A smile spreads across his handsome face, and I’m not sure what to make of it. “I’m a virgin, too, Princess. You’ll be my first, too.”
Is it wrong that I’m glad he calls me Princess, instead of Ember? The last thing I want is for him to call out her name while he’s making love to me.
“Make love to me, my Prince.”
“Anything for my Princess.” He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. “I need you.” His hand skims up my legs, then grabs the hem of my dress, lifting it over my head and leaving me in just my matching pink bra and panties. “Fuck, your panties are absolutely soaking wet.” He drops to his knees, parts my thighs, and lowers his face. I gasp at the first touch of his tongue against my panties. His tongue pushes the fabric aside, making room for his tongue on my naked pussy. The first stroke of his tongue has my knees almost buckling.
He continues to swipe his tongue over my pussy until I’m a sobbing mess of need, “Please don’t stop.” I moan.
“Never.” He grunts, then takes my clit between his lips and sucks. I cry out, throwing my head back and nearly toppling us both onto the bed behind me. “Easy.” He guides me down onto the bed, shifting himself between my legs before diving back between my thighs.
He rubs his thumb around my entrance, teasing me before gently pushing it inside me while he continues to flick his tongue over my clit. My legs shake, and I explode, coming all over his face.
“Delicious.” He wipes the wetness from his face with the back of his hand, then slides my panties down my legs, slipping off my high heels and bra before standing and taking off his clothes until he’s standing naked in front of me. His huge cock bounces off his muscular stomach, making my mouth water. “Tell me you’re ready for me.” He positions himself on the bed until he’s hovering above me.
“I’m more than ready for you, Jack.” I inwardly curse myself for saying his name. I’ve been trying so hard not to, so he won’t say the name I gave him while we’re doing this. “Make me yours.” I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips down to mine in a long, deep kiss, hoping to erase any thought he has of calling me Ember.
He leans forward, pushing his thick shaft inside. I brace myself for the foreign sensation as he claims my virginity. We both gasp at the intrusion. Each inch of him slides deeper and deeper until he’s completely inside me. “So big.” I moan.
“Every inch was made for you.” His hips pull back, then push forward, showing me exactly how my body was made for his.
“More.” I wrap my arms around his neck, sliding my hands into his hair and pulling his mouth down to mine. His hips keep punishing me, pushing me closer to the edge with every thrust. “Oh,” I cry out, my walls tightening around his cock and intensifying the pleasure.
“That’s it, Princess. Come for your Prince.” My toes curl at his words, and my legs shake as I come, pulling him deeper inside me. “Good girl.” His voice is that of a man on the verge of losing control. “Such a good girl.” He thrusts his hips faster and harder, lost in pleasure.
“I’m coming.” He grabs my arms and pins them above my head as he comes inside of me. Our bodies are tightly pressed together as we cling to each other in a desperate kiss. He brushes my hair out of my face and rests his forehead against mine. “That wasincredible. You are incredible.” He rolls onto his side, taking me with him.
“You weren’t so bad yourself.” I snuggle deeper into his embrace. We lie like that until sleep consumes us, only to wake up numerous times throughout the night, making love with the same intensity. It isn’t until almost morning that we make love slowly, as if we have all the time in the world. That makes sneaking out of his bed in the morning before he’s awake feel awful. If I get a chance, I hope he forgives me someday.
four
Elsa
“Why are you sofidgety today?” My identical twin sister, Ember, whispers. “It’s not like we’ve never had bodyguards before.”
Ember has no idea what I did last night pretending to be her. When our parents called us into our father’s study this morning for our daily family meeting, I almost had a heart attack when I saw Jack, my one-night stand from last night, standing to our father's left. I barely gave a glance at the other guy standing on my father’s right.
Jack took one look at me, the shock flashing through his eyes so quickly I almost missed it, before being replaced by what I would call professional boredom. Since that first glance, he hasn’t even given me a second look—preferring to keep his eyes fixed on a spot on the wall behind me.
“Is there a problem, girls?” Our father glares at Ember.
“Nothing, father. But could you explain again why Elsa and I need a bodyguard?”
I hold my breath waiting for Jack to realize Ember just called me Elsa, completely blowing my alias from last night. To Jack’s credit, he doesn’t show any outward sign of noticing or even recognizing me—I mean, Ember.
“Well, it seems one of you has a disgruntled admirer. If I had to guess, I would say it was you, Ember, by the way you flaunt yourself in front of the cameras every chance you get.”
“Which one do I get?” My voice shakes as I wait for the answer. I’m not sure I want the torture of having Jack as my bodyguard, knowing he’d rather be guarding Ember. Or the thought of Jack spending time alone with Ember, making her fall for him.
When I woke up this morning, snuggled next to Jack, I panicked. It was almost five thirty. If anyone came looking for me in my bedroom and I wasn’t there, I wasn’t sure what my parents would do. I couldn't risk upsetting them or embarrassing the family.
Jack barely moved as I wiggled out of his arms, his face so peaceful yet tired. When I first met him, he looked like a man in need of a good night's sleep. Thinking back, I wish I had stayed in bed with him and told him the truth as soon as he woke up. Now it’s too late. I look like a party girl who makes a habit of hooking up with random strangers. Not that Ember does that, but he probably thinks she does, since I gave him her name instead of mine and snuck away before he woke up.
“Elsa, you get Mr. Jack Smith.” He nods toward the guy on his left—my one-night stand. It was crazy of me to think I could handle a one-night stand, even if it was more perfect than I could have ever imagined.
“Oh, so I get the big, bad wolf on your right.” Ember uses her fake flirty voice. “How fun. Does my protector have a name, or can I make one up?” I want to kick Ember for acting like the flirty Temptress with the other guy. Even though it was me, Jack was with, I don’t want him to think badly of our time together.
“His name is Trace Jones.” The other guy glares at no one in particular. I hold back a gasp of surprise—no one answers for our father. But for some reason, our father doesn’t seem phased by this breach of protocol.
