Chapter 16 All Shits and Giggles
All Shits and Giggles
Keir
“Keir, I’m so sore and tired,” Ingrid said. “You’re not going to get anywhere.”
Challenge accepted. I couldn’t ignore how badly I wanted to make Ingrid scream my name.
I arrived at the competition only hours before she took her dressage test. I only had a bit of her between dressage and cross-country.
She fell asleep on the way home from the stables.
Last night, she’d been knackered again. Now, I wanted every inch of this woman who I’d unabashedly declared my undying love for hours before.
I knew there was one thing I could do to make her putty in my hands.
“Don’t make noise,” I warned.
“I’m telling you I’m too lazy, Keir. Take mercy on me,” Ingrid pleaded as I kissed my way down her torso.
Her naked body demanded my attention. I wanted her to pull my hair and scream my name as I parted her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs. My touch elicited the sweetest shudder. She anticipated my tongue on her clit.
“Oh, s'il vous pla?t,” Ingrid moaned.
I stopped, looking up. “I told you to be quiet, Ingrid.”
“I can’t… help it.”
“Why?” I played along, further winding her up.
“Because… I missed you… and I’ve been fantasising about this,” Ingrid said.
“Oh, really? How?” I turned back to her pussy.
Breathless, she tried to talk. “The other night… when I touched myself… I thought about riding your face. That was… bad.”
I loved to listen to her try to think when I was eating her out. It was horrendous—for her—because it required her to think and speak in English, all while receiving everything I gave her. It was sexy as hell to watch her come undone. She hated to admit she couldn’t control herself.
I looked back. “You want to sit on my face, naughty girl?”
“Can… I?” Ingrid panted.
“If you can be quiet.”
I knew there was no way she’d be quiet, but listening to her cum was one of the best, simplest pleasures in my life.
We switched positions, Ingrid now lowering herself to straddle my face.
She gripped the hotel bed’s headboard and slowly rolled her hips.
I remembered the first time she did this—on the Norwegian Royal Yacht while we were celebrating Cecilia’s upcoming wedding.
We snuck away and after shaking the initial bit of guilt, she had a fabulous time cumming all over my chin.
“Oh, fuck. That is… fantastique!”
Yes, speak French! When she short-circuited and went back to her mother tongue, I knew I won the battle. She was all mine. I listened keenly as her breath picked up, along with the movement of her hips. Her pussy dripping wet, her moans grew louder. I spanked her, which only provoked more noise.
Cum for me, Ingrid.
I knew she was close. Then, she stopped. I realised we’d been interrupted by a knock.
“Sir, apologies, but there is a phone call.”
It was my security detail.
“I am busy right now.” I called.
“Sir, it is Her Majesty.”
Annoyed, Ingrid fell to my side. She knew that meant I had to take the call. We knew the rules. If my aunt or her sister rang us, we had to jump and pick up the phone.
“Tell her to ring me,” I played with Ingrid’s nipple.
She swatted at my hand, “No!”
I wondered for a split second if I could get her off this way while I waited for my aunt to ring me back. Then, I realised I had five missed calls from my aunt, two from my mother, and my aunt was already ringing me once more. The dream died along with my erection.
“Why are you ignoring my calls, Keir?”
“I’m sorry, Auntie, it’s late,” I answered.
“And your mother? She tried to call your room. And she rang you— “
My mother was down the hall with my sister. I guessed my security had told her I was otherwise engaged.
“What is the national emergency?”
“Everyone knows what you did. And I am getting many requests for comment. Keir, you never told me you’d go out there and propose in public. Do you enjoy putting me through the news cycle with my pants down for shits and giggles, son?”
I groaned. “Auntie, I swear, that wasn’t my intent. I didn’t think about it. I was overwhelmed. It was only because I loved her.”
“I am well aware she makes you a bit mad but next time? Please tip me off that you proposed to her in a bloody stable aisle. I will manage it. Go to Norway and we will work on a statement.”
“Thank you, Aunt Natalie,” I said, relieved.
“Congratulations. Think about dates.”
“Is there not enough time for spring?” I asked.
“Ask your bride, but she cannot ride for Neandia if she’s been naturalised by Parliament.”
I hadn’t considered that. “I will speak with her.”
“I’ll hold dates at the end of September at a few venues. Enjoy yourselves. We’ll see you back here in a week or so. I will reach Alexandra’s office as soon as I can.”
I hung up. “The press are going mad, baby.”
“Already?”
I’d warned her a million times about our press, but it never mattered. And right now, I didn’t want to focus on it.
“I’d much rather fuck you than talk about messy PR issues,” I said. “The problems will be there in the morning, Ingy.”
A naughty smirk crossed her beautiful face. “I’d rather be railed than almost anything else. I’m still lazy. You’ll have to do the work.”
I kissed her and thrust inside her. “I can manage that, love.”