Unavoidable (Royal Affair #1) Read online

  Her hips rolled down against his, rocking in a way that felt familiar and new all at the same time, even though her jeans made it difficult for either of them to get anything out of it.

  “Should I…” Her breath caught when he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “Should I take them off?” she murmured.

  “Only if you want to.”

  “Do you want me to?”

  He grunted and pressed his hips up towards hers. “What do you think?”

  She shifted, her eyes closing as she wiggled her hips slowly against him. “I think I should take them off.”

  “Do you want me to as well?” he asked as she rose off him. His hands were poised at the button of his slacks.

  She nodded. “Just…Just the pants and the shirt. Leave your underwear.”

  She quickly unbuttoned her jeans, tugging down the zipper. She shimmied her hips and pushed them down and off, folding them over his desk chair. She crossed her arms across her torso, gripping the hem of her blouse to pull it off too.

  She was thankful that she’d gone for the matching underwear tonight. Light blue silk with black lace trim. A little bow at the center of her bra. Two more on her panties, one on each hip.

  Dylan stared at her, eyes raking up and down her form. Stuck in the same position she’d left him in, having obviously watched her remove her clothing and done nothing to further his own state of undress. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot. “Ante up, Walder. Tit for tat.”

  He chuckled, lifting his hips and pushing his pants down and off. As they cleared his thighs, they revealed a very noticeable (and sizable) bulge in his boxers. He yanked his shirt off, tossing it on the floor with his pants as she crossed the floor to climb back onto the bed with him. She tucked herself in beside him. Under his arm. She was a little scared to straddle him now that she’d seen what she was dealing with. Or the outline of it, anyway.

  Dylan’s breath came out in hurried puffs as she ran her hand from his shoulder all the way down his chest and stomach. He stifled a laugh when she tickled a spot near his waist. Her gaze wandered further south. Back down to that aforementioned bulge that was looking bulgier than ever up close.

  Her breath was shallow as she inched her hands closer, stopping just shy of the now straining form of his length. “Can I touch you?” she asked, her voice no louder than a whisper.

  “Please…” It came out almost like he was pleading. Begging her.

  The first brush of her fingertips against his arousal was tentative, light. But he still moaned softly, bucking up against her hand.

  “Does that feel good?” she asked, surprised that she could illicit such a reaction from so little.

  “Everything you do feels good,” he murmured, his hands clutching the sheets underneath him.

  As she stroked him, she noticed a wet spot forming where the tip was pressed. And the more she stroked, the bigger it grew. Both the spot and his erection.

  “I’m sure you get this a lot, but it’s big,” she whispered, looking up to meet his hooded gaze.

  “You flatter me.”

  “I’m a little worried,um, about it fitting?” Her hand shook as she continued to stroke his stiff member. “Is…Is it going to be difficult?”

  He reached for her hand, stilling it and tugging it up to press to his lips. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “And if you decide that we should, I’ll be gentle. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

  She slid her arm across his stomach, resting her head on his chest. “I thought I was ready, but…”

  “No, you are not ready. Sweetheart, you’re so impatient.”

  “I’m twenty-two, Dylan. Not getting any younger here.”

  “There are other things we can do—other things we SHOULD do before we do that. I haven’t put my hands on you.” He stroked her belly with his thumb, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to her lips. “I haven’t put my mouth on you.”

  The words held such promise.

  She sucked in her breath, clutching at him, overcome with desire. “Please. I want those things, Dylan. Put your hands on me…Please?”

  She didn’t finish her sentence because she was in the process of devouring his mouth.

  She reached behind her back, popping the clasp of her bra and tugging it off and down her arms. “Please, Dylan. Touch me.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Touch me. God, she couldn’t believe how forward she was being, and yet she wasn’t ashamed because she didn’t know what she’d do if he didn’t put his hands on her right now. Fortunately, she didn’t have to find out.

  Dylan reached for Lucy, his hands enveloping her breasts completely. He let his thumbs drag lazily over her nipples, making her breath hitch in her throat. It felt amazing. Her hips rocked against him instinctively. His hands were big. His skin was hot. He rolled the peaks under his thumbs until they pebbled, impossibly stiff and so sensitive to his touch.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured reverently. “So beautiful.”

  She shifted slightly, wanting more than anything to shed her panties. The bothersome garment was keeping her from being completely bare. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, pushing them down over her hips. She kept her eyes on his face, watched his reaction as she revealed herself, inch by tantalizingly slow inch.

  Lucy thought she’d at least be the tiniest bit nervous to be completely nude in front of him. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her that made her brave, like he’d never seen anyone more stunning. Or maybe it was her hormones in overdrive, because her skin felt too heated to be confined. Quite possibly, it was the combination. As it was, she was considering never wearing another stitch of clothing ever again.

  She felt powerful. Almost as if she could be the type of woman who could let a robe slide off her shoulders to pool silkily at her feet before rocking his world.

