Chapter 7 #2
Even thinking of the most disgusting things barely kept me from shooting my load down her throat immediately. The way her mouth slid up and down my shaft had me teetering on the edge. I had to stop this before it was over far too soon.
I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her back, the pop of her mouth coming off my dick sounding through the room, and—oh my God—it was the sexiest sound next to her moans.
Pulling her up my body, our mouths met, and I kissed her like my life depended on it. I flipped us over, positioning myself above her. I could feel the heat coming from her sex as my dick slid along the flimsy lace covering it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked between kisses.
“Mhm,” she hummed.
I stopped, looking her in the eyes. “Adelaide, I’m going to need a more enthusiastic yes,” I said seriously.
She returned my gaze, her bright eyes boring deep into my soul. “Yes, Oliver. Enthusiastically yes.” She smiled.
“That’s my girl.” I gave her a half grin.
“There are condoms in that drawer.” She nodded to her nightstand.
I climbed off the bed and grabbed one of the foil packets from the drawer. After opening the wrapper, I slid the condom over my thick cock and crawled back over Adelaide. I peppered kisses down her body, pulling down her thong until I was face-to-face with her glistening center.
“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are?”
“You might have mentioned it.” She sighed happily.
I couldn’t help myself from smiling before I ran my tongue through her wet lips. She tasted absolutely divine. My confidence skyrocketed as her whimpers filled the room.
I always believed that Adelaide was out of my league and never thought I would be doing this with her. Yet here I was, fucking her delicious pussy with my tongue and watching her grip the comforter out of my peripheral vision as she groaned my name.
After a few minutes of worshiping her with my tongue alone, I put two fingers in her so I could finally fulfill my fantasy of making her climax.
I sped up the pace with my fingers and sucked her tiny clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it faster and faster. Her beautiful pussy gripped my fingers, and I felt her insides start to pulse as she screamed my name.
“Oliver! More. I want more. Need more,” she gasped. “I want you inside me, now.”
I grabbed my stiff cock and ran my hands up and down before spreading her legs wider so that I could slide into her. Grabbing her wrists and holding them in one hand, I lifted them above her head and thrust inside her.
“Oh God!” she cried. “Yes!”
“Mmm,” was the only coherent response I could form.
She felt amazing. This was everything I could have imagined and more.
Adelaide was perfect. Unlike so many of the girls before her, she wasn’t trying to do or be too much or putting on a front.
She was perfectly herself, simply existing in the moment with me.
Thrusting in again, I bottomed all the way out, my heavy balls slapping against her. She tried to move her hands, but I held tight.
“I need to touch you,” she moaned.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
Adelaide opened her eyes and looked deep into mine. “Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
“Then relax, enjoy this, and come for me again.” I tightened my hold on her wrists, careful not to hurt her as I held them still.
I pulled my cock all the way out and then slammed into her again earning a “fuck yes” and “oh my God.” A few minutes went by with me thrusting in and out, and I could feel her body close to climaxing again.
“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.”
“Fuck, Oliver. I don’t know if I can get there again.”
“Yes, you can. You’re right there. Just let go.” I squeezed her wrists for a little more encouragement and brought my other hand down to rub her clit.
“Oliver!” she screamed as her body convulsed and she came for a second time.
“Good girl.” I kissed her neck and made my way to her jaw before turning her over onto her stomach. “Are you good?” I asked.
“Never better,” she said through panting breaths.
I lifted her hips and pushed in again. She was so warm and tight, I knew that I only had a few more pumps left.
“Adelaide. God, baby.” I leaned over so I could get even deeper inside her, running my hand over her spine and up to her neck. “I’m so close.”
“I think I might be, too. I’ve never come this much before.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m going to go fast,” I whispered into her ear.
“Fuck me, Oliver. Don’t be so nice.”
That directive was my undoing. I was always the nice guy. My whole persona was the easy-going prince. I had always been the good son, the nice one. But in this moment, I could shed that and truly express myself the way I wanted to.
I slammed inside her tight pussy while I tightened my hold on her neck just a tiny bit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Adelaide panted in time with the meeting of our hips. “I’m right there.”
“Come with me, beautiful.” I reached around and squeezed her nipple, and it set her off.
One, two, three pumps and I let go, too. The way her pussy tightened milked me for everything I was worth, filling the condom so full I thought it might actually come out of the top. I had never come that hard, ever.
I fell to my side on the bed, trying to catch my breath before grabbing Adelaide and pulling her back to my chest. I knew I needed to get up and clean both of us, but I also needed a minute to just soak in what had happened and regain the ability to form full, coherent sentences.
After a few minutes, I padded to the bathroom, where I found a stack of washcloths under the sink next to a bin with an array of bubble baths and bath bombs. Wetting one down, I washed myself up before bringing a fresh one back to the bedroom, where I carefully cleaned Adelaide.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “No one has ever done that before.”
“Of course.” I set the cloth aside on the nightstand while she got up and used the bathroom. When she returned, I climbed up beside her on the bed, pulling the covers over us both.
