Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Royce
“There is so much more they could be doing.” I lift my brows, and I am starting to think she doesn’t have a clue. “Surely you know that, right?”
Just by the look on her face, she confirms my thoughts. Fuck. Fuck!
“Lucky,” I breathe, still waiting for confirmation.
“I mean…” She stutters over her words, cheeks burning red.
“Fuck,” I mutter out loud, letting my hand drop from the base of my neck to my side. I can’t believe it.
“It’s been a while, and well, I am only writing about what I know.”
Baby.
I edge closer to her, watching her with beady eyes but as I step to her, she moves back.
“There is no build up, no foreplay… oral…” I mutter, taking another step closer, and she takes another back towards the wall.
She throws a crap attempt at a shrug.
“Athena,” I whisper.
She has only made me want her more. Shit, I have wanted her since I first saw her, but now… teaching her.
I can’t.
“I just need you to explain some different positions… maybe from experience.” She shrinks back with nowhere else to go.
I am in front of her, toe to toe. Reaching up, my fingers grip her chin and gently, I tilt her face to mine.
“It would be my honour.”
“But no breaking the contract,” she whispers, her eyes frantic.
“No breaking the contract,” I reply.
Fuck the contract.
“When did you want to start?” she squeaks.
“Now?” I am fully aware how desperate I sound.
She stares at me, a million thoughts and questions no doubt whizzing through her brain. “I just need…” She breaks off her sentence, her tongue darting out and licking her lip. “A moment or two.”
Dropping her chin from my grip, she stays anchored for a moment before she rushes past me, closing the bedroom door. I let my eyes lock on where she disappeared to, and slide my phone out of my pocket, clicking on Sylvia’s name.
“Royce,”
“Sylvia,” I purr.
“What is so urgent at eight in the evening?”
“I need you to go shopping for me, and it’s very urgent.”
“On it, what do you need?”
“Give me two and I’ll text it all over.”
Athena is still locked away in the bedroom, and I am grateful that she is when I hear a soft knock. Moving across the room, I see Sylvia standing there, a handful of bags in her hand.
“I owe you.” I smile at her as she passes them over to me.
“You do.” She taps her foot. “I’ll send you the bill.”
“No problem.” I chuckle. “Thank you again.” We say bye and I close and lock the door.
Padding towards the bedroom, I decide it’s best we sit in here. I lower myself on the edge of the bed before I see the bathroom door open, steam following her. Her skin is all silky and wet, and a towel is pulled tight to her small frame.
She looks at the bags on the bed and then back to me. “What is—”
I cut her off. “Don’t worry about that, get dressed. Where is your notepad?” I ask.
She points to the bedside unit. Standing, I walk around the bed and tug the drawer, slipping the notepad out and dropping it to the bed.
“Why are you still standing there looking all sexy in your towel?”
“Because you’re in here and I need to get into my pyjamas.”
“I won’t look,” I mutter, staring at her.
“Not falling for that.” She half laughs, grabbing her pyjamas from the chest of drawers then disappearing back into the bathroom.
“Spoil sport,” I say to the empty room.
“Heard that,” she calls through the half-closed door.
“You were meant to.” I scoff.
I lean to the left slightly, peeking through the gap.
She has her back to the door. The sight of her cotton hot pant style shorts has my cock throbbing.
Her black curly hair teases the middle of her back as she stretches her arms up and pulls the matching cropped vest over her head, covering her tanned skin.
She’s going to kill me. I know it.
Sitting up, I try and think of anything to remove the image of her from my mind. Those long legs, full ass, and not to forget the creases under her cheeks that were begging to be trailed by my tongue.
Palming myself through my thick sweats, I willed for this erection to fuck off. The sound of her footsteps closes in; I reach for a pillow and place it over my dick. She pulls the door fully open, her hair pulled into a high, messy bun.
Her pyjama set is cream with blueberries scattered over. A small bow sits between her tits, and I can see her nipples through the stretched cotton.
“Sorry, my others are dirty… I packed for sleeping alone.”
“It’s no problem.” My voice is tight. All I can think about is sinking between her legs and licking her front to back, making her quiver beneath my tongue.
“What’s in the bags?” She points and I shuffle slightly, moving further on the bed trying not to expose my raging hard on.
“Patience.” I look at her through my lashes. “Another thing your characters don’t have.”
She pouts. “Want to rip it apart anymore?”
I want to rip your clothes off.
“I’m sorry.” I sigh. “The story is amazing, the plot, the world building.”
She blinks at me.
“Ana?s, Nora, and Rue read. You pick up on the lingo.” I smirk. “It’s just…” I lick my lips. “It’s just the sex.”
She flops on the bed and lets out a heavy sigh.
“We’ll fix it.”
“Will we?” She seems cautious.
“Yes.”
“What’s my first lesson?” She flicks her gaze to me. “Professor.”
“Stop that.” I laugh, but also think, please don’t.
I need her. If just once.
Fuck.
She reaches across for her notepad and pen, crossing her legs underneath herself as she waits.
“The build up,” I squeeze out, my cock still throbbing beneath the pillow.
“You need to talk me through it. My ex wasn’t a build-up kind of guy,” she admits, tapping the lid of her pen onto the paper.
“And your other boyfriends or… companions?” I hate that. It makes my skin crawl.
She stares, wide eyed at me. “It was just him.”
Oh, baby.
“Baby, you’ve been with one person…” My words trail off.
She dips her head.
“No, no,” I whisper, pushing forward, curling my index finger under her chin as I gently push her face up. “Don’t hide from me.”
Her amber eyes mist.
“I don’t understand.” I edge my lips closer to hers. “If you were mine, Lucky, and I mean really mine, there is no way in hell I wouldn’t spend my every free breathing moment showing you what it was like to be fucked right.”
Her lips part.
“But I swear, I’ll teach you everything you need to know… Your characters will be fucking like porn stars.”
She bursts into a laugh, a single tear escaping, but I catch it with my thumb, a soft smile on my lips.
“How can you take a moment and flip it like that?”
I edge back. “It’s just who I am, baby.” I wink.
She shakes it off, her tits bouncing before she sits a little taller. Her tiny shorts rise higher and leaving nothing to the imagination.
“I may need you to change those pyjamas before we get stuck in.”
She frowns. “It’s all I have.” Her nipples are hard, pressing against the tight material.
“Yeah.” I sigh, standing and I don’t even care that I am still semi hard.
It’s not like she hasn’t seen it. “This is going to be a problem,” I groan, moving towards the wardrobe and tugging a tee off its hanger then tossing it at her.
“Put that on, please,” I say, the last word coming out as a beg, “because I fear I’ll end up breaking the contract. ”
Yup, she’s going to kill me.
“And what’s this?” She holds up the rabbit.
It took us a while to get here. She got the giggles at every dildo or vibrator I pulled from the bag.
“Well,” I mutter, mouth a little dry.
I would have hoped I would have felt a little better now we were fully into the toys, but with each new toy, there is a new fantasy of what it would like to use these on her.
To hear the way her body responds, the way her moans would blanket me, and I can’t help thinking whether she has had an orgasm.
“This bit”—I grip my fingers around the shaft of the vibrator—“that goes in your… you know.”
“Right.” Her throat bobs.
“And this little guy”—I tap the bud—“is for your clit, so you get best of both worlds.”
She notes it down.
“How do you not know any of this?” I don’t mean to sound like a cunt, but still… she’s thirty-seven, with friends, writing romance books and yet she knows very little.
“I grew up in a strict family. I was homeschooled. I only met Edel because we were neighbours. I suppose I have lived a very sheltered life,” she admits, not lifting her eyes from the notes she is writing.
“My ex was picked out by my parents. They wanted me to fit into their world… and well, I wasn’t made to fit into that.
Sex was just something we did, like a chore.
I started reading romance novels as an escape, but I could never connect with the intimate scenes because I never had that.
” I watch as a hint of a smile tries to hide the sadness.
“Well, I may not be able to give it to you, but I will teach you everything you need to know,” I whisper.
Catching her gaze, I notice her small hands are still curled around the girth of the vibrator. She looks so out of depth.
“How long has it been?”
She drops her head, shuffling ever so slightly on the bed. “Does it matter?” her voice cracks.
“No, I’m just curious, that’s all.”
She sighs, turning her face up and looking out towards the window. “I would like to keep some secrets.” Her chin wobbles ever so slightly. If I would have blinked, I wouldn’t have noticed it.
“Fair.” I nod, reaching for a small egg type vibrator. “So, this”—I hold it up and that gains her attention, head tilting to the side. “Now this goes inside of you, and it can be controlled from the phone.”
Her mouth pops open.
“Yup, so I don’t know…” I swing it around.
“Say we’re at a work function. You could have this sitting in your pussy and out of nowhere, it could be controlled, I mean…
I could control it… the fun part is not letting anyone know that you’re close to coming.
” I bite my bottom lip, and I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea because I am torturing myself.