shudder.

  “Someone’s pretty wet,” he commented.

  “Mmhmm,” was all I could manage to mutter, my eager body straining towards him. I wanted to feel his lips and tongue on my delicate folds. I was very wet already, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was soaked with pleasure.

  Carter buried his head between my thighs, lifting my skirt a little higher and flicking his slick tongue over my clit. I gripped the bedsheets, bracing myself for what was to come. Of course, Carter was making me wait. It was agonizingly sexy watching him extend his tongue only to move away, a playful look in his eyes. I felt his warm breath tickling my thighs.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged. My voice came out as a tiny whimper. Only Carter had the power to make me feel so weak and helpless.

  “You want more?” he asked. “Are you going to cum for me?” He reached beneath me, squeezing my ass tightly.

  “God, yes,” I sighed.

  “Are you going to say my name when you cum?”

  “Yeah…please, Carter…I was thinking about doing this again the whole time I was on the plane…” I inhaled deeply as his fingers caressed my bare flesh again. “Thinking about your tongue…and your mouth…and your cock. I don’t know what it is, but you make me feel like a fucking slut.”

  “That’s because you are one. At least when I’m with you.”

  And with those words, he began to lick my pussy, thick, long strokes of his agile tongue running over the surface of my skin. I let out a soft moan as he gripped my body by the hips to keep it still.

  “Be a good girl for me,” he commanded before diving back in between my thighs.

  He gently sucked on my clit before working his way down, his tongue flicking back and forth, his lips kissing every inch of me.

  “I want your finger inside of me again,” I sighed. “It feels even better that way.”

  “Oh?” He adjusted himself, fucking me with one finger, then two, while he moved his firm tongue in soft circles over and around my clit. Fuck, this was even better than the other night, probably because Carter was slightly more familiar with my body and he remembered the kind of pressure I liked.

  I closed my eyes tightly. “I might cum soon.”

  “Might?” Carter shoved his fingers deeper inside me, hooking them to hit my G-spot. I gasped audibly. “You mean you’re going to cum soon.”

  “I’m going to cum soon,” I echoed dumbly. When he shoved his fingers that far inside me, I lost all control.

  Carter sat up, watching my face intently as he continued to stimulate the deep, powerful spot within me with one hand while he used his other hand to play with my clit. His eyes drifted back and forth from my face to my exposed lower half. He looked drunk with desire.

  “Just like that,” I sighed. “Yes. Keep going!”

  His hand moved rapidly and rhythmically inside me, making my entire body tremble and vibrate with excitement.

  “You’re so sexy,” he said gruffly. “Cum for me, Gwen…”

  “Almost there,” I said, just barely managing to utter the words coherently. “So close…”

  My last, breathless words melted into moans as I felt myself careening towards ecstasy. There was no going back. The sensation built rapidly, and before I knew it, I was crying out Carter’s name, along with an expletive or two, and shaking uncontrollably.

  Carter didn’t stop moving his expert fingers until I’d stopped trembling. I was a sweaty, satisfied mess. “That was incredible,” I breathed. “Come over here.”

  He climbed onto the bed next to me, kissing me again. I opened my eyes to stare at him in disbelief. I half-expected to wake up from this dirty dream back in my cramped studio apartment, alone and miserable. After all, princes only existed in fairytales. They didn’t eat you out in hotel rooms.

  I opened my mouth wide, letting out a yawn. “Carter, I want you to fuck me hard. Fuck me…so…” I yawned again. “Hard.”

  He smiled. “We can do that another time.”

  “Another time?” I sat up slowly. “But…but…we may never see each other again.”

  “I can tell you’re tired,” he said. “And jet-lagged, too. All I wanted to do was see you cum. We can have some fun in the morning, if you’re up for it.”

  While I was disappointed that Carter and I weren’t going to have sex, he did have a point. I was exhausted. And that insanely intense orgasm had sapped whatever energy I had left.

  “You sure?” I asked, tracing his cheekbone with my index finger. “I don’t want to leave you hanging.”

  “Let’s go to sleep,” he murmured.

  I yanked off my dress and he curled up in the bed behind me, his warm body pressed against mine. I could feel his hard cock through his underwear. I sensed that Carter was trying to be a gentleman and restraining his carnal urges so that I could get a good night’s sleep.

  Tomorrow morning, I would have to pay him back for the pleasure he gave me tonight. And I couldn’t wait.

  10

  Carter

  Even though the curtains were drawn tightly over the windows, sunlight spilled in around eight-thirty. I opened my eyes cautiously, wishing that I didn’t have to face the day. I’d spend the entire night pressed up against Gwen’s sexy body, and I was hard as a rock.

  Although I would have liked to wake her up so that we could fuck, I knew that she needed to catch up on her sleep. I bit my lip thinking about the way she’d cried out my name last night. It suddenly occurred to me that she may have enjoyed what I was doing to her even more now that she was aware that I was a prince. But what I liked about Gwen was the fact that she would never admit that, or even make a big deal about my royal status. She seemed to genuinely like
me for me.

  Moving quietly so I didn’t wake her up, I headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I yanked off my underwear and got inside, sliding the heavy glass door shut and letting the hot water wash away any lingering fears I had about facing my family.

  Actually, thinking about Gwen was the best way to distract myself. The way she had yielded to my kisses. The way she tasted on my tongue. The way her body had shaken as she came hard, my fingers buried deep inside her wet, tight pussy…

  Instantly, my hand was on my cock and I was stroking myself. I must have said her name aloud, because through the foggy glass doors, I saw her enter the room.

  I immediately stopped pleasuring myself. “You need to use the bathroom?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

  “Um…no…” she said hesitantly. “But I may need a shower soon.”

  I watched her nude form cautiously approach. “Why don’t you join me?”

  I slid the door open and saw Gwen standing naked, sexy as ever. She was blatantly staring at my erect member.

  “Uh…” I laughed nervously. “You coming in or what?”

  Without saying a word, Gwen stepped into the shower, shutting the door behind her. I hungrily gazed at the soft curves of her breasts, her hips, and her silky thighs, and before I knew it, my hand had wandered back to my cock.

  Gwen licked her lips, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. “Can I get a little water?” she asked, nudging me to the side. “I just want to wash my hair while I’m in here.”

  I stepped aside, but not before caressing her bare breasts and letting my hands slide down over her belly. I was tempted to shove my fingers inside her so that I would have the pleasure of watching her cum yet again.

  “I want to do something for you,” she whispered, slicking her wet hair back and lowering herself to her knees. “As a way to thank you for bringing me here.”

  “Oh?” I grinned. “What are you gonna do?”

  Silently, Gwen placed her hand on my cock and began to stroke me, slowly but surely, from the base all the way to the tip. “Is that good?” she asked softly.