Chapter 3 – Marcella #2
One by one, he removes my shoes, followed by my thong, and here I am completely naked while he’s still fully dressed. He’s aware of this contrast and anxious to remedy it because while he playfully kisses and licks at my pussy, he’s shucking off his formal jacket and works the buttons of his shirt.
My gentle fingers in his hair turn into a vise grip when his tongue flicks my clit. I stumble backward, my knees practically giving out on me, even as he cups my ass and holds me to his face.
He chuckles against me, the vibration insane on my pussy. “You still with me?”
I laugh. “I won’t be in a minute if you keep doing that to me while I’m standing.”
“Come here, gorgeous.” He takes my hips, picks me up, and sets me down on the bed.
I crawl back and prop myself up on my elbows.
“Better. Damn, so much fucking better. Shit.” He rakes me in as he finishes getting his shirt off.
I return the favor, memorizing the cut lines of his chest, shoulders, and abs. “Spread your legs. I want to see you.”
A flash of girlish insecurity runs through me, but it burns off into nothing with the heat of desire in his eyes. I slide my legs along the silky duvet, shuddering as the fabric runs along my skin.
I spread my legs for him and gasp when I feel his hands on my inner thighs, holding me there.
He’s glued to my pussy, utterly rapt as he slips a finger inside me as if he’s testing me out. He groans and rubs his cock with his other hand over his trousers. “Fuck, you’re tight. Jesus. I’m going to come so fast once I’m inside of you if I’m not careful. Come here.”
He crooks a finger at me, but I don’t have the chance to obey as he slips his hand under my ass, grips one cheek, and yanks me down until I practically fall off the edge.
His mouth covers my cunt, his tongue shoving up inside me, and I automatically throw my head back and let out a cry that would embarrass me if I could think past the wet heat on my pussy.
“Shit. Fuck!” he groans, low and loud, holding me against his mouth with his hands. He’s moving. Grinding. Rubbing into the bed, and I prop myself up higher, curious as to what he’s doing when I realize he just came. Holy shit. He came from tasting me.
He doesn’t seem to care.
If anything, it’s made him more feral because his arms loop around my thighs, and his face buries in me.
His tongue thrusts up inside me, fucking deep and fast. It’s so wet.
The sound is so fucking wet, and he’s groaning and grunting with it.
He shifts one hand and uses it to press down on my mound so his thumb can rub my clit.
“Rowan!” flies from my lips, my hand ripping at his hair, and it sets him off.
He digs deeper to the point where I don’t know how he can breathe.
I grind into him, riding his face, unable to stop my body’s reaction.
He’s rubbing my clit, pinching it, pressing down on it, but his mouth…
his wicked, diabolical, delicious fucking mouth is feasting on me.
He’s ravenous, licking and fucking and sucking.
It’s so much. Too much. I can’t control or slow the climb.
“So good,” he murmurs. “I need you to come. I need to taste your cum.”
I nod. I don’t know why I’m nodding. He can’t see me do it, but it’s more of an affirmation because I’m so close.
My hips roll into him as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
One hand is in his hair, the other balls up the blanket in my fist. I feel.
That’s all I do. I’m consumed by it. I don’t think about anything other than what this feels like. How incredible it is.
A curl of heat and tingles starts deep in my core, like his tongue is tickling it, urging it on, stoking the flame and giving it life to breathe until the sensation spreads.
It takes over, making my limbs seize and my pussy clench, and holy shit, I’m coming.
I’m coming so fucking hard I can barely think through it as it robs me of everything.
It’s insanely intense. So unlike anything I’ve ever given myself.
“Oh god. Oh hell. Oh fuck!” I’m all sounds and thrashing movements.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it. Make me take it. Give me all of it. So fucking good, Ella.”
My back arches and my body splinters, and that’s all it is. Sparks and heat and sensation. Rowan doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. He licks and sucks and rubs me until I can’t take it for another second.
I sag, my limbs boneless, and for a moment, I can’t move.
I’m winded, my eyes closed while a heady, hazy swirl colors my mind.
I hear him moving. Shifting. Chuckling. I crack open an eye, and he’s staring down at his slacks where his cock is already hard again, straining through the fabric and wet with his cum.
“I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. That’s never happened before, even when I was a teenager.
” He climbs over me and kisses me deeply, his hands on my face and his tongue in my mouth.
I taste myself on him. Clean and salty and a little sweet.
The sweet part, I think, is him and champagne, and I’m drunk.
I’m so drunk right now. On alcohol. On sex endorphins.
On him. That last one I’m trying very hard not to think about.
He gets up off the bed, removes his pants and boxer briefs, and walks naked over to a suitcase on a stand in the corner.
He fishes through it, and I stare at his rock-hard ass, still in shock that I’m here in the prince’s hotel room.
He locates a condom, rips it open with his teeth, and slides it on.
I need to tell him. I need to say something.
I fold my lips and bite almost to the point of drawing blood.
I don’t challenge him. I don’t mention that I have an IUD because my stepmother doesn’t want me to get pregnant or even have a period, or that things are good on my end because I’ve never done this before.
This is already giving him a piece of myself I’ll never get back, and the idea of feeling him inside of me with nothing between us… yeah, no.
Not gonna do it.
With his eyes on mine and a cocky smirk on his lips, he’s back on me, kissing me, touching me, licking my tits like a man who can’t get enough. Like a man who’s just getting started. His face hovers above mine, and his hand slips my thigh over his hips. I’m trembling, and he feels it.
“I’ve got you.”
It’s all he says. He doesn’t ask if I’m ready.
He simply watches my face as he plays with my pussy using the head of his cock.
And when he reaches the point of no return for both of us, he rams into me, giving me all ten thick inches at once, and I cry out at the top of my lungs, my body seizing as stabbing pain shoots through my lower abdomen.
