I just fucking hope she’s there.
But how the hell am I going to get out of here?
I review my options. I did receive a fair amount of military strategy training from the top strategist in Liseria, back when I was a kid.
The situation isn’t hopeless, but it might appear so to someone who doesn’t have a trained not to mention naturally strategic mind like mine. As my father always said, it’s a shame I never put my mind to any other use but getting laid.
“Hey, Sebastian,” I say, giving him a not-too-gentle kick in the stomach. He’s passed out on the floor, in the same position where I found him last. “Wake up, asshole.”
“What the fuck, man?” says Sebastian, sitting up, startled, and grabbing his stomach.
“Come on,” I say. “It wasn’t that hard of a kick.”
“Are you wearing steel toed boots or something?”
“I guess so, but, Sebastian, I need your help.”
“Fuck off, man. You just drilled me in the stomach.”
“Drilled?”
“I’m going back to sleep.”
“Look, Sebastian, you’re a good guy, a real bro as you Americans say. But I need your help, or else you’re off the RV. I know you like all the free pussy that I pass on. You couldn’t get it without me.”
“Fuck yeah I could. I got laid all the time before you.” But he and I both know it’s not quite true. “Fine,” he finally says, after a long pause. What do you need me to do?”
I briefly explain my plan to him. The entire time I’m aware of my throbbing cock making a huge tent in my shorts.
“You really are jonesing for her, aren’t you?” says Sebastian, glancing briefly at my crotch.
“Keep your eyes on the goal,” I say. “Now get going.”
Sebastian gets to his feet grumbling, and he starts going about rousing all the girls from their drunken slumbers.
Here’s my chance. I go back into the rear of the RV, and climb up on the small kitchen sink counter, so that I can reach the emergency hatch above. I open it just a crack, to make sure I can reach it. I’ll have to pull myself up, but that won’t be a problem.
I beat myself on the chest and stomach a few times, feeling my hard muscles beneath my fists. I’m in the zone. The fucking zone. And I’m going to be fucking sweet Rebecca in a few minutes, making her moan like she’s never moaned before.
6.
Rebecca
I’m wide awake after dosing off after my little session. The next thing I know, there’s a tremendous crashing sound. It’s someone running, or more like sprinting through the woods.
The tent opens from the outside, unzipping. I’m just lying in my panties. It’s a shame I didn’t bring anything sexier.
“Ready?” says Luke, rushing into the tent.
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” I say, as he gets down on top of me. He’s shirtless, wearing a very strange type of fishing hat.
“I couldn’t wait,” he says.
I can feel his cock, rock hard, pressed against me, up against my panties.
Fuck, he’s fucking hot. His chest is pressed against mine.
“What’s with the hat?” I say.
It’s amazing to me how calm I feel with him. Well, calm in a way. Maybe it’s just that absolute lust has completely replaced my normal feelings of anxiety.
“I had to make an escape undercover,” he says, beginning to kiss my neck.
It’s not that I don’t want him. Fuck, I want him more than anything else in the world. But I’m also fucking curious.
“So what did you do?”
“I got my bro to cover for me. He got the girls to charge the reporters topless, and I sprinted away.”
“Wow,” I say, sarcastically. “Sounds like you’re a brilliant military mind.”
“I guess so,” he says, apparently not picking up my sarcasm. I’ve heard that non-native speakers have a really hard time with sarcasm, no matter how high a level of the language they have. “I’ve had a lot of training, so it wasn’t too hard to come up with a brilliant plan like that.”
Wow, does he really think he’s some brilliant military strategist? I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone before who would have such an arrogant thought. Then again, he is a prince, and I suppose that sort of comes with the job title. Part of the job description, if you will.
But right now I couldn’t care less. I just want him inside me. I want to taste his cock.
“But…don’t you think that’s going to create more a press scandal? A bunch of topless women rush out of the prince’s super luxurious RV?”
“Oh yeah…” he says, slowly, pausing his kissing, and staying still for a moment. “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Sounds like you need some training in PR, not just military strategy,” I say.
“Well, whatever. Fuck it, as you Americans say.”
“We do say that a lot,” I say. “But right now I need you to fuck me.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he’s all over me, moving his hands slowly up under my bra, which an instant later is somehow on the other side of the tent. I’ve never had anyone remove my bra that fast before.
Our mouths are connected, and he’s holding the side of my head with one hand, like I’m both his precious princess and also someone he just captured, like a barbarian.
He seemed so civilized with I first met him, when he “rescued” me from that snake, but now he seems like nothing more than a barbarian, a party prince in highest form. I wonder what the hell those articles say about him.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m fishing for his cock. It feels hard as steel in my hand, which wraps around it like I never want to let it go.
“I have to have you,” he groans into my ear. “Take off your shorts.”
But I’m busy fishing his cock out of his own shorts. Soon, it stands before me in the moonlight, shimmering, glistening already with precum. I don’t know how big it is, but it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, not to mention the hardest one. I don’t think I could put a dent into it if I punched it. It literally feels like steel rebar in my hand. Fucking hot, that’s what it is.
