The Wicked Prince

by Wood, Vivian

  Frowning at him, I shake off his hold on me. “I’m fine.”

  Heading along the edge of the cliff, I find a spot with a full view of the waterfall. It’s majestic if a little loud. Then I sit down, dangling my feet over the edge.

  Stellan comes to sit beside me, squinting at the horizon. “It’s beautiful out here,” he murmurs.

  I glance at him, at how close he is. His hand nearly touches mine; our thighs are only a few inches apart.

  I wish he were closer. Why do I spend so much time longing for this man? I could pick anyone else to have this terrible crush on… but I pick the one person who can’t return my affections.

  What does that say about me?

  He turns and looks at me, his ice blue eyes actually making my heart skip a beat. His gaze drops to my lips, then he heaves a sigh.

  “What am I doing, Margot?” he asks. “Why is there this… this heat between us?”

  Blushing a little, I duck my head. “I don’t know,” I admit. “But I feel it too.”

  He blows out a slow breath. “I like you.”

  Wrinkling up my face, I nod. “I know.”

  He looks at me, a little surprised. “You do?”

  I roll my eyes, a smile on my lips. “Yes. Something about all the kissing tipped me off to the fact that you might have feelings of some kind for me.”

  He squints at me. “I am so fucking tired of all the expectations that are heaped on me. I just…”

  I cut him off with a kiss. Stellan brings up his hand and cups my jaw, returning my kiss with a passion and a vigor that surprises me. I slide my hand around his neck and bury it in his short hair.

  The entire time he’s touching me, my whole body is awakening. Tingling, flashing hot, aching. He finds the seam of my mouth. I open to him eagerly, unable to bridle my reaction. His tongue sweeps the inside of my mouth and dances with mine.

  He tastes like the way I imagine the earth feels right after a rainstorm; fresh, sharp, wet, and clean. I moan into his mouth as he pushes me down onto the ground, his mouth leaving mine to trail kisses down my jaw.

  He pauses for a second, his eyes finding mine. “I want you so badly, Margot. But I won’t make any promises about what the future holds—”

  I kiss him again. “I don’t care. Take me if you want me,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m yours.”

  He brushes my hair away from the column of my neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin he finds there, sucking at my pulse point. I slip my free hand around his back, beneath his jacket and shirt. Finding a hot, smooth expanse of skin there, I rake my nails delicately across his lower back.

  He growls at me, moving his mouth down to explore my collarbone, the top of my breasts. His mouth is delightfully hot and wet. Unzipping my leather jacket, he kisses my breasts through my dark tank top, shaping them with his hands. I can feel the wet heat of his mouth even through the fabric.

  “Fuck,” I murmur. “That feels so good.”

  I toss my head back and bite my lip, moving my hand around to feel the sharp lines of his hip and Adonis belt. He growls and pulls back, stripping off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head.

  My eyes widen. He is perfect, from his muscular arms and rippling abs to his clenched jaw and the sheer need in his eyes. It’s like someone has just given me a hit of something strong, and now I’m in free fall.

  When he starts pulling off my leather jacket and hiking my shirt up, I groan and reach for the zipper on his fly. I unzip his jeans and get my hand inside, wrapping it around his long, thick, hot cock.

  Stellan groans and lets me work my hand up and down his length briefly. The skin of his cock feels velvety soft in my hand, hot and veiny. I bite my lip and watch his face, monitoring his reactions.

  His eyes roll back in his skull for a minute, but soon he loses patience with my hand. He pushes me onto my back and tugs my shirt up over my head, kissing my newly bared breasts with such enthusiasm that I laugh a little, my head tipping back as I arch into his kisses. His tongue feels a little bit raspy on my nipples, as though he were part cat.

  I open my legs and urge him to lie between them, guiding him with only my feet. He reaches between us and unzips my jeans, pushing them down a little.

