by Sienna Blake
“I…I’m still thinking about it.”
“Well, let me make my closing argument.”
I’m on the verge of pushing too hard, I can feel it. But being this close to her while I’m almost naked, while she’s almost naked and wet, there’s only so much control I have. I capture her in my arms and steal a kiss. Once more, fire consumes my body, need and heat rise as she melts into me, dancing her tongue with mine. She wants this as much as I do.
I pull back with a groan before I tear those pathetic scraps of material off her. “This body will be the end of me.”
“I think that was a very good closing argument,” she admits with a sigh.
I pump my fist inwardly. On the outside I play it cool. “That was just the opening of my closing argument.”
I claim her mouth again and run my hand over the curve of her glorious ass. Dear God, she’s soft yet firm. She feels even better than I ever imagined. My hand wanders around her hip. I trace the edge of her swimsuit, arguing between my urge to touch her everywhere and maintaining some sort of royal decorum.
Truly, it seems I am determined to cause a scandal.
Somehow, I feel like she’d be worth it.
She lets out a whimper and my willpower cracks. I run my fingers along that spot between her legs.
“Someone will see.” She lets out a gasp sounding like part shame, part pleasure.
I chuckle and remember my two bodyguards who are waiting in the dim. “That’s the point.”
Nicolai
From where I’m standing in the dim, I watch as Grayson holds Sophia from behind, presenting her to me and Chase, who is also watching.
She’s so expressive, every emotion flitting beautifully across her face. The way her large eyes widen further from shock as she realises she’s being watched. The hesitation in her body, the way her shoulders tense as Grayson pushes off the strap of her swimsuit, exposing her round breast to the air, her pink nipple hardening to points I want to squeeze between my teeth.
She can’t hide the underlying heat in her eyes, the hunger in the way her chest hitches, her skin flushing a deep pink.
Grayson’s hand moves inside her suit. She lets out a groan that vibrates through the still of the pool room like waves, hitting me in the chest and running down my spine to make my dick swell. I can imagine his fingers inside her, stroking her wet heat. Her moaning gets louder as her lids flutter shut and the wave of pleasure visibly consumes her.
A stab of need goes through me. I want to feel her. To run my fingers along her slit to see how wet she is.
The aching need tightens around my dick. My hands flex. My jaw clenches. I want to drop to my knees in front of this goddess and compete with my tongue and teeth.
Grayson continues his assault on her body, pinching her nipples with his other hand, dipping his head to whisper in her ear.
After a second of hesitation, her eyes open. She searches the room, finally finding me. Our eyes lock. Or at least, it seems that way. I must just be a silhouette to her against the window to my back.
Need surges through me, hot and sharp as she moans. It feels like she’s moaning for me.
My hand slides down the front of my pants. It’s totally unprofessional. I’m on active duty. But that part of my brain seems to have shut down to everything except the sounds that she’s making, the way her body is bucking, her full breasts jiggling with every movement.
“She is so fucking beautiful, Grayson.” Chase’s voice breaks into my thoughts.
Grayson and Chase banter back and forth. But I shut them out, focusing only on her.
Her. And me.
Even though it’s Grayson’s fingers in her wet pussy. His hand on her hip, his lips on her ear.
Sophia’s moans turn to cries. Louder. Faster. She’s going to come. She’s going to come for me.
“Look at her,” I hear Chase say. “So greedy.”
“So willing,” I agree.
I stroke my hard cock, lost in the feeling, drowning in her voice and the sounds of her greedy wet pussy.
She’s so fucking close.
Come for me. For us.
Her head knocks back, her body tensing like a string pulled taut and the most delicious scream tears from her lips.
I curse under my breath and squeeze my dick hard. It throbs in retaliation, threatening to blow in my pants like a horny teenager.
Grayson holds Sophia’s limp body in his arms and carries her into the lady’s changing room, leaving me to compose myself. I take several deep, long breaths, forcing my concentration into my belly, a technique I was once taught to control your heart rate, which is currently thumping in my chest.
Finally, the need recedes but only to a simmer. The sexual energy has left me buzzing. I withdraw my hand from my pants and brush myself down.
It won’t just be Grayson who needs to cool off this morning.
I hear a soft moan and know that Chase has enjoyed that show Sophia’s put on for us a little too much. “She is something, huh, Nici?” I can almost hear Chase smirking away in the dark.
I say nothing. Admit nothing.
When I come, it will be inside her.
Sophia
Later that night, I’m standing in front of my closet in my sexiest lingerie, clothes strewn across the bed. What the hell does one wear when attending an orgy with a prince?
It’s not like the clothes will stay on you for very long, Sophia.
This thought makes a shiver rush down my spine and adds to the wetness already pooling between my thighs. To be honest, I’ve been soaking all day, an ache steadily building thanks to the memories of the “pool session” that assault my mind at random or when catching glimpses of the prince and his two beautiful bodyguards today as they moved throughout the resort.
The three of them are such brutally beautiful men individually. But together they are a powerhouse. Eyes follow them like magnets wherever they go. Men scamper to get the hell out of their way, while women lean towards them, subconsciously pushing their chests forward or batting their lashes.
