Royal Protection: Little Queens Duet 1

by Amy Briggs

  “Yes.” She gazed up at me. “I want you to fuck me, Ryan. Now,” she demanded, opening her legs to me just a bit more, inviting me in.

  “I love it when you say that,” I grinned, lining myself up to her entrance, which was soaked and waiting for me.

  As I gently slipped the tip of my cock inside her, the sensation of her pussy squeezing around it caused me to groan loudly in unison with her. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” I continued to slide my length inside her as she grabbed at my sides, pulling me into her, filling her perfectly.

  “Fuck me, Ryan. Oh my God, fuck me!” she cried out as I began to thrust roughly. I couldn’t be gentle any longer, and as I pumped my cock inside her, that pussy of hers took every inch of me pounding into her. I leaned over her, thrusting in and out, before rolling her over on top of me. I wanted to watch her fuck me. I needed to see her ride me, and come undone.

  Miranda straddled me, pushing her huge tits between her arms as she steadied herself. Placing her hands on my chest, she started to grind on my cock, sending me into another universe. I reached up to touch her nipples, pinching and rolling them between my fingertips as she bounced up and down on my cock, pulling me toward release. As she started to shake, I sat up, pushing myself into her as deep as I could go, and took one of her nipples into my mouth again. As she started to cry out in ecstasy, grinding her hips into mine, I sucked harder on her nipple, letting my own release come as well.

  As I emptied myself inside her, Miranda’s pace slowed, and I released her tender nipple from my mouth, resting my head between her beautiful breasts, but not letting her get up. The tingling in my cock, from the best fucking it ever received, wasn’t over, and I didn’t want her to move another inch while I stayed seated inside her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, panting. I noticed the sheen of sweat coating our bodies as I laid back, holding her hips in place so she couldn’t move, simply staring at her body.

  She tried to get off me, but I still wasn’t ready.” No. Stay there,” I demanded, feeling the wetness dripping where we were connected.

  As a sideways smile formed, she stayed, letting me roam my hands over her warm body. When I reached her sensitive nipples with my fingers, she flinched briefly, but let me continue feeling her skin under my hands, memorizing every curve.

  “If you keep that up, we’re going to have to go again,” Miranda said, her smile becoming more of a smirk.

  “Well, in that case, come here and kiss me first.” I pulled her down to me, interlocking our hands together above my head.

  She took me over the edge two more times, and I licked, sucked, and devoured every inch of her body, marking the territory as my own. Sleep didn’t find us until the sun was coming up.

  The next morning, I awoke in Ryan’s hotel room, wrapped in his arms, completely naked. He fucked me in ways I didn’t even think were possible last night. I almost felt bad for anyone on the other side of that wall, because the more we fucked, the louder I got. I couldn’t stop myself once I’d finally given into what was happening, and I let him consume me completely. I’d never had anyone use their tongue like he had, and I’d never be the same after that.

  Even though I’d barely slept, I was wide awake, and almost giddy. In fact, I giggled out loud as I thought about how things had panned out from two days prior to now. I couldn’t even recall the last time I’d had sex, let alone the mind-blowing night we’d just shared. We had the next two days off before heading out to our next stop, so I didn’t have to get up or be anywhere in particular until the afternoon, allowing me to relish in the moment.

  As I stretched, the soreness in my body further reminded me of the pleasure he’d given me. My movement must have woken him up because he reached for me, pulling me into him.

  “Good morning,” Ryan whispered sleepily, placing his lips gently on my shoulder, kissing softly.

  “Good morning yourself,” I said cheerily.

  He chuckled. “You’re awfully happy for so early in the morning.”

  Shifting around to face him, still in his arms, I placed my hand on his chest. “I am happy this morning, aren’t you?” I wasn’t trying to put him on the spot, or turn the night before into something it wasn’t. I was just a girl who liked to ask questions.

  Peeking at me through sleepy eyes, Ryan’s mouth formed a smile as he chuckled softly again. “I am happy in ways I couldn’t possibly put into words.” He raised his hand to brush away a piece of my hair that had fallen toward my face. “You’re so beautiful, Miranda. You have no idea how amazing you are.”