  He groans with frustration when he realizes that it’s impossible for him to touch me like that. He rolls us both over so that I’m on top, then starts pushing my jeans down.

  “Get these off,” he orders. “Panties, too.”

  I’m only too happy to oblige him. It’s the work of half a minute to strip myself completely. When I return to his embrace, I find him looking at me like I’m a prize fucking mare.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, running his hands down both my sides.

  I blush bright pink. “Thank you,” I whisper. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Stellan pulls me back down to kiss me. I push down his jeans, anxious to have him inside of me. His cock touches the inside of my thigh and we both groan.

  God, this needs to happen right fucking now.

  Reaching down, I grab his cock and position the blunt head to press against my pussy lips. I’m more than ready for him, wet with excitement.

  “Hey,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. I pause, biting my lip. He moves his hand up to my face, pushing back a strand of hair that is caught against the wetness of my lips. “Go slowly for me, skatter. I’m close enough already and I’m not even inside of you.”

  I lean down, kissing him gently. At the same time, I push myself down ever so slowly, impaling myself on his cock. The fingers of one of his hands slip into my hair and knot there.

  He grunts as my pussy stretches to take his whole cock. His free hand wanders down to my breasts, shaping them and pinching a nipple. Then his hand pushes me back and meanders down to my pussy, his fingers finding my clit.

  “Fuck!” bursts from my lips. My pussy feels so incredibly full; his fingers tap out a rhythm against my clit that makes me writhe.

  And then he starts to bounce my whole body up and down on his cock. I look up at the sky, my mouth opening, sensation blossoming. It flows from my pussy up to my tits. My whole body tightens.

  Stellan stops suddenly, making me hit him with my balled up fists. “Don’t stop!”

  He growls and uses all his strength to flip our positions, his weight settling against my core. “Be good for a minute, skatter.”

  He starts to withdraw and plunge back inside my pussy, moving so slowly that I could scream. I writhe underneath him, needing more. “Faster, Stellan. Please.”

  He picks up my legs and puts them over his shoulders, moving faster just like I begged him to. My hand slips up around the nape of his neck into his hair.

  I close my eyes, the sensations driving me ever closer toward the edge. “Stellan, yes…” I whisper. “God, that’s it. Right there. Don’t stop…”

  He kisses me, a breathless affair. And then he starts fucking me with short, staccato movements, jackhammering his cock into my pussy.

  “Oh god,” I breathe. I make noises but I’m not sure what I say. I am only aware of the friction between our bodies, of the spring deep inside of me that tightens and tightens, slowly, bit by bit, until I burst.

  I come without warning, shaking, screaming, gripping Stellan with my legs. Inside I’m falling off the edge of a precipice into a canyon of sensation, crashing toward the shore like a tsunami.

  Stellan stiffens and cries out something I don’t understand in Danish, pumping into my body, his semen feeling hot as it enters my pussy in long lashes.

  “Fuck, skatter,” he mumbles, slowing at last. “Christ.”

  A note of laughter bubbles to my lips. I’m high, I think; high on him. Stellan leans down and kisses my lips so passionately and forcefully that I lose my breath all over again.

  When he pulls out of my pussy and lies down beside me, he’s still struggling to breathe. A shiver runs up my spine and he gives me a guilty look.

  “Ja, I know.
” He pulls his pants up and then starts dressing me, which is a little weird. “I should’ve just fucked you last night instead of dragging you out here to a waterfall to fuck.”

  My lips curl upward. “I didn’t say anything.”

  He purses his lips and tries to pull my shirt down over my head. I laugh and grab the shirts from him. “I can dress myself.”

  Then he kisses me deeply, until I almost forget that I am cold. “Come on. Let’s go back to the house.”

  Pulling on my pants, I arch a brow. “Are you ready to go home already?”

  He pulls his shirt on over his head, wrinkling his nose at me. “No. I can think of about ten different ways I would like to fuck you, if I’m honest. I just don’t want to get caught with my pants down out here.”