For some strange reason, they want me.
And tonight, I will let them have me.
A thrill goes down my spine and I hurry to get ready.
I’m finally standing in the elevator that’s climbing up to the Royal Suite. I’m wearing a black overcoat tied at the waist that falls to my knees. It covers everything. It’s polished, almost business-like. Just in case someone spots me, I don’t look like I’m about to go on a date.
With three men.
The elevator door opens and I walk to the front door of the Royal Suite. For a moment I don’t move, struck motionless by fear and the reality of what I’m about to do. What the hell am I doing?
I could lose my job if I’m found out.
My reputation.
My heart, a small voice inside me warns. I shove that aside.
No one will find out. There are no cameras on this level for privacy reasons. Even if someone did see me coming to the Royal Suite, I have legitimate reasons for being here. No one would dare question Prince Grayson if he confirmed that I was indeed here just for business.
A shiver goes down my spine.
This is just sex, I remind myself. Just sex.
Just for tonight I will indulge in this incredible fantasy.
Just once.
I lift my hand to knock.
Grayson
Whoever invented the Windsor knot needs to be hung, drawn and quartered.
I fuss with the Persian silk navy tie at my throat as I stand in front of the full-length mirror in my master suite.
“Do you need a hand, Your Highness?” Chase appears over my shoulder in the reflection, a smirk on his face.
I scowl at him. “I’m fine.”
“You look fine.”
I shoot him a glare before returning my attention to the miscreant length of silk now feeling like a noose around my neck. It was one of my favourite ties. Now the colour seems wrong, even the fabric
seems rough. “Does this tie work with this shirt? This tie doesn’t work with this shirt. Should I even be wearing a tie? Dammit. Too formal. I’m going to eat her, not eat out,” I mutter at myself more than him.
Chase chuckles. “You’re nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.” I rip off the stupid tie, almost choking myself in the process as I spin to face him.
Chase raises an eyebrow.
Fuck.
I let out a sigh. “Fine. I’m nervous.” Like a schoolboy about to lose his virginity.
“You like her.”
Colour me obvious. “She’s beautiful.” That’s all I’ll admit.
“You like her.”
“And that body of hers…” The memory of her in my arms from our encounter at the pool earlier has my blood running hot. But it’s more than that. She…intrigues me. Her hesitation…frustrates me. Her disdain of my royal blood…excites me.
Chase smiles. “It’s okay to like her, you know. I promise I won’t tell Nicolai.”
I glance over to the door of my master suite, where I know Nicolai is standing on guard outside. Nicolai would not be pleased if he knew the extent to which Sophia has already gotten under my skin.
I suspect his overprotectiveness and suspicious nature, especially over beautiful dark-haired women such as Sophia, has something to do with his past. A past that he has hinted at but has never fully revealed to me. All I know is a name and pieces of a tragic story…
Nicolai’s been by my side for years. We’ve shared meals, women, spilled blood together. But on her he keeps tight-lipped.
“Well, I’ll leave you to finish dressing.” Chase moves towards the door. “I better go man the entrance for when she comes. Wouldn’t want our abrupt Russian to scare her away.”
“If she comes,” I remind him.
Sophia hadn’t given me a definitive answer. I fear that I might have taken her too far with that orgasm-on-display this morning at the pool, and I didn’t want to push for an exact time.
“Oh,” Chase says with a wink, “she’ll come.”
If I have it my way, she’ll come several times. At least once on my face.
Sophia
Chase opens the door and stands in the doorway. He looks so handsome in a crisp white button-up shirt that shows off his rounded shoulders, tucked into black pressed slacks, his sandy blonde hair so much like a surfer with its multi-highlights and tones tied back in a neat bun at the nap of his neck.
I give him a shy smile. “Hi, Chase.”
He rewards me with a brilliant smile that causes a dimple to pop out in his cheek.
“We’re so glad you could make it.” As if I were joining them for something as civilised as dinner. “Come in.”
I only hesitate a second before I step into the Royal Suite, praying that this decision won’t blow up in my face. Chase leads me through the empty living room and knocks on the door to the master suite. He pauses a moment before he opens the door and moves aside for me.
I take a deep breath and step inside.
Prince Grayson is standing there, looking as handsome and royal as ever in a robin’s egg blue button-up shirt that stretches across his wide torso and light grey slacks. All he needs is a golden crown upon his dark hair. He won’t take his eyes off me. His bare feet peek out from his pant hem and it feels so intimate already.
“Sophia,” he says, his voice caressing my name. “I am very happy to see you.”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. My mouth has gone dry, my heart slamming against my ribs.
The door clicks shut behind me and I feel…caged in. Instead of feeling afraid, I feel anticipation, adrenaline heightening my senses.
“Can I take your coat?” Chase says from behind me. His fingertips brush my shoulders and come to rest lightly on my neck just inside my collar. The light touch sends tingles through my body, ratcheting up my nerves.
My hands shake as I tug the ends of the wraparound tie loose. My overcoat falls open and Chase pulls it off me, dragging the tips of his fingers over my shoulders and down my arms. The tingles intensify into goosebumps.