  Blushing, I sat up a bit and shifted my eyes away from his compliment. “Thank you.” I replied quietly.

  Propping himself up on his side, his muscles bulging, and distracting, Ryan asked, “What are you thinking? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

  Unsure of how to answer, I just smiled. “Nothing at all.”

  “Don’t bullshit me, Miranda. We just spent an amazing night together. A night I’m not ready to end, in fact.” He leaned over to kiss me deeply, making my head swim.

  “I’m just enjoying the company,” I whispered between kisses, being coy.

  “Good. Now let’s take a shower, and go get some breakfast. What do you say?”

  The thought of food, and spending more time with Ryan brought out the excitement I’d been holding back. “That sounds like a perfect morning.”

  Still wrapped in a sheet, I made my way to the bathroom with him in tow, completely naked. He wasn’t shy at all about his body, and frankly I wouldn’t be either, if I were him. Not only was he a perfect specimen of a man, completely fit and toned, muscular without being overly bulky, he was also well endowed. As in, his cock was fucking huge, and the slight soreness between my legs was evident of what it was capable of. I started to get wet all over again, thinking about how he pounded into me the night before, drawing out my animalistic need for him. He was rough and gentle at the same time; the perfect mix of a dirty talking alpha, with the soft touch that made my entire body buzz with delight.

  I waited for Ryan to adjust the water and step into the shower, before dropping the sheet to join him. His erection poked at me immediately, and I had no choice but to wrap my hand around his shaft, gently stroking it.

  “Baby, that feels so fucking good,” he muttered from under the showerhead. As I watched the water fall around him, soaking his blond hair, and flowing over his muscles like snow melting on the mountain tops, he started to rock his hips. I dropped to my knees, letting the water flow over me too, taking the tip of his huge cock in my mouth. He let out a groan and gently grabbed the back of my head, taking a handful of my hair,. I slid my tongue down his shaft, dragging it back up to suck on the tip, like a lollipop. HIs soft groans encouraged me, and I took his cock further into my mouth until the tip hit the back of my throat gently.

  “Fuck, Miranda.” His grip on my hair tightened as I sucked his dick, stroking in unison. His growls, and his grasp on me, were turning me on so much that I ran my hand down along my own body, touching my clit to satisfy my need. As I looked up at him through the falling water, I met his eyes; he was watching me pleasure us both with the look of an animal seeking its prey. He pulled back, causing a popping sound as his cock left my mouth and he lifted me up using the grip he had on my hair. “Turn around,” he growled, droplets of water falling from his beard.

  As he lifted my leg up, resting it on the side of the tub, I felt him line himself up with my entrance as he bent me over, facing the back tile of the shower wall. The slippery tile was useless as leverage once he thrust himself inside me, causing me to cry out in pleasure, his moans matching mine. “Oh my God, Ryan, yes!” I shouted as the warm water hit my back, and his cock filled me, hitting my walls. The soreness I’d felt from the night before disappeared, replaced with pleasure all over again, as he fucked me with quick short thrusts from behind. His grip on my hips held me in place as ecstasy began to wash over me, and my knees buckled. I thought I’d fall as the orgasm took me ov
er completely, but he continued to fuck me hard through it, pulling out quickly, when I felt the warmth of his cum on my ass.

  “Jesus Christ, Miranda,” he panted, pulling me back up. I was shaking, still reeling from another mind-blowing orgasm, huffing for air.

  “That was incredible,” I managed to say, as we stood under the falling water together, letting our heart rates return to normal.

  “I can’t control myself around you now.” He grabbed the soap, and began rubbing his hands all over my body, working up a lather to wash me.

  “Is that a bad thing?” I asked, letting out a slight giggle.

  “No, it’s an amazing thing,” he replied, continuing to rub his large hands all over my body, paying particular attention to my ass and my breasts. You’d think, after all the fucking we’d done in the last eight hours, I’d have needed a break, but I could have gotten right back into bed and rode him into the next town, with the way he touched me. He played with my nipples, softly kneading them, and causing me to let out another little moan. “When you moan like that, do you know what it does to me?”