She rolled over, facing me as I scooted closer so I could wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me.
“My thanks isn’t just for this. But for everything.
When I first started tutoring you, I wasn’t in the best place.
I had some pretty hard opinions against the aristocracy.
You’ve shown me that not all of them are assholes. ”
“Yeah, I couldn’t tell.” I gave her waist a playful squeeze and she let out a soft giggle. “This semester was the perfect ending for me, too. I’ve enjoyed our time together.” I placed a kiss on her forehead.
Her body relaxed and within a few minutes her breathing deepened and evened out, and I knew she was asleep.
As I dozed off, I realized that I hadn’t been that happy in a long time.
It had been years—possibly since I became friends with Knox—that I had felt genuinely seen for who I was beyond my title.
The way Adelaide checked in on me after the security threat, even though she was the one who had been hurt, showed how caring and genuine she was.
I had never thought much about my future long-term partner, but the idea briefly flitted through my mind that maybe Adelaide could be that person.
There was endless pressure on Xavier to find someone.
By law, he’d need to be engaged before his coronation and married within six months of taking the throne.
Even though he had almost eight years before he would become king, the media had seemingly inexhaustible ways of inserting his “single” status into every piece and working the country into a lather about who would be their future queen.
I, on the other hand, had escaped this scrutiny, so marriage had never really crossed my mind—until now. Until Adelaide. Maybe we could explore whatever this was and see where it could take us without the pressure of needing to put a timetable on it.
Being wrapped around her, feeling her deep breathing against my chest, calmed my thoughts and sleep came to me easily, my dreams filled with Adelaide.
A consistent ringing interrupted my dreams. As I became coherent, I realized it was my phone—specifically, Faxon’s emergency ringtone.
Blurry eyed, I peered at the clock: 5:02 a.m. I slid out of bed, doing my best not to disturb the angel sleeping beside me, and grabbed my boxer briefs as I went to the kitchen to pick up the call.
“Hey,” I answered.
“Your Highness, we need to go. After questioning the woman we apprehended tonight, we found some online writings detailing her plans to disrupt the commencement ceremony today. There seem to be a few other suspects who were going to help her. We’ve briefed your parents, and they would like the entire family to skip the ceremony and go back to the palace early for everyone's safety. We need to get moving. Our team has handed the woman over to local law enforcement who will continue to investigate the situation from here.”
What the fuck.
This was bigger than just a fan rushing me at a party or the occasional autograph from new students at the beginning of term.
Somehow, I had gone from the highest high to one of the lowest lows in a matter of hours.
Commencement felt like a rite of passage; I had worked hard for my degree and had been looking forward to joining my peers in walking across the stage today.
This was bullshit. I had plans for today and this evening, all of which involved spending more time with Adelaide.
Adelaide.
I didn’t want to leave her alone.
Should I ask her to come with me?
No. I knew she had friends and former students graduating today; asking her to miss the ceremony hardly seemed fair.
And while she had met my family before, I didn’t want to overwhelm her by bringing her home so soon.
After all, we had yet to discuss what last night had meant for us, or if there would be an “us” moving forward.
“Sir?” Faxon’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“I want security to watch over Adelaide for a few days, just in case this person remembers her from the party.”
“Yes, Your Highness. But we really need to get going.”
“Okay. Give me five minutes and I’ll be out.”
I went to Adelaide’s room and grabbed the rest of my clothes, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek before I made my way back into the kitchen. After rifling through the drawers, I found a piece of paper and pen.
A,
Got called back to the palace because of the security threat from last night. Am going to have to miss the ceremony today. Didn’t want to wake you—you were sleeping so peacefully.
I know we didn’t get to talk about this last night, but I want to see you again. I’d love to explore what there is between us. If you’re open to that, please call or text me. I’ll be anxiously waiting to hear from you.
-O
Just as I was done writing my note, the front door unlocked and opened.
A petite woman in scrubs walked in and jumped back when she spotted me in her kitchen.
“Hi. Colette, right?”
“Yes?” she replied apprehensively. “Who are you and what are you doing in my kitchen? There are cops outside so don’t do anything funny.” She slowly put her hand in her bag, undoubtedly reaching for some type of self-defense weapon, like mace or a taser.
I raised my hands in defense. “I’m Oliver! I’m Adelaide’s friend. I was just leaving. Here.” I handed her the note I had written.
“Oliver? Prince Oliver?” Colette asked incredulously.
“Yeah.” I gave a soft wave. “I have to go; can you make sure Adelaide gets that?”
She glanced down at the paper in her hand. “Sure…” she said, a note of suspicion in her voice.
“Thank you. It was nice to meet you.”
I put my pants on and slid my feet into my shoes before grabbing my shirt and phone off the counter. The crisp air hit me when I stepped out the door and goosebumps prickled across my skin as Jackson opened the door to the backseat for me.
Everything in my body was revolting at the thought of leaving Adelaide, but I held on to the hope that she would understand why I had to leave and would take me up on my offer to spend more time together.
She never called.