26. Messy Little Princess
Chapter twenty-six
Messy Little Princess
“Y ou know, you’re fucking unfair,” JP whispered.
“I thought we agreed you’re a nerd,” I said.
His laugh vibrated against my lips as he worked the slit in my skirt up to my panties, shoving the fabric to the side before using his lower body to press me against the wall.
“That would require you to be fucking me,” he said, nipping at my bottom lip. “Instead, you’re pressing your ass against me in front of everyone so all I can think about is how I’m going to stretch it open with my cock in a few hours, making all these lewd comments and teasing me—”
“Oh, of course, I’m the one making lewd comments,” I joked as he used his knee to nudge my thighs apart. “I’m the one constantly reminding you about how hard it’s going to be for you not to nut in ten seconds like a fucking chump because my tight little virgin butthole is gonna choke the tip of your cock and—”
“See? Exactly like I said.” He pushed his hips forward, his voice a low growl. “You’re fucking unfair . This whole night, I’ve had to look at you all prettied up in your fancy dress with your gorgeous hair and flawless makeup like you’re one of these perfect little princesses.”
He buried his head against my neck and bit down, making me gasp as the sensation of his teeth sent shockwaves bursting through me. “I’m n- not a princess.”
“Of course you're not. But I’m supposed to act like you are. Like I don’t know what you look like on your knees with my dick halfway down your throat. Like I’m not going to mess up your hair and smear your goddamn lipstick all over your mouth as soon as we’re alone.”
He bit my neck again, then brought his hand to my chin and held my head in place as his eyes bored into mine, dark and eager and despite everything he was saying, safe.
I never felt like I wasn’t safe with him.
“But we both know this makeup’s gonna run down your face when you’re crying out because my cock is stretching your cute little asshole so wide and you’re coming so hard you can’t even remember your name. Don’t we, babe?”
“Yes,” I breathed, captured by his eyes and responding without even really thinking.
“Fuck.” He let out another dry, choked groan. “How am I supposed to behave like a gentleman when you’ve got me hard as a fucking rock, Nellie?”
The hardness he was referring to was pressed against the thin fabric of my panties, though it was still restrained by JP’s suit pants. I made a soft noise, then slipped my tongue into his mouth. He groaned, his cock throbbing so intensely I could feel it through the layers of fabric as he ground it against me, using my body to relieve some of his need.
The Diamond Gala had been held at this hotel every year for as long as I could remember, and while I didn’t go every year, I’d been to plenty of them in the past. That meant that while I knew the bathrooms we were supposed to use were right outside the foyer to the ballroom, there was a single-stall accessible bathroom at the top of a staircase with no elevator nearby—which was obviously the best place for an accessible bathroom—down a hall that led the opposite direction of the ballroom.
Unfortunately, that bathroom had been out of order and locked up, so JP and I were in a small alcove around a dark corner, praying that no one would venture this far down. It sucked since I’d been planning to sit on the bathroom counter while he fucked me—flexible as I was and strong as he was, standing and fucking me against a wall came with a serious risk of messing up my dress, whether by crumpling it or tearing it or dripping cum on it because there was so much fucking fabric to deal with—but I figured I’d go down on him and if we had time, he could finger me until I came.
“Maybe you should let me take care of that,” I said, moving to unbutton his pants to free the hardness he was blaming me for.
“I thought you were here to help clean up the drink you spilled on me,” he said, his hands joining mine.
“Are you trying to talk me out of playing with your dick?”
“Nah, but if you’re gonna make a mess of me… maybe I should make a mess of you.”
I raised my eyebrows, intrigued. JP smirked, kissing me one more time before unzipping his pants, then nudging my hands out of the way so he could grab the waistband of my panties and tug them down. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he stuck one of his fingers between my folds, a pleased noise escaping along with a smile as he realized I was already soaking wet for him. He rubbed, spreading that wetness along my lips, then took his hand back.
“What are you doing?” I mused as he pulled his cock out of his boxers.
He didn’t respond, instead guiding his cock forward and holding my panties down so he could push his cock past them. I stifled another noise as his tip brushed against my clit, then let out a shaky exhale when he pushed between my folds. Using my waistband to keep himself pressed against my pussy, he thrust forward, both of us struggling to keep our noises restrained as his shaft slid between my lips. He pulled back and I grabbed his shoulder, steadying myself when the ridge of his crown dragged along my clit and sent an electric quiver shooting through me.
Then I dug my fingers in, clenching my jaw to keep from crying out when he shifted. He thrust forward again and my legs shook as his entire length dragged along my clit.
“Fuck,” he breathed, shuddering as he paused with his pelvis pressed to mine. “This is more unfair than anything.”
“What is?”
“That this—” He pulled back and his voice caught, forcing him to squeeze his eyes closed. “How?”
“How what ?”
“How does fucking you like this feel better than most of the other women I’ve fucked?” He shook his head and his voice dropped to an almost introspective whisper. “I’m not even inside you, Nell.”
