Chapter 4 Logan
This is a dream. Right?
Erik and I stand up and kiss our way into his bedroom. I’m careful not to bang his leg against anything, but I make no such promises to his lips.
The prince’s lips are warm and soft. I don’t know why I expected them to be cold or forbidding. But they’re most definitely not.
It runs through my brain: Not only am I kissing a man for the first time—and much more than kissing—but I’m doing all of this with a goddamn prince. The heir to the Swedish throne.
Makes sense that this would happen Down Under. Where my perception is that everything is upside down and turned around.
Even though it isn’t. On the contrary, what we’re doing seems more right than anything else ever has.
My tongue dives into Prince Erik’s mouth again. And I gotta stop thinking of him as Prince Erik if I’m going to be fucking him.
Because I’m not fucking a royal.
I’m fucking Erik.
Erik, whose ice hides heat. Whose public persona masks deep wells of humor and courage … and desire.
“Do you need a moment in the bathroom?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
I nod. “Okay. If you need to stop, at any point, we will. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have condoms?” And once those words leave my mouth, this all becomes very real.
“I think they’re stocked in the bedside table.”
His aide is nothing if not thorough.
And sure enough, as Erik pulls back the covers and then lies on the bed, watching me, I find condoms, lube, and even a cock ring and some sex toys. I hold one up, amused.
He shrugs. “It’s not like I can buy this stuff for myself.”
“Do your aides know your fantasies?”
Erik reddens. “Not to my knowledge. I think they just make educated guesses.”
That makes me smirk. “Wanna know one of my fantasies?” My voice is a low murmur.
He shivers. “Yes.”
“I’ve been wanting to spank your ass for disobeying me. For going in the dangerous water with riptides and jellyfish.”
“I went in there so you wouldn’t see my erection,” he protests.
“It was still reckless. You put yourself—and me and the lifeguard who went out after you—in danger.” I don’t want to make too much of the spanking. I do like the idea, but if he doesn’t, the world won’t end.
His chest rises and falls.
And then he says, “You can do that. What you said.” He swallows and adds, “Spank me.”
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
I grab the lube and condoms, then sit and pull him over my lap, careful to arrange him so his hurt leg hangs, not touching the bed. Most of his torso is resting on the mattress, with his naked crotch on mine. “Make sure your leg is comfortable,” I order.
“It’s good,” Erik insists.
“Okay.”
I run my hand across the soft, velvety skin of his ass. Erik’s butt is pale, his cheeks round from horseback riding or lacrosse. My tan hand looks very dark against his skin.
I squeeze his ass and then smack it.
He yelps, the movement making his hip rub against my dick while his dick slides over my thighs.
“If we keep this up, we’re going to come before I’m inside you,” I mutter.
“You’d better not,” he says. “That’s a royal decree.”
I give him another smack, this time on his other cheek. He jolts again.
We both moan.
His ass now has a slight redness to it, and I spank him again, loving the way it blooms under my touch.
“Enough,” he says, after a few more, his tone more impatient than imperious.
I rub his ass. Then I reach for the packet of lube. I rip it open, drizzle a little bit onto my fingers, and reach between his cheeks, aiming for his pink, puckered hole.
He squirms when I find it. “Shh,” I soothe. “I know it’s cold.”
Using the pad of my finger, I gently press against his entrance, slowly working my way inside. It’s hot and tight in there, and my dick will definitely not last. “How are you doing?” I whisper.
“This is odd,” he admits. “I feel really fucking exposed.”
“You’re so gorgeous. It’s hard not to just bend you over this bed and shove inside you.”
That makes his entire body tremble.
“You like that?” I ask.
Erik nods. “I like the way you take over. So I don’t have to think about anything.”
As I probe his ass, he loosens and relaxes, and eventually I add more lube and a second finger. With the other hand, I stroke his back and side, murmuring how fucking beautiful he is.
When I can get a third finger in there, I think he’ll be able to take my cock. “How do you want to do this?” I ask, getting up to wipe my fingers on a towel.
“Like this,” I hear, and I turn to see him bent over the bed, his feet on the floor and his ass in the air.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper. I make short work of the condom and dribble on more lube than I think is strictly required. But the more the better, no? Before I press into him, I lean over him and kiss his lips. “Remember, we can stop whenever you want.”
“Just fuck me,” he grumbles.
I chuckle. “Fine.”
He may not realize it, but I’m shaking in anticipation. With my feet firmly planted to the sides of his, I spread his ass and line up my cock at his entrance.
My first effort to push in is met with resistance, and I’m forced out. So I try again, pressing in harder, and the head of my cock slips inside.
We both groan.
I kiss his shoulder as I hold my cock steady. “You still good?”
“Yes. It stings, and it’s the weirdest feeling, but yes.”
“Tell me if it gets to be too much.”
“It is too much, but I think that’s the point.”
I take that as meaning he wants me to keep going, so I press deeper into him, taking my time. I make little inroads, then give him a break. Then more, until finally my hips are against the ass that I spanked just moments ago.
I study the prince laid out before me. His broad shoulders and sculpted back look like they belong in a museum.
My fingers brush along pale skin, then slide around to his front, where I feel strong pecs and flat abs.
He takes care of his body. There are little indentations at his hips where the inguinal ligament is, and my hands go to those. “Ready?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Do it.”
I pull out and push back in, and we both groan loudly.
“Feels so good,” I moan.
“It’s starting to get that way,” he says.
So I keep going. I thrust in and pull out, repeatedly fucking him until there isn’t any resistance.
Erik has started to move his hips against the bed, seeking friction. And I keep adjusting my stance, trying to find the best angle for both of us.
I know I’ve hit it when he gasps.
“Do that again.”
I smile against his back and do it. Repeatedly. And now I’m fucking him faster and faster, and he’s clawing at the sheets.
I fall into a kind of frenzy where my mind is focused on nothing but the connection with him. On the way our bodies move so well together. On how he fits under me. On how I want to do nothing more than fuck my prince for the rest of my days.
At last, my balls draw up tight and my cock is impossibly hard.
He’s hard, too. I use more lube and stroke him in time with my movements, gripping his dick and nailing his prostate as I fuck him harder and harder.
I’m barely hanging on. “Come on, baby,” I whisper. “Come for me.”
And that does it. Prince Erik’s body tightens up and then lets loose, his cock pumping into my hand. I fuck him through it, and then, with a few more thrusts, I’m done.
Pent-up frustration and lust for this man, coupled with today’s worries and my long-standing care for him, release in a single moment. All the tension leaves my body, draining me.
With a final few jerks, I collapse on top of him, doing my best not to let his leg rub against anything that would hurt him.
We pant, breathless, as we come down from our high. It takes long moments to regulate our lungs and breathe normally.
As carefully as I can, I pull out, holding onto the condom, then go into the bathroom to dispose of it and clean up. He’s still lying where I left him when I return with a wet washcloth to take care of him, too.
I shift us around so our heads are on the pillows, and then I kiss him. “You okay?” I whisper.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Erik’s voice is muzzy.
I smile and kiss him again. “Agreed.”
I tug the blankets over us, and he curls up against me.
This man has been the object of my attention for two years now. And having him has made it worse, not better.
Now I know I’ll never be able to let him out of my sight.