Prince

by Kathryn Thomas

  “And what my father also knows apparently.”

  Alyssa blinked. She had not expected him to bring it up just yet. She cringed. “Yes,” she said. “I’m sorry. I was desperate, and I thought he might be of some help.”

  “Help with what? My rescue?” Prince said bitterly.

  “No,” Alyssa said. “I was hoping he might offer some insights on the Devil’s Fighters and their ways. I know nothing of or about them, and he was my best bet.”

  “Really? He was your best bet?”

  Alyssa scowled. “Well, I couldn’t exactly ask you, could I? You’d just bailed on me.”

  This time it was Prince’s turn to cringe. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am.”

  Alyssa nodded. To her surprise, he also didn’t seem particularly mad about her going to his father. “How did you find out anyway?” she asked curiously. “That I went to your dad, I mean.”

  “Believe it or not, the crazy bastard called me,” Prince said.

  Alyssa blinked. Now that she had not seen coming. “He called you?” she repeated, appalled.

  “Yes. He was sobbing, too. He says he’s sorry and heartbroken.” Prince’s features had turned to stone, as they always did whenever he talked about his father.

  “I know you probably don’t want to hear this,” Alyssa said carefully, “but I think he really is heartbroken. You should have seen his face earlier today when I told him about what you did for him.”

  “Maybe he does feel bad,” Prince conceded. “It’s not like I care about his feelings anyway. He also begged me to stop fighting. He said I should get out and let the Devil’s Fighters kill him.”

  Alyssa stared at him. “And you’re…”

  “Not gonna do that,” Prince said. “What’s wrong with you?”

  Alyssa had the good grace to blush. “Sorry,” she said.

  “So what’s the plan?” Prince asked after a few moments’ worth of silence.

  Alyssa shrugged painfully. “I don’t know,” she admitted.

  “I want to get Rick out, too,” Prince said suddenly.

  Alyssa looked at him in surprise. He was rapidly going from not believing that he could be safe to a man of action, and she couldn’t be happier about it.

  “We’ll get him out,” she promised. “You were right about him; he is a good man.”

  Prince smiled fondly. “He is.”

  For the first time in eight years, the silence that fell over them then wasn’t uncomfortable. Alyssa scooted a little closer to him, and Prince wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his weight, and that was like coming home.

  A few moments later, his free hand was cupping her cheek and turning her face gently towards him.

  “I love you, Alyssa,” he said. His green eyes were as intense as she had ever seen him.

  Her heart was galloping within her chest, and for once that day it wasn’t out of fear. She had not heard those words coming from his mouth in eight years, and they filled her with joy and something indefinable.

  “I love you too, Prince,” she said. It felt wonderful to say it.

  He pulled her closer still and kissed her—a slow, tender, gentle kiss that still made her weak at the knees. They kissed for almost an hour, like they used to do so long ago. They were starving for each other, and they both gave in to their instincts and needs. They kissed tenderly, and they kissed passionately, and eventually they both couldn’t take it anymore.

  Prince carried her upstairs, lifting her abruptly in his arms. He put her down and wrapped his arms around her again as soon as they were past the threshold, holding her close. He was holding her as tight as he dared to. It was as if he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered in her ear.

  Alyssa clung back to him just as fiercely. “I’ve missed you, too,” she said, and she had never spoken any truer words.

  Eventually they broke the embrace, but they didn’t interrupt the contact. His hands were instantly all over her, and Alyssa responded by letting her own fingers explore all over his body, touching every exposed inch of skin as if she was trying to commit it to memory. She fumbled with the buttons and zipper of his jeans, and soon, she had freed his glorious erection. Her fingertips traced the outlines of his hard abs, and once again she found herself in awe of his body.

  Soon, they had both stripped each other naked. Prince’s eyes ran appraisingly all along her figure, and the hot fire in his eyes made her blush.

  “You are so gorgeous, Aly,” he breathed. “I’ve missed your body, too.”