  “No, what?” I whispered, rubbing my soapy body against his, taking my turn to wash him.

  “It makes me want to shove my cock inside you and keep it there all day.” His filthy mouth was so fucking hot.

  “That sounds like a great day off to me,” I replied. “But you promised to feed me, so how about that first? Then you can fuck me with your giant cock again.” He made me want to say dirty things, and I never did that. It was quite liberating.

  “You want me to fuck you again, with my giant cock?” He grasped my face with one hand roughly, pulling at my hip with the other, pressing me against him.

  “Yeah, I want you to slide your huge cock in my pussy again. I want to make you cum on me again. I want to suck that huge dick before you fuck me with it again, making me scream your name.” I don’t even know where that came from, but I was turning myself on with my own dirty mouth.

  Still gripping my face, pressing me closer, he kissed me roughly, moving his hand to my ass, and squeezing hard. “Your hot little mouth is gonna get you in trouble, Miranda. I can’t control myself when you talk like that.”

  “Well, maybe you’ll have to spank me and show me who’s boss later,” I smirked. I’d never been spanked before in my life, but the thought of him slapping my ass was incredibly hot. If I was going to say it to anyone, it might as well be him. After our all-night session and the fucking he’d just given me in the shower, I felt we’d achieved that level of honesty.

  “Oh. My. God.” Was all he said.

  I got out of the shower and dried off, realizing I had no clothes in the room, except the dress I wore on stage the night before. I made him go to my room and unlock the adjoining door so I could get dressed in a normal pair of jeans and a tank top appropriate enough for going out in public.

  I had numerous missed calls and texts from Carmen, so I replied to her text, letting her know Ryan and I were going for breakfast if she wanted to join us. We’d quickly gotten ready, finding ways to touch each other through the process. It took way longer to get ready than it needed to, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

  Before we left to meet my sister in the lobby, I stopped him at the door. “We can’t let anyone know about this,” I said, without explanation.

  “I agree, it’s none of their business,” he replied. “But if you think for one second that was a one-time thing, you’re mistaken.”

  “Oh, I had no such thought, Ryan King. You’re gonna shove that huge cock of yours into my tight pussy later and give me what I want, one way or another,” I whispered before leaving him standing in the doorway, his mouth gaping wide open.

  I knew it would be amazing. What I didn’t expect was for it to be addicting. My body craved hers constantly. We’d managed to go out to breakfast with Carmen, who had a night of fun herself with that musician from the club, so I had the pleasure of hearing about that. My cover was still alive and well among the girls, but was also the black cloud looming over me. I knew what I did was wrong. I misrepresented myself, because it was my job, but she didn’t know that. She was sleeping with Ryan King, the writer; not Ryan King, the bodyguard.

  Even though I knew it would eventually destroy any chance I had with her, long-term, I wasn’t willing to go back now. Hell, I’d never even considered long-term anything until she sauntered into my life. This had crash and burn written all over it; I was in way too deep. And I didn’t care.

  We made it through the next three weeks and five cities on the tour: Indianapolis, Boston, New York, Atlanta, and Tampa, sneaking around without getting caught, and without incident of any kind. Not only were we becoming closer by the minute, but also there hadn’t been any letters or threats from her stalker either. It was as if he’d disappeared, leaving us to each other.

  We evaded the rest of the band, telling them we were tired, or that we had some kind of work to do separately. She had no idea I had already prearranged the adjoining rooms in all of our hotels, but had suggested we do it after Chicago, which was fantastic and hugely convenient. I always made sure she didn’t find either of my guns, which had proven tricky once we were sleeping together regularly. The first night, I was able to shove it in my duffle in the bathroom quickly without her noticing, but it was getting harder to wear my holster in my pants, or get away with it discreetly when she would try to steal a moment with me here or there, and she’d almost caught me with it several times.

