I stifled my laugh. Not at all toward her erotic fantasy, but more for the concerned expression Frederick had on his face as he’d clearly considered the possibility of having been unprotected inside her. Despite the distraction, he was able to get back into the moment just fine, even as she continued: “I want you to fill me up. I want it deep in me.”
Why was that turning me on so much?
The idea of being inside her, bare, filling her up, was so fucking hot.
Our movements picked up together, and her body became a fit of spasms. “I’m coming. I— I—!”
Her movements and shifts were intense before she leaned down and kissed Frederick, calling out. She was hot already, but when she came, she sounded like some sort of mythical goddess.
“I think I’m gonna shoot,” I warned.
“Do it just like this,” she insisted, practically demanded as she leaned back farther, resting her hand on the back of my head as she offered a firm kiss.
And it was too much for me.
I shot up inside the condom.
“Oh yeah, give me that load,” she begged.
“Fuck, I’m about to,” Frederick called out, and she turned back to him and granted him his own kiss. He nibbled on her bottom lip as his own roar escaped, his body going through the familiar motions it had when we’d done something like this before.
How do we always end up in situations like this?
Of course, it was so good, we couldn’t just let it be that one time.
We went again.
And again.
When we all finally settled, our guest lay between us, keeping one arm on each of our chests, doing a great job of giving us both attention. It had been clear throughout every step that none of us were strangers to an interaction like this.
Frederick’s short red hair was covered in sweat that practically caked on his forehead, and I was sure I must’ve looked about the same.
“Phew,” Frederick said, taking a breath.
“Well, that was fucking hot,” I managed to spit out, still coming down from the intensity of our fucks.
“What time is it?” she asked.
Frederick grabbed his phone off the nightstand and planted his hand against his face. “Goddammit.”
“What?”
“It’s seven forty-three. O, we have an appointment at eight thirty.”
“Ooh, a royal appointment?” our new friend asked me.
I chuckled. “Yes. The prime minister needs to speak with us today, apparently.”
“I’d say I’m sorry for keeping you out so late for seconds and thirds, but that would be pretty insincere of me,” she teased.
“Well, Alethea, can’t say we regret the late night either,” Frederick said.
Alethea…certainly seemed like I could have remembered that.
Frederick had said her name for my benefit, the way he would have reminded me of a head of state’s name at a major political function.
“On that note,” Frederick added, “we had best get going. Should we expect to see a report of this on Prince Watch later today?” he asked with a wink.