I stand there in my heels, black lace lingerie with matching garter belt and stockings. I already feel naked. I feel eyes on me from all around me, and my skin erupts in more goosebumps.
Grayson’s eyes rake down my body like hot fingers, his nostrils flaring. “Turn,” he commands. “Slowly.” Let them see all of you.
I swallow the lump in my throat and pray my ankles don’t give out on me as I obey.
When I get halfway around, Chase is smirking at me, hunger glittering in his eyes. “May I compliment you on your taste in women, Your Highness.”
“She is utterly stunning,” Grayson says from behind me. I feel the prince’s eyes on my ass.
As I make my final half turn, I catch the gaze of the huge figure standing in the shadows and shiver. I almost forgot about Nicolai. The dark one. The deadly one. He says nothing. He holds my gaze before I’m forced to tear my eyes away.
I face Grayson again. The hunger in his eyes has intensified. He closes up the short distance between us in two strides of his long legs. He's so close, not quite touching me. I want to run, but I hold my ground. I want him to grab me but he just watches me.
“This is just for tonight,” I say, in as firm a voice as I can. I’m sure I’m trembling. I’m sure I look as scared as a doe.
“Perhaps.” He grants me a smile that looks almost menacing. “Perhaps you’ll want more after this.”
No, I remind myself. Just tonight. Just once. But I don’t say this out loud.
“Strip me,” he commands.
He still hasn’t touched me, but his commanding voice rolls over my body like hands. I shiver.
“As you command, Your Highness,” I say in a breathy voice that I swear is not my own.
I start to unbutton his shirt, aware of all the eyes watching my movements. The most intense are Grayson’s. Fully unbuttoned and untucked, I push the shirt off his shoulders. I have to take a moment to admire his body. Thick and strong and a perfect six-pack.
The belt and pants are next. Finally, he’s down to his grey Armani briefs. My fingers are on the edge of the band but I can’t bring myself to pull them down. I want to see him, all of him, but…
“Are you nervous, pet?”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Is it that obvious?”
He offers me a kind smile. “I’d be worried if you weren’t nervous. Let me.”
He traces his hands down my arms, sending shivers through me. He replaces my fingers with his at the edge of his briefs and pushes them down his strong thighs.
His erection springs free and my mouth waters. It’s thick, long and perfect.
“How far are you willing to go, pet?”
“W-what do you mean?” My voice is shaking with fear but arousal coats the insides of my mouth and thighs with a sticky heat.
“I mean…how far do you want us to go?”
Dear God. I don’t know what I want. I thought I did but now in the moment I’m panicking.
Grayson brushes my upper arms in a slow soft caress. “Let’s start slowly, shall we?”
I nod, my throat too constricted to speak.
He closes the distance between us, sliding his hands around my back and crushing me to him. His lips claiming mine. He pushes his tongue between my lips and my mind blanks to nothing except our mouths and his hands exploring my body.
His kiss grows harder. His hands coming up my back. With a flick of his wrist, my bra is undone. He growls in his throat as one hand cups my breast. They feel full and heavy with need.
I’m aware again that we’re not alone at the sound of belts being removed, of clothing rustling from either side of me. His bodyguards are undressing.
I shiver in Prince Grayson’s arms. Need surges through me, harder and sharper than I’ve ever experienced. It would have brought me to my knees except Grayson is holding me tight in his arms.
I want him. I want them.
I whimper, the only thing I can do.
As if he understands, he lifts me by the waist like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed, sitting me down in the centre before pushing me to lie down on the covers. My nipples tighten to painful points at the loss of his body heat.
Prince Grayson stands at the foot of the bed, naked, his eyes dragging over my body.
A male figure appears on either side of him. Holy shit. Chase is naked. I am faced with a wall of hard, hot muscle. Their bodies impressive, their two erections…terrifying.
I push myself to sitting, struggling to breathe as my chest constricts around my frantic heart. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
I must have a look of utter terror on my face because Prince Grayson lifts his hands up in placation.
“Relax, pet,” Grayson says, “we won’t do anything you say no to.”
Do I trust him? My eyes dart between the two of them. Do I trust them?
I catch Chase’s eye. Of the three he looks the youngest. He has a soft smile on his face, his dimple flashing. “You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” he says.
For some reason I feel calmer. Maybe it’s his demeanour or his words, or the soft, caring tone in which he speaks.
I slowly lie back down and wait.
Wait…for whatever they are about to do to me.
Prince Grayson eyes the lace of my panties. “As much as I love those panties, they need to go. Chase?”
Chase kneels at my side. He places thick, calloused hands over me, tracing the curves of my body from my neck to my hips, before drawing down my panties. I whimper as the last of my shields is stripped from me. I lie naked before these three beautiful men.
“Let His Highness see you, beautiful.” Chase runs his hands along my inner thighs before pushing them apart.
I’m exposed. Open. I’ve never felt so vulnerable.
Grayson hums with approval. “Perfect. Don’t you think so, Nicolai?”