I bit my lip, heat rising up my spine and spreading across my collarbone at the same time that it pooled in my stomach. Tilting my head back against the wall, I focused on the sensation building in my core, starting from that place deep behind my pelvis and growing each time his cock caught the sensitive nub aching for release.
He wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t pinpoint what made it feel so good. Maybe it was the circumstances or the boiling tension or the angle that we were rubbing together. Maybe it was the way I rolled my hips to grind against his shaft or the heat of it, the way he throbbed between my legs, the head of his cock sliding past my entrance as he fucked between my thighs.
Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. It was fast and hard and carnal and even though I was pretty sure he’d thought he was doing this for himself, I pulled JP forward, squirming against him and whispering in his ear that I was about to come.
“Fuck yeah, you are,” he hissed. “Come for me, babe. Come for me so I can come for you. And you know where I’m going to do it?”
“My mouth?” I guessed.
“Mm-mm.” His teeth grazed against my neck. “I’m gonna come in your panties. Then I’m gonna watch you walk around the rest of the night talking to all the other princesses like you down there with your cute little panties full of my cum.”
“No,” I breathed.
He lifted his head, an eyebrow raised as he slowed his thrusts. “No?”
I shook my head, struggling to keep myself from moaning as I moved my hips, urging him to start again. “I’m not a princess.”
His eyebrow lowered and a smirk played on his lips. “You don’t think so?”
“No.” My voice shook and oh, God, I was so fucking close it almost hurt, balancing on the edge and not quite being able to fall over it yet. “I’m—”
I choked on a moan and JP lifted one of his hands, letting it hover over my mouth but leaving just enough space for me to whisper to him.
“You’re what?” he urged, pushing his cock against me. “If you’re not a princess, what are you? Tell me, babe.”
“I’m a slut.”
The word fell out of my mouth almost thoughtlessly, almost breathlessly, almost like it had been waiting there to be said for so long, I’d forgotten to notice it. It came out quiet and needy and powerful, a vocalized whimper as much as an unspoken demand and a bashful request.
Because for some reason, something about that heated, all-encompassing moment had sent me back to that conversation with Sydney a few weeks earlier. I wasn’t sure what, exactly, was making me think of something she’d mention as part of a humiliation kink. I mean, JP constantly made fun of me and I didn’t think it was hot .
Or did I?
No.
No, I didn’t. I didn’t want him to humiliate me. I wanted him to say it more than I wanted anything in that moment, but not because I got off on him making fun of me.
I wanted him to say it because it was him .
Because it meant the same thing to him that it did to me.
“I’m a s-slut,” I repeated, my eyes squeezing shut. “I’m a messy slut who’s letting you use my pussy to jack off and fill up my panties with cum and fuck me in the ass later.”
JP’s mouth twitched, his eyes dark with what I thought at first was need, but his hand moved out of the way and he covered my mouth with his.
"You're both,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “My perfect, messy, slutty little princess.”
Of those final six words, two were correct.
I was messy.
I was slutty.
But I wasn’t a princess.
I wasn’t perfect or little.
And I wasn’t his .
I should have been more concerned about that, but my body didn’t seem to give a single flying fuck about it because before I could even process the whole “my princess” part, JP’s hand was clamped over my mouth to cut off the high-pitched whine forcing its way out of my throat. Leaning forward, he kissed my neck as my orgasm hit.
I writhed, hips bucking as I used his cock to extend my bliss, his hand muffling the moans I was desperate to let out as my legs shook uncontrollably. As soon as the overwhelming pleasure faded, I sagged against the wall he’d pressed me against, letting a heavy breath out against his palm. He took his hand back and reached down immediately.
“Watch,” he demanded, and I looked down as he wrapped his hand around his cock and dragged it up. I nearly jolted as he pressed the tip between my folds right at my clit, the oversensitive nub throbbing almost painfully from the unexpected stimulation. He started jerking himself hard and fast and I’d barely caught my breath when he shuddered and came, hot ropes spilling against my pussy, dripping down my folds and leaving an absolute mess in my panties.
And I wasn’t mad about it.
Not one bit.
I was still watching when he wiped the head of his cock against my mound. Neither of us said anything or even looked at each other as he tucked his cock back into his boxers. Before zipping up his pants, he reached forward and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and it was only then that I glanced up. JP didn’t; he kept his eyes down as he pulled my panties back up. It wasn’t until he let my skirt drop down, the fabric swishing around my legs as the hot stickiness of his cum coated my pussy, that he looked up at me.
“Thanks,” he said. “That was much needed.”
Oh, good. We weren’t talking about what he said.
“Very,” I said.
He reached forward, wiping his thumb along the edge of my lower lip. “You’re gonna need to fix that.”
“I figured.” I reached forward and wiped a smear of lipstick off the side of his mouth. “You’re gonna need to clean that up.”
He smirked. “So are you. Because I hope you know I’m still fucking you in the ass later.”
“You better be.”
He blinked, surprise flashing through his eyes. “What?”
I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh, but it was futile. “Come on. Clean up so we can get back. Someone’s going to notice we’re gone and you know chances are that’ll be Anne-Marie.”