  Biting my lip, I give him a daring look. “I’ll race you back to the house.”

  Stellan takes off without warning, apparently taking my challenge to heart. I laugh as I start running after him, feeling more playful than I have since I was a kid.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Margot

  We barely make it inside the house before Stellan is on me again. He stops me at the kitchen island, turns me around, and lifts me onto the smooth marble counter. Bending his head just a little, he kisses me hard, then leaves a stinging bite on my throat.

  I suck in an audible breath. “Oh…”

  He pauses to look at me, his eyes scanning my face to gauge my reaction. “I want to play rough.”

  A shiver runs down my spine. “By all means. Don’t let me stop you…”

  He looks at me like a kid who’s just been given a lifetime supply of candy; like he can’t believe that I actually gave him permission to be rough. “Ja?”

  When I nod, he slides his hand through my hair and grips it hard, pulling my head back a fraction of an inch. “You have only to say stop, skatter.”

  I give him a slow smile. “Why would I tell you to stop doing what makes me hot?”

  Stellan groans a little, pulling at my leather jacket. “We need to go somewhere with a bed so I can fuck you in it. I need your body, skatter.”

  My face heats. “Oh?”

  He’s already moving me backward through the house, kissing me and groping me. I love every minute of it too, getting wet just knowing that he needs me. He backs me into a bedroom, throwing me on the bed.

  “Take your pants off. Actually, I want all of it gone. I need you bare before me.”

  It only takes a second for me to ditch my clothes. When I’m naked before his gaze, he looks at my mouth, my tits, the apex of my thighs.

  He moves back to look at me, and I see the fire raging in his eyes. A fire that I feel too, a fire that could consume us both for all I care. His gaze drops to my lips, and I lean forward, lips parting. He moves to kiss me, his lips firm and demanding.

  This is no peck on the lips. His tongue invades my mouth, sweeping and exploring. My tongue dances with his as I sigh and sink into it.

  Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I reach out boldly with my free hand and grasp his hip. He allows it for a second, then breaks off the kiss and pushes me back onto the bed.

  “Stay there,” he orders me.

  He begins to undress, taking off his shoes, pulling his tee shirt off over his head. His torso ripples as he does, and I admire his light dusting of dark chest hair. He’s also got a trail of hair that leads down from his belly button and disappears into his waistband. His arms flex as he unzips his jeans, but he stops there.

  I get a tantalizing peek into his unbuttoned pants as he comes closer, just for a second.

  He moves onto the bed, kneeling at the end. He considers me for a moment, like he’s trying to decide what to do with me. “Come here.”

  I shiver as I move closer, feeling like I’m under a microscope. He narrows his eyes and runs a single fingertip across my collarbone, down under the remaining strap of my slip. He draws the strap off of my shoulder, and then rolls the top of the slip down until my pink nipples are exposed to the air.

  “I’ve imagined this a hundred times,” he says absently, his eyes fixed on my nipples. “But there is no comparison to the way you actually taste.”

  He leans down, cupping one breast and pulling the nipple to his mouth. I immediately groan at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on my flesh. He rolls it around with his tongue, then bites it very carefully, almost like he’s testing me.

  “Ahh!” I gasp. “You can do it harder.”

  He smirks, looking up at me. “Permission noted.”

  Then he elbows me aside, lying down. I look at him a little quizzically, but in the next second he lifts me onto his body, so that I’m straddling him. He angles me so that he’s planted face first between my breasts, and my bare ass is in the air. I’m a little shocked at how easily he picked me up, but he clearly has other things on his mind.

  He licks the skin between my breasts with his tongue, then pulls one nipple into his mouth. I moan as he bites it and sucks it, alternating pain and pleasure for me. His hands wander down to my hips, bunching up my slip. He runs his hands over my ass, groaning when he finds that I am bare underneath the slip.

