Page 48 of A Royal Menace

Fuck.As much as I’ve wanted her, I never imagined Callie would be so perfect for me in bed. Receptive. Aggressive. Demanding of her pleasure and vocal when she gets it.

I fuckingloveit.

Leaning to the side, I jerk open the drawer with my free hand and dig inside. My fingers curl around something hard andsmooth, so I pull it out to look at it. One eyebrow arches upward as I study the vibrator for a moment, then I look down at Callie to catch her staring at it, too. When she looks back at me with zero embarrassment and more than a little need, