Royal Watch (Royal Watch #1) - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,75

you told me off in class you would be more than any of those other girls. You deserved more.”

Theo and I weren’t virgins. He was honest, telling me he had been with quite a few women before. Models, actresses, musicians. From a waitress to a diplomat’s wife. And many quite older than him.

My back history wasn’t that long. One time at Alton with an exchange student and once on holiday in Italy. Both made me realize I loved sex, and I had fun, but I hadn’t thought much about the guys since.

“Sweet, but let me decide what I deserve.” I pulled off his shirt to reveal his white undershirt. He leaned back, yanking it over his head, displaying his toned torso, his green eyes roaming over me. “And right now, I deserve all the times you stopped us.”

“I can do that.” He smiled, his mouth crashing down on mine, his tongue swiping through my lips, deepening the kiss. His hands tugged at my jeans, yanking them off with my boots and socks. He took off his trousers, his excitement showing through his boxers.

I scooted up higher on the bed as he crawled back between my legs, his body covering mine, the desire between us flaring up as our mostly naked skin skated over each other, our mouths hungry as our bodies moved together.

Unhooking my bra, he added it to the growing pile, his mouth finding my breast. My back arched, sensations tingling my skin, parting my mouth in a groan.

We had gotten far at school, discovering and tasting each other, but this time I knew he would not stop us. Desperation to cross the line, to finally be together, itched at the back of my mind like a fiend. As if it would settle everything in me. Center and still all the confusion, fear, and misgivings. Rip away the silly flutterings about someone else and make me see it was always Theo.

“Theo,” I whispered his name, my hands pushing down his boxers. “Please.”

“But I want to take my time with you.” He breathed heavily. “Go slow.”

“No.” My head shook desperately, a flare of fear shot up my throat. “I need you now.”

My hands caressed his ass, moving to his cock, firm and hot in my hand, causing him to moan.

“Blimey.” He hissed as I worked him, controlling and demanding what I wanted. Desperate to change his pace to mine. He reached for his nightstand, pulling out a condom. We both knew I was on birth control, but in his position, there could be no slip-ups. Not for the future king. Plus, we were so young, and I didn’t even know how I felt about kids. If I even wanted them. Though I knew by marrying Theo, that choice would not be mine. The royals had children.

And if for some reason you couldn’t conceive an heir? I saw how the women were treated when they couldn’t. Shamed, ridiculed, and pitied. Even in today’s age.

Tugging off my underwear, he rolled on the condom, positioning himself over me, pausing to stare down at me.

“You sure?”

“Fuck’s sake. Yes.” My hands circled his ass, pushing him down as I drove up my hips, sinking him inside me.

“Oh god, Spencer…” He hissed, his elbows pushing into the pillow by my head. “Bloody hell, you feel so good.”

I started rolling my hips against his, needing more.

Hissing again, he gently moved in and out with long and slow strokes, which was the opposite of what my body craved. Fire simmered under my skin, but the drive for more was almost frantic, as if something took over me. Something I needed to prove. To silence.

“Harder,” I ordered, wrapping my legs around him tightly.

“Damn, my girl likes it rough.” This was rough? This felt nowhere near that. He grinned down at me, trying to match my pace, producing a moan from my lips. But still, I craved more. Needed more. Like a drug.

As if I was possessed, I folded my legs, crushing his hips, rolling us, moving over him, taking control. My hands gripped the headboard, my lids slamming shut as I chased the high I was desperate for. Theo’s fingers dug into my hips, trying to hold on, his voice hoarse as he yelled out, his body arching into mine.

“Shite. Spencer...” I could feel his body tensing under mine. Theo’s expression twisted, his mouth opening as he bellowed, jerking, moaning loudly, gripping me harder as he climaxed. Mine hinted on the horizon, but for some reason, I couldn’t quite