  He releases my breast with a wet pop, looking up at me. “Fuck. You’re not wearing any panties. Do you know how much that turns me on?”

  I blush, slowly shaking my head. “Uh uh.”

  He pushes my hips down until my pussy is pressed directly against his cock through his unbuttoned jeans. We both groan as he bucks up against me. He runs his hand through my hair, fisting it, and uses his hand on my hip to guide me just where he wants me.

  I gasp silently as he lifts his hips and bears down on me, his denim-clad cock almost touching my clit. He starts kissing and licking my neck, using my hair as a tool to move my head to his liking. He sucks the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, bucking his hips up, and my eyes roll back into my head.

  “Ahh!” I cry. “Stellan—”

  He’s not satisfied with that, though. He releases me, pushing me off of his lap. I’m left breathing hard. He gets up and starts to peel his jeans off.

  I’m taken aback for a moment by the image of Stellan, completely naked. I’ve seen it before, but it’s every bit as stunning to see him nude this time as it was the last. He’s all muscle, his cock juts proud out… and right now, he’s looking at me like he’s going to consume me.

  He climbs onto the bed, dragging me down to lie beneath him, and he starts kissing my neck again. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, long and hot and throbbing. He sucks at my neck, my breasts, and then he moves lower.

  I don’t know if I can even handle his mouth on my clit, but he passionately kisses my thighs and my knees. His scruff tickles in the best way. I open my legs wide for him, spreading my thighs. He makes a growling sound as he kisses my clit, and my whole body is suddenly alive with electric sensation.

  “Oh my god!” I cry out, my hands burying in his hair.

  Already, I’m bucking my hips against his mouth, desperate for more. He closed his mouth around my clit and sucks on it in long pulls, each one sending ripples of sensation up my spine. My toes curl as he brings his hand up to my pussy and introduces one thick finger. He ever so slowly pushes his finger inside as he circles my clit with his tongue.

  I come suddenly, clenching and crying out. His tongue slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. Soon though, he climbs up my body, kissing me hard. I taste the faint flavor of my own juices on his tongue and shudder.

  He pulls back a little bit, grasping his cock and positioning himself just so. The blunt tip of his cock presses against my pussy, and I still for just a second. I’m busy looking at his cock, trying to understand how the hell it ever fits inside me. He pushes inside the barest inch. I cry out from pleasure and pain all at once.

  Stellan glances down at me, biting his lip. “You’re so tight, skatter.”

  I’m honestly not sure if that’s a good thing or
not, judging by his face alone. He looks like he’s trying to defuse a bomb or something. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling at him a little, urging him onward.

  He closes his eyes and pushes himself inside, inch by slow inch. I feel like he’s stretching me out, little by little, filling me up and touching every single part of me. It’s uncomfortable, even though I’m wet.

  When he is finally inside me to the hilt, he opens his eyes, staring down at me with the most intense black-brown gaze I’ve ever experienced.

  I look him right in the eye, realizing in that moment that I’m in love with him. I don’t care that his dick is so big that it hurts a little; I’m too busy being stupidly, dumbly in love with Stellan.

  I reach up to pull his mouth down to mine, tenderly kissing him. He kisses me back, starting to move his body, withdrawing his cock and then thrusting back in.

  “Ahhh, that’s so good,” he mutters, raising himself up so that he can see our bodies joined together. “Fuck, Margot. God, you’re so damned beautiful.”

  He grabs my wrists and pulls them up above my head, working his thick cock in and out. I dig my heels into his upper back as he starts kissing and biting my neck again. I start to forget the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure of his lips on my skin, the wonderful weight of his body against mine.

  I moan as he releases my hands in order to palm my breasts. It feels natural to wrap my arms around him to lightly rake my fingernails down his back.

  Stellan suddenly withdraws from me, flipping me over. He guides me to my hands and knees, positioning his cock at my entrance before he plunges back inside.

  “Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.

  “Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “I want you to come again. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”

  His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.