  Alyssa smiled. “You’ve only had it once, Prince,” she said. “Wholly, at least.”

  He grinned his sexy grin at her. “Not nearly enough. We must remedy that right now.”

  Alyssa knew they had bigger fish to fry than their sexual desire. She knew the smart thing to do would probably to stop and sit down and try to figure out a way out of the mess they were in. But she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him to wait. She couldn’t resist him—in fact, she wasn’t even all that sure that she wanted to.

  Besides, even if she had managed to find it in herself to refuse him, she couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if she tried. At least, not while he was doing that to her. Prince’s fingertips were teasing her nipples, pinching gently and tickling and tantalizing until they were turgid and hard. He pulled her even closer still and put his mouth into action once again. Soon, he was kissing her all over, leaving hot trails wherever he went.

  In response, Alyssa’s hand traveled down to cup his erection. His cock was hard and thick and bulging, and the tactile sensation of it was almost enough to drive her mad. She longed to have him inside of her again. She longed to feel herself clench around him. She longed for those mind-blowing orgasms that he had proven to be able to deliver.

  Prince must have sensed her eagerness, because he moved with renewed passion, gently pushing her backwards until her back hit the wall. He bent his head to suck a love bite on the sensitive side of her throat, and while he was doing that one of his hands travelled downwards on her body. Soon, his fingers were teasing her clitoris, and soon after that they were slipping effortlessly inside of her.

  Alyssa’s world went white with an explosion of sensations. She had no idea how that was possible—especially considering that sometimes she had trouble pleasuring herself, let alone enjoying the ministrations of a man—but Prince seemed to always be able to hit all of her sweet spots, including her G-spot. He was unfailing, and he didn’t fail this time either. It was as if he already knew Alyssa’s body by heart. He remembered everything she liked, and he could effortlessly track down all of her most sensitive spots, even with his tongue.

  Soon enough, Alyssa’s pleasure had escalated, and she was hovering dangerously close to the edge. For a moment she tried to push it back, not wanting to come just yet and longing to make this sweet torture last as long as she possibly could. Eventually, however, she decided that she never wanted to hold back. Not with him. She let go, and sweet miracle of orally-induced orgasms was once again upon her.

  Prince grinned. He looked immensely pleased with himself, and Alyssa wasn’t about to blame him. While she was still in the throes of the aftershocks, he hoisted one of her legs up, gently but firmly. He supported her thigh with her palm, and she automatically wrapped her calf around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer still.

  Prince captured her mouth in yet another hungry kiss.

  “I want to be inside you,” he whispered roughly when he emerged for a breath.

  Alyssa nodded readily. “Please,” she gasped out. “Please. I want you, too.”

  Prince kissed her cheek then. It was a gesture that would have felt horribly out of place with anyone else in that situation, but it filled her with tenderness and had the already skyrocketing levels of her pleasure spike up instead.

  He entered her then, and she gasped in surprise at his eager thrust. It
didn’t hurt, however, and soon she was gasping and moaning in renewed pleasure. This time, they didn’t start out slow and then let the rhythm escalate. This time, they were both too starved for each other. Prince’s hips were thrusting at a wild pace, like he already couldn’t get enough of her, and Alyssa accommodated him readily, arching against him with every thrust.

  Her body was alive with sensations. He was entering her deeper than he had before, and she was all too happy to take him in just as eagerly. No one had ever entered her this deep, and Alyssa found that she loved it. She leaned back against the wall, relishing the cool sensation against her hot skin. She tilted her pelvis up slightly and reached out to grab his buttocks—they were so firm that she thought they should have been declared illegal. She thrust upwards whenever he thrust in, until each thrust of his had his pelvis rub against her clitoris. The combination of his strokes with the grinding sensation of his pubic bone against her clitoris was mind-blowing, and soon Alyssa was having yet another orgasm.