  Dylan pulled her back down in his lap, his hands pressing against her back, pulling her close. His mouth closed around her nipple and she moaned, her hips rocking against his in a way that she was sure must be clumsy and ungainly, but he didn’t seem to mind. He moved his hands around to grip her waist so he could rock up against her and meet her thrusts. Lucy could feel him, hot, hard and pressed against her. The gentle scrape of his boxers against her increasingly sensitive flesh was blinding.

  His boxers…those should go too, right?

  Before she could think about it any longer, he lay her down, back against his pillows as he slid in beside her on the bed. His hand trailed down her body, between her legs, down to her warmth. She parted her thighs to give him better access. Two of his fingers stroked her open, rubbing from her opening up to her clit.

  No one had ever touched her there like that save herself. She moaned explicitly when he circled the tense bundle of nerves, his fingers barely grazing against her.

  He stopped too soon for her tastes, sucking his fingers into his mouth and making her want him even more. He sat up, squaring his back against the wall behind his bed and assisting her as she followed, supporting her with one arm and reaching for one of her hands with the other. He pushed it gently between her legs.

  “Show me.”

  Her breath caught in her throat as the words sank in. He wanted her to… In front of him.

  His eyes were dark with desire, flicking down to where her hand trembled on her inner thigh before his gaze slid back up to her face.

  Still shaking, she let her hand slide down the familiar path, down past her belly button, through the wiry hair and into the smooth slickness of her sex. His hand stayed over hers as she showed him how she touched herself.

  Slow, tentative brushes of her fingers against her labia, sliding through the slickness gathering there.

  Small tight circles around her clit with two fingers.

  She showed him how hard to press, how fast to go. He was a quick study, leaning over to kiss her as he took over, rubbing her clit just like she had. />
  Her moans sounded like the loudest thing ever in the quiet of his room. The sound reverberated off the walls, growing noisier as his fingers slowed.

  “Dylan,” she grasped at him, pulling his face towards hers. She kissed him with wild abandon as he let his fingers slide down, down, down towards her opening.

  He teased one fingertip in and out of her, delving in a little further each time.

  She was surprised by how big his finger felt as he slowly, slowly inched it up inside her.

  She whimpered, letting her head fall back against his arm.

  “Tell me if it hurts. I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice was deep and raspy. Throaty, even. It dragged delightfully in time with his fingers. Like a bow across strings.

  “You’re not…” she managed, grinding herself up against his hand. She could still feel him against her hip. Hard and unyielding. She wanted to touch him. Wrap her hand around his girth and make him feel as good as he was making her feel. As beautiful.

  It almost hurt when he slid in the second finger. She must have clamped down on him because he withdrew, pumping his fingertips lightly in and out while pressing kisses to her neck. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

  She really liked being his sweetheart. She promised herself that she’d tell him later, when he wasn’t trying to finger her to completion.

  Lucy nodded, closing her eyes so she could concentrate on relaxing her pelvic muscles. “S’just a little tight,” she mumbled.

  He made a sound in the back of his throat. A groan. A sound of agreement. He shifted so her breasts were level with his face. His lips closed around her nipple, his tongue flicking lightly at the stiff peak.

  That certainly helped her relax. He started working both fingers into her again and this time, instead of stinging, she just felt full. So full. More than she’d ever felt before. And this was just with two of his fingers.

  She didn’t want to think about how she was supposed to fit anything larger inside her. She knew, logically, that things would stretch. She’d had ‘the talk’, learned about how vaginas opened like flowers. She’d read all the necessary books, with all their illustrations and information. But when it came down to it, she wondered if maybe they—the sex-expert powers that be— hadn’t taken into account for Dylan Walder’s considerable…size.

  Not that she’d seen any male genitalia up until this point, beyond those illustrations. And technically, she still hadn’t. But his jockey shorts were tight. And he was considerably aroused. She saw the outline of it. Saw how thick, how engorged it was. She’d felt it in all its stiff, proud glory.

  And she had no idea how it was going to fit up inside her considering how snug his two fingers felt already.

  Dylan added his thumb into the mix, causing her to very nearly jack-knife off the bed. At the first brush of the pad over her thoroughly teased clit, she swore loudly and squeezed his fingers so hard she was sure she must have hurt him.

  He just chuckled, the noise muffled by her breast as he kept up his exquisite torture of all her erogenous zones. He was very good at multi-tasking.

  He started stroking her inside. Caressing her walls. He moved his thumb in tandem , massaging her slowly. She felt warm all over, almost like she did while drinking alcohol, but better, more manageable. Dylan shifted his fingers around inside her, as if he was searching for something.

  A sudden, hot pressure inside had her panting his name and tangling her fingers in his hair as he growled against her breast. Whatever he’d been looking for, she was damned sure he found it. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think coherently. All she could do was make sure he didn’t stop. If that meant crying out his name and pressing against his erection, then so be it. She could feel him hard on her hip again as he ground himself against her side.

  “How does that feel? he asked, releasing her breast with a pop. “You’re not feeling any pain, are you?”

  “No,” she groaned. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop…”

  “I won’t.”

  She was a little embarrassed by her begging. Apparently, all it took was some fancy fingering to turn her into a quivering, pleading mess.