  The fact that we had to act normal, like colleagues, or friends even, which we had actually become, made our animal passion come out at night. Even if a show ran over, or we’d go out with the band afterwards, we met in between our rooms no matter how late it was, In Atlanta, we’d managed to fornicate on every piece of furniture in both rooms, including the desk chairs and the desks, not to mention the end table. In all my life, I’d never been more fascinated with a woman. The sex was incredible, obviously, and every night I’d explore her more, trying to find new ways to make her scream my name. But we also genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, learning more about each other on more than a physical level.

  By the time we made it to Tampa, nobody wanted to go to the beach except her, and we had an amazing day together, just talking, laying in the sand, and snoozing under an umbrella. It was the days like that, wandering around a city, just the two of us, that made it so easy to forget there was danger out there, looking for her.

  After Tampa, our next stop was New Orleans, the Big Easy. I knew everyone was going to want to get into some trouble there, and Miranda was no exception. We arrived two days before the show, and planned to stay a total of four days before the long drive to Dallas. While we were on the bus, Carmen approached and took a seat next to me. Miranda was in the back with her headphones on, resting or whatever, so I stayed out front with Carmen, not doing much of anything. It was just the three of us on the bus, so when she plopped down next to me, it was clear she wanted to talk.

  “What’s up, Carmen?” I asked politely.

  “I know what’s going on,” she said, giving me a sideways smile and a raised eyebrow.

  “I’m not sure I know what you mean,” I replied, hoping it was about me and Miranda, and not anything else

  “I know you’re not a writer. And I know you’re fucking my sister,” she said flatly.

  “What?” My eyes got big, and my heart sank. The jig was up, and I’d be kicked off this tour faster it would take to come up with an excuse for what I’d done.

  “My dad hired you, didn’t he?” Carmen said.

  “Why would your dad hire me, Carmen? That doesn’t make sense, does it?” I didn’t want to imply it was a ridiculous statement, since it was the truth, but I sure as fuck wasn’t going to admit a damn thing without any proof presented to me.

  “Because my sister needs a bodyguard, and she has been refusing for months. He knew she’d say no, so he hired you to do it behind her back, didn’t he?” she asked
, with a knowing grin.

  “What makes you think I’m not a writer for a magazine, Carmen? Do I not ask you enough questions?” I teased.

  “Well, for starters, you don’t fucking write anything down. Now that being said, maybe that’s not how you roll, so we’ll take that one off the list. But those are Army Ranger tattoos, and I’m pretty fucking skeptical that a former Army Ranger, in his new life, suddenly travels the United States on a tour bus with a band so he can tell their story. So, is it true?” she asked, crossing her arms as if she were satisfied she’d made her case.

  “First of all, I don’t need to write anything down, it’s all in here.” I pointed to my temple. “Second of all, if these were Ranger tattoos - and I’m not saying they are - how does that prove a thing? Maybe I was in the military and I don’t like to talk about it,” I replied smugly.

  “Okay, King, that’s fair. But just so you know, I know. You don’t even have to admit it to me right now, but you will eventually. Now, that leads me to my next area of questioning,” she said, leaning her head to the side, gauging my reaction. “You’re definitely fucking my sister, and I’m gonna need to make sure you’re on the up and up. Is this a summer fling? Or is something else going on? The last few towns, you two have spent an awful lot of time doing dorky shit together, like lay at the beach, and visiting landmarks and shit. That’s not what summer flings and banging it out are about.” She pursed her lips at me.

  “I genuinely enjoy Miranda’s company,” I stated, planning to stop there, but added, “I’m not a fling kind of guy, Carmen, but I’m also not confirming anything with you either.”

  “Well, don’t you just have an answer for everything?” she snapped at me, looking agitated.

  “Look, Carmen, you and Miranda are close. I don’t want to be a problem in that relationship, so I think that if you want to ask her questions about how she feels about something, than you should ask her, not me. What I can tell you, with sincere honesty, is that my feelings for your sister are nothing but respect, admiration, and genuine concern for her overall well-being. Anything more than that, frankly, is none of your business.” I half-waited for her to punch me in the face, because I was pretty sure that’s what she was going to do but instead, she laughed.