  A little voice in Alyssa’s mind told her she should probably pace herself, but she shushed it quickly. She couldn’t stop. She couldn’t slow down. She couldn’t help it. Everything about Prince was intoxicating. The way he smelled like summer; the way he handled his body; the way he could move like a porn star; the way his lips sucked at the sensitive spot on the side of her throat; and the way he looked at her like she was once again her entire world.

  Alyssa wrapped her arms around his shoulders then and clung to him. Her fingertips dug into his flesh. She couldn’t let him go. She wouldn’t let him go. Not again. Never again.

  She gave herself to him wholly and completely, and she abandoned every restraint. To her delight, Prince was ready to do just the same.

  She didn’t know how long it lasted; it was never long enough anyway. Eventually, they climaxed together, something which Alyssa had always thought was a myth. Prince slumped against her, and she wrapped her arms around him once again, effectively holding him up.

  They stood motionless for a short while, slowly coming back to full awareness and letting the world creep back into their lives. Alyssa hated that part.

  Slowly and cautiously, they disentangled from their position. Prince slipped out of her as gently as he could, and he lowered her leg back to the floor. Then, wordlessly, he picked her up again and carried her to the bed. They slid under the covers and lay in silence for the longest of times, neither daring to break the spell. Prince held her close, and Alyssa was only too happy and content to just stay there with her head on his chest, listening to his previously frantic heartbeat go back to normal.

  “I don’t want you to get hurt.” Prince spoke suddenly in the semi-darkness of the room. His fingers were running absently through her long, dark hair. The touch was intimate and soothing, and it filled them both with much-needed peace.

  “I don’t want you to get hurt either,” Alyssa said. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”

  “I guess,” Prince conceded after a moment.

  “Don’t worry, Prince,” Alyssa said, turning her head to press a kiss to his naked chest. “We’ll make it. Everything’s going to be all right.”

  “Are you sure it’s worth it?”

  Alyssa heard the real question loud and clear. The real question was: “Are you sure I’m worth it?”

  She propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at him.

  “Look at me,” she said when she saw that he was avoiding her gaze and staring absently up at the ceiling. He didn’t move, and she repeated her request. “Prince,” she said firmly. “Look at me.”

  Eventually, he did. There was a vulnerability in his green eyes that belonged to the boy she used to know, and not to the jaded man he had become.

  “Yes,” she said. She locked eyes with him to make sure he heard her. Really heard her. “I’m sure. It’s worth it. You’re worth it. You have to trust me with this.”

  “I trust you,” Prince said immediately, and the easiness with which he said it tore at her heartstrings.

  “Good,” Alyssa said. She bent down and kissed him tenderly.

  She settled back against him and listened to his breathing even out. It was touching the way he just let go of everything whenever he was around her. It was the second time now that he had fallen asleep with her in his arms, and Alyssa didn’t believe that was a coincidence.

  She snuggled closer. “I love you,” she whispered quietly, unwilling to wake him.

  She knew that the fact that Prince still had any trust to give was nothing short of a miracle. She knew that trust was the most precious thing he had to give, and she knew she had to guard it fiercely. And she swore she would do just that. She would guard his trust. And she would guard him. No matter the cost.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  To Alyssa Kelley, the world was red-hot passion.

  There was something especially and fundamentally erotic about having sex first thing in the morning. Movements were still slow and sluggish from sleep—kisses were drawn out, touches lingered. Bodies were warm under the covers. Skin still smelled like slumber. Eyes were still dulled with the night’s dreams. No one was yet awake enough to put on their mask for the day, and emotions were raw and in the open. Sex in the morning was sleepy and honest and tender.

  And passionate. It was always passionate with Prince. Their lust had all but exploded over the past few weeks, with them basically unable to keep their hands off each other for very long. They craved each other’s body like the lungs craved air.

  Alyssa liked to go down on Prince in the mornings. She liked to take his pleasure literally in her hands while he lay sleepy and compliant underneath her. In the mornings, Prince tasted like warm honey. His skin smelled of sunshine, and Alyssa spent long, sating half-hours exploring every inch of it with her lips and tongue.