Before I can get my own shorts off, he’s grabbed them and pulls them savagely down, so they hang by my ankles.
We’re squirming, our legs wrapping around each other. I finally get my legs out from under his and wrap them around his strong ass, pulling him down towards me. His cock comes into brief contact with my pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he growls.
“Just for you,” I say. “And you’re hard.”
“You need to work on your sex chatter a little.”
“We call it dirty talk over here in the States,” I say.
He says something in French, and I don’t know if it sounds more like a sexy compliment or a curse, but either way it sounds sexy, and I could careless what it means right now. I could care less that this prince is probably just going to fuck me tonight and leave me tomorrow—if he’s anything like his reputation, that’s exactly what I do. But I don’t care. I just need him inside me.
“Suck me first,” he says, pulling himself out quickly from the strong grip my legs had on him.
He’s straddling me now, pushing his cock between my breasts.
“Squeeze them together,” he growls.
I do as he says. I want this just as much as he does.
They’re not huge breasts, but they do the job. I squeeze them like I’ve never squeezed them before. My nipples could cut diamonds right now, I’m sure of it. You could use my nipples to cut the diamonds you use to cut glass..
“Give it to me,” I say.
His cock is right between my breasts, and he’s shoving it in and out. He’s groaning. “That feels good, baby.”
“Give it to me,” I say. “I need you in my mouth.”
He slowly raises himself a little, and his massive cock head is just mil
limeters from my mouth. It’s really glistening, and I duck my head down to reach it, licking the tip of it. I swirl my tongue around it, before really diving in.
Then, out of nowhere, his hand flashes over his cock, and it’s got a condom on.
“No offense,” he says, winking at me.
I’m just impressed he can do that one handed, and so fast. It probably means he’s been with a lot of women—like a lot a lot. But that’s not on my mind right now.
I crane my head all the way forward, taking his entire cock up to the thick root into my mouth.
“Ohhh,” he moans, in a manly, princely way.
Even his moans sound regal somehow. I can’t tell though whether he’s the polite gentleman or the brute prince. The barbarian. Maybe he’s both.
Whichever he is, there’s never been a guy who’s gotten me to act this way in bed. Normally I’m something of the shy type, content with maybe missionary and one more position, provided the mood strikes. I’ve never been just so fucking hungry for cock.
Not like this.
I’m gobbling it down, and now he’s pumping it into my mouth, fucking my mouth, essentially. He’s groaning as he pumps his hips and I watch with wide eyes as his abs ripple with each thrust. His cock completely fills my mouth. I can feel every inch of it pulsating.
The thick shaft is the last to come in each time, and somehow it’s the hottest. It’s like a tree trunk or something, only a sexy tree trunk, if such a thing even exists.
“I need you inside me,” I say, when he pulls out his cock, giving me a chance to breath.
“I’m already inside you.”
“I need you deep inside me. In my pussy.”
I know he knows what I meant, but just wants to hear me say it. I think he’s the one who needs to work on his dirty talk, not me. He seems to just get a kick out of prompting me to say things, to tell him what I want. But that’s fine with me. He could say basically anything right now and I’d still want him.
He slides himself down my body, rubbing his hands slowly along my body, tracing every inch of me. I shudder as he does so and release a little moan.
I’m lying with my eyes closed, expecting him to enter me any moment. But instead of his large hard cock penetrating me, I feel a different sensation.
It’s soft and warm and wet.
I look down and his messy hair is visible between my legs. He grabs both my thighs and pushes them down to the ground, spreading my legs so he can have completely access to me.
“You must have done this before,” I say, arching my back involuntarily and letting out a loud moan.
He sure knows what he’s doing. Fuck, is he good at it.
He’s got one finger inside me now, with another part of his hand on my clit, rubbing it in just the right way, applying a light pressure, while his tongue circles my lips.
He keeps going, slowly building speed.
My vision starts to go fuzzy and white around the edges.
I can’t resist it anymore. I take one final look down to his body, admiring his shoulders and ass, trying to capture the image in my head forever before I have to lean back and close my eyes as I come.
It’s such a powerful orgasm my body starts to buckle. I try to open my eyes but I don’t see anything…I’ve lost my fucking vision.
“I’m not done with you yet,” says Luke, pulling his mouth away from me for a moment, before returning it. He’s still working away, before he finally pulls his body up above mine, his cock’s head pushing against my clit, rubbing against it.
“I need you inside me now,” I say, barely able to get the words out.
He obeys. He pushes it in slowly.
“I can’t promise to fuck you all slow and romantic,” he growls, as he grinds his powerful body into mine.
I savor every stroke. At the beginning, he’s going slow, but only for a moment or so.
“I want to make you come again,” he says, his head bent down to my ear, before biting my neck lightly.
He’s fucking me hard and fast now.