  Her orgasm, when it came over her, was surprising. She’d had them before, obviously. This was just so much more intense. There was so much going on that she really hadn’t felt it build. At first, it felt like she had to pee. Which was awkward. But before she could say anything, her muscles clenched on his fingers as her hips bucked up, searching for more. She came hard, a hot burst of sensation that had her inner muscles clutching him. Her walls squeezed his fingers as his movements slowed. Her raspy moans echoed in the room and her body shook as he pressed kisses to her temple.

  She wiped at her eyes as he eased his fingers out of her, wiping them on his sheets before gathering her up into his arms. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” She shook her head, turning so she was straddling him again. “No, it felt…wonderful.”

  He smiled, so she leaned down to kiss him. She parted her lips and ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth. He hummed, low and rumbling as he let his hands glide down her sides to rest on her hips.

  “Can I…can I touch you?” she ventured.

  He nodded, his breath coming out in soft puffs as she rose up on her knees, allowing him to push down his underwear. He coaxed her back over to one side, laying down further on the pillows.

  She propped herself up with one hand under her head, pressing her knees together when she finally looked down at it. At his…cock. His cock, standing stiff in his hand. Dylan slid his hand up and down the shaft, causing little drops of his arousal to bead at the already slick tip.

  She let her hand travel down his arm, feeling him jolt when she touched him. Her fingertips grazed down his bicep, his forearm, down to where his hand encircled his member.

  “Show me?” she whispered, echoing his earlier request.

  He exhaled, his body shuddering at her words. He loosened his grip so she could touch him.

  His skin practically throbbed with heat as she wrapped her hand around him. Like before, he covered her hand with his own, squeezing slightly to show her the grasp he preferred.

  “Just…move it up and down, squeeze it like that…” he said in a strained whisper. A soft grunt escaped his lips as she complied, and she was again surprised by how much of a reaction she got from so little.

  “Like that?” she asked.

  He nodded in response. “Squeeze a little more on the uptake. Twist your wrist like…” He showed her rather than explaining it. After a moment, he let his hand fall away with a groan, leaving her to finish him off.

  “Does it feel—”

  “Yes,” he hissed. “Just…swipe your thumb up over the head and—” His head fell back on the pillow. “Speed up a little bit. Fuck…Yes.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, tugging her close.

  It seemed like he was the one who got a bum deal, since he’d had to to stimulate so many areas on her at once when all she had to do was stroke her hand up and down, squeezing on the up-stroke.

  His whole body grew taut; she could feel his heart racing as he choked out that he was close. She lifted her head, wanting to watch it happen. She gasped when it did, not expecting it to just…shoot out like that.

  He wasn’t loud, not like she had been. He groaned, muttering her name under his breath in time with the bucking of his hips as he thrust into her hand. “Lucy, Lucy, Lucy…”

  More fluid oozed out over her fist after the initial spurt, slowing and finally stopping entirely.

  All in all, it was a pretty messy ordeal. He had come on his stomach and thighs. And her hand was covered. She released him when he asked her to, pulling her hand up close to her face to inspect it. She stretched it between her fingertips, sticking out her tongue to taste it, reasoning that she was going to let him do it in her mouth eventually and she’d like to not be surprised when that day came. (Pun intended).

  That little acti
on garnered another salacious moan from him. “You are killing me, Lucille.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  “You certainly are in an excellent mood today.” Jessica arched a brow and took a sip of the glass of water in front of her.

  Lucy shrugged. “No reason not to be.”

  She wasn’t exactly being truthful. She had been called into her father’s office. The king’s office. And Jeffrey was here, too. The three of them were waiting on her father and his advisor to arrive.

  It didn’t help that Jeffrey seemed fit to be tied, pacing back and forth behind Lucy and Jessica, looking like he wanted to say something. But every time he opened his mouth, he closed it again just as quickly.

  Lucy shifted her weight and crossed her ankles beneath her chair, sitting as primly as Jeffrey instructed her on a daily basis.

  “I guess not,” Jessica said with a smirk, replacing the glass on the desk and folding her arms across her middle.

  Lucy suspected she knew why they’d been called here, and she had no doubts that Jessica was on the same page. It had to be the volume of charity work she’d been getting up to lately. There was no reason for her to think it would be anything else.

  Except, the more she looked at Jeffrey, and the more she noticed Jessica’s demeanor, the more Lucy started to worry that she and Dylan had been found out. Jessica might think it was funny. Lucy’s ‘romp with the bike courier’ was a favorite talking point between them. But she didn’t really think Jessica got the gravity of the situation.

  Lucy was the sole heir to the throne of Justana. She had to marry some wealthy royal with land and a title. It wasn’t just advised, it was the law. A stupid, outdated law, but a law nonetheless.

  She’d considered it a given up until then. If she had a fling, she would be discreet about it, do her royal duty, and that would be that. Only she hadn’t really expected to develop feelings for Dylan. That was the real kicker.

  Because she was. She was developing strong feelings for him, and she really didn’t want someone telling her that she couldn’t. Or that she needed to end it.