  That morning was no exception. Alyssa could think of no better way to start her day than with the rush of power that came from making Prince moan and climax with her mouth alone. Presently, he let out a low moan, as she ran her hand slowly along the length of his shaft through the soft cotton fabric of his boxer shorts. She ran one hand up his side, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin there, tickling the nerves underneath. As always, Prince tensed and gasped at the sudden, electric jolt of pleasure that shot straight down to his groin.

  Sleepily, Prince fumbled around and found her hair. He ran his fingers through her long locks and tugged gently at her nape. Alyssa grinned and just as gently pushed his hand away.

  “No touching,” she all but purred, knowing the quality of her voice would add to his arousal.

  His groan of protest filled her with satisfaction.

  Prince lay back down, and Alyssa decided she would have her fun with him. She would take full charge and drive him as wild and crazy as he drove her on an almost daily basis. That purpose alone filled her with an exciting, thrilled form of anticipation. She hooked a finger in the elastic band of his boxer shorts and pulled them down slowly, freeing his erection. His hard-on was well on its way to be the powerful thing Alyssa had long since fallen in love with, but it wasn’t quite there yet. It would be her job to lead Prince to that place of glory.

  Over the past few weeks, Alyssa had learned exactly how to touch Prince to send him quickly and surely over the edge—or, at the very least, hovering precariously on the brink. She let her fingers and palm come into play, touching and teasing. She kept the contact light, just the way Prince liked it in the beginning. Her fingertips barely grazed at his sensitive skin, making him gasp and shiver. She took her sweet time teasing him, touching him near his cock but never quite getting there. He was becoming impatient, and it made her feel powerful to know that she was the one responsible for driving a man like Prince insane.

  Alyssa finally gave his waiting cock the attention it craved so badly. She ran her palm along the length of the shaft and teased the crown with a fingertip, tracing small circles along its perimeter. Prince gasped and arched his hips up in response.<
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  Little by little, Alyssa felt him harden underneath her touch. It was a sensation that excited her to no end and brought forth her own arousal. When he was finally as hard as he could get for the time being, Alyssa let her mouth replace her hand. She ran her lips along the shaft first, her breath ghosting over the skin and nerves there. Prince gasped. She kissed him everywhere then, worshiping his rock-hard abs, his hipbones, and his testicles.

  “I love the way you taste,” Alyssa murmured against his warm skin.

  “Oh God,” Prince moaned. “Aly, please. You’re driving me crazy.”

  Alyssa smirked. “Good.”

  Deciding to finally sate both of their mounting desires, Alyssa ran her tongue all along the glory that was Prince’s cock. She licked him and kissed him, worshiping him and satisfying her lust at the same time. She worshiped his whole length, from base to head to crown and vice versa, alternating between fast little flicks of the tip with her tongue and long, languid strokes.

  Prince was getting harder and harder—because that was the thing with Prince—just when you thought his erection had reached its peak, he surprised you. But Alyssa knew what the real peak was by now, and when she felt him get there, she finally took him into her mouth.

  Prince moaned, and Alyssa smiled around him. This was the moment she liked best, the connection. As powerful as the act of giving Prince oral pleasure made her feel, she also knew there was no act more intimate than this, and reaching this intimacy with the man she once thought was lost forever always astounded her. Alyssa didn’t take any of their intimate acts for granted, not even this one.

  She kept her pursed lips always in contact with his warm, sensitive skin, and she circled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger, her fingers following the movements of her mouth along the expanse of Prince’s penis. Soon, the double contact had him all but writhing underneath her.

  She alternated between long, slow, sensuous sucking motions and hard, fast ones, making her actions utterly unpredictable in their varied rhythm. Soon, she was tasting pre-come, and soon enough she could feel the tremors in Prince’s body that told her he was trying very hard to hold back.