Fuck does it feel good. Every inch of his cock is sending shivers of pleasure through me. It’s not only the biggest cock I’ve ever seen or received, but the one that simply feels the absolute best.
Luke’s pounding into me and grunting.
I’m just trying to withstand his thrusts which isn’t hard, given how good they feel.
“I want to fuck you from behind,” he says.
“Yes!” I cry out, the possibility filling me with excitement, and together we work on getting me down on my stomach.
Mostly, it’s Luke that doe sit all, lifting me up like a rag doll and flopping me over.
My breasts are smushed up against my sleeping pad, which isn’t particularly cushy. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but right now that’s the last thing on my mind.
His cock comes into my pussy from behind, and he starts pounding away. At first, he holds his body above him with his powerful arms. But now he falls down on top of me, his body pressed against mine. I can feel every inch of him.
“I’m coming,” I say.
“Good,” he says, increasing his speed to a blindingly fast pace. “I can’t hold out another second.”
We finish together, and lay still in the darkness, completely drenched in sweat.
Now the feeling of the heat of the Texas night is slowly returning.
“Wow,” I say, reaching out to touch him. “That was intense.”
“Yeah,” he says, his voice sounding somewhat distant.
“Don’t you want to cuddle?” I say.
“I’ve got to get back to the RV. We’re supposed to be leaving in a couple hours while the paparazzi are hopefully sleeping.”
“So this was just a one time thing?” I try to keep my voice calm and measured, but my heart is sinking.
I know he’s a prince and all, and he’s had hundreds of one-night stands, but I…I don’t know. I feel something for him that’s more than just lust. But the lust alone is enough to make my heart sink when I hear that he’s leaving.
7.
Luke
“It’s not like I want to leave, baby,” I say, but my voice sounds hollow and flat, even to my ears as a foreign speaker. I have the French expression in my head, but there’s no way she’d understand it.
Sometimes I feel like English itself just can’t express the things I want to say. Sure, sometimes it’s my command of the language, but often there’s some kind of heart lacking in the language itself.
“But you’re going to leave, right?” She sounds sad. I can tell she’s trying to conceal it in her voice, but it’s coming through as plane as the night around us.
I nod my head, then realize she might not be able to see it.
“Yeah,” I say.
“I can see your head moving in the moonlight,” she says. “If you were wondering that.”
“I was. You must have great night vision.”
“I guess they didn’t train you in night vision back at the Liserian Palace.”
I laugh.
She’s funny, and damn is she sexy. I couldn’t get enough of her body, and even now my cock is still semi erect. I can’t see her that well, but I run my arms along her, feeling her body—it’s a body like I’ve never felt before. I feel completely drawn to it.
I actually feel like I’m pulling myself away, as if she and I are both attracting super strong electromagnets, like the kind I saw used back in the palace during one of my private science lesson demonstrations as a kid. It’s surprising to me I haven’t drank all those memories away over the last few years of partying and fucking as hard as I could.
“I’ll leave you my phone number,” I say, reaching into my shorts for my wallet, where I have some discrete business style cards printed up with just my name and phone number, sans official royal title.
“Wow, a phone number,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “How original. I can tell
I’m really special.”
“I’m not always good with sarcasm,” I say. “But I definitely caught it that time. Look, I’ve really got to go, but we’ll talk soon, OK? You said you’re from Kentucky, right?”
“Pennsylvania,” she says, her voice cold. I can tell she’s really pissed that I’m leaving. But, hell, I’m not feeling good about it either.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on stopping by, but maybe I can swing by in the RV on the way back up the East Coast…”
“Doesn’t sound too convincing.”
“Come on, baby, I just… I really have to go. You don’t know how this stuff goes with the paparazzi.”
“You’re right. I’m not foreign royalty with a team of reporters after me.”
Shit, I don’t like the way this is turning out.
I reach out my hand with the card, but she doesn’t take it. I put it down on top of her pack in the corner of the tent, and start unzipping the side. It’s crazy how things can go from so hot and heavy (I wouldn’t exactly say loving) to this…to this icy coldness.
“Bye,” I say, as I leave.
She doesn’t say anything.
Fuck. I guess I blew that.
Now normally that wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. I’ve fucked girls, had them get enraged at me, and completely forgotten they existed by the time I’m in the hallway of their apartment building.
I can already tell this one’s going to be a lot harder to shake. My mind is filled with images of her body as I walk back through the woods in the lonely moonlight towards the RV.
I put my hoodie up, but the whole scene of paparazzi has quieted down so much I don’t really need to. I guess even bloodhound vampire reporters need their sleep too.
I go in the front door. Eugene’s awake, of course, apparently studying his maps. At least he’s changed his filthy and sweaty clothes. He’s clean-shaven as always, with his hair perfectly parted. He looks like a real dork, frankly. Or do the Americans say nerd? Whatever, it’s good to have a nerd around for stuff like this.
“So what’s the plan, Eugene?”
He explains everything to me, pointing at the maps, and referencing the compass.
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