“What the fuck?!” His hand is on my face, shaking it ever so slightly to try and force my eyes open. Tears sting, burning the tip of my nose, and those alone would make me laugh if I had humor in me at the moment. “Ella, what the fuck?”
I blow out the tense breath and slowly open my eyes. He’s right above me, concern in his black-as-midnight eyes.
“I’m a virgin.”
He stares at me and stares at me and stares at me. He’s still inside of me, but he hasn’t moved. Something I appreciate. Still, the word doesn’t seem to make much sense to him.
“A virgin.” It’s not a question. He can feel it as much as I can, no doubt. “You didn’t say anything.”
“I didn’t want you to know.”
He chuckles mirthlessly, his tone incredulous. “You didn’t think I’d figure it out?”
“I knew you would, but by that point, it’d be too late.”
He shifts to his side, digging one elbow into the mattress so he can caress my face. He wipes an errant tear that somehow escaped and kisses me. “I would have been gentle. Eased in. Taken it slower. Checked in with you.”
“You would have stopped,” I accuse.
He grins devilishly. “Don’t be so sure about that.
” He glances down at the space between us and groans.
“Fuck, look at that. I made you bleed.” His voice is tinted in awe.
“All of this is mine now, isn’t it? I’m the only man to be inside you.
You have no idea what that’s doing to me.
” He kisses me and comes back over me. “Can I move? Are you ready for me to move?”
I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for him to move, but I nod all the same.
Slowly, he pulls mostly out only to roll his hips back in. It burns, but I think the worst is over.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His eyes roll back and close, and he bites his lip, his body stilling as his fists clench.
It’s so fucking hot I can hardly take it.
The way he’s falling apart over simply pushing into me.
Over tasting me. It’s undoing parts of me that can’t be undone.
That must stay rigid and relentless and unyielding.
But when his forehead falls to mine, and our lips meet, and he slides out only to shove harshly back in, I know it’s too late. He’s breathing life into parts of me that never existed before tonight. Parts that were stifled and smothered and killed before they ever had a chance to live.
“Hell, Ella,” he hisses, his face still pinched up. “How?”
That’s all he asks. How. I don’t know what he’s asking, and yet I do. How can it feel this good? How can it only be tonight? How are we here together like this, and how can we make it last just a little longer?
“Are you okay? Does it hurt still?”
“No.”
That’s all I give him. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s starting to feel otherworldly good.
My hands find his firm-as-fuck ass, and I hold on, squeezing, urging him to start fucking me because if he doesn’t right now, I might die.
That’s how amazing his cock inside of me feels.
Full and deep and perfect. So incredible words can’t even begin to imagine this.
I moan as he starts to pump, his hands planted into the bed on either side of my head, his fucks deep and penetrating.
His hips undulate, rolling into me, massaging something inside of me that has me angling up, desperate for more.
My hips thrust up to meet his, my body taking over, going on instinct instead of practice or knowledge. I keep my eyes closed. He’s watching me. I know he is. But if I look at him right now with him inside of me like this…I can’t.
His arms wrap around my shoulders, pressing my tits to his chest, and he drops his mouth to my neck.
My thighs shift higher, going up to his hips, and feeling delicious friction on my clit as I do.
Over and over, he takes me, ripping cries and moans and whimpers from my lips.
From his lips. We’re sweaty and loud and fucking like we have eternity.
On and on, he doesn’t stop. The bed bangs against the wall with a constant thump, thump, thump.
“Rowan…” I can’t go beyond that. I’m on the brink of something, and I don’t know what it is or how I’ll get there. I just know that I have to.
He seems to know what I’m asking for without me having to say anything else.
He puts his thumb in my mouth, and I suck on it, getting it nice and wet before he pulls it free and uses it to rub my clit.
That, combined with the way his cock pummels me, massaging every nerve ending in my pussy, catapults me right to the brink.
A shudder racks through me. My head falls back. My eyes pinch shut. My pussy does things I didn’t know it could do, growing swollen and tight, with an ache that’s so perfect I never want it to stop.
His hot breath pants against my ear. His sweat tickles my cheek. “Ella. Ella. Do you feel this?”
The pure pleasure and wonderment in his voice is what does me in, and I detonate, going to another plane of existence. My nails tear at his back, my teeth dig into his shoulder, and I come so hard I hardly know how to manage it.
“Fuck. God. Yes. That. You.”
He follows me over the edge with a roar, his back arching, and the muscles in his neck and jaw growing taut.
I realize I’m watching him come. I never imagined something like that would be as hot or sexy as it is, but hell, if it’s not.
He’s coming inside me. Into a condom, yes, but he’s having an orgasm inside of me, and I don’t know what it is about that, but it does something funny to my insides.
It’s like I want him to do that again and again when I know perfectly well that can’t happen.
His body jerks and spasms two more times before he collapses on me, breathing raggedly even as he touches, kisses, and praises how good that was.
He pulls out of me, and I wince at the small burn that creates.
The condom is removed and tied off before he tosses it into the trash and immediately puts on another.
This time I fuck him from on top. It’s hard and hot and heavy.
My tits bounce while my body takes him as deep as I can go.
I come two more times on his cock. He makes sure of it.
And when he passes out, kissing my neck and snuggled against me as I lie flat on my back, I allow myself this moment.
I pretend and daydream. It’s sweet and weird and ridiculous and not the least bit smart.
But it’s just me. No one else will ever know of these thoughts.
So I let them run wild, and when he falls asleep, looking so sated and peaceful, I kiss his lips, slip out of bed, and go.
I sneak back into the cold night, the hour late, as I camp out deep in the woods. It isn’t until I pull off my wig to get changed out of my gown that I realize one of my earrings fell out. And was likely left behind with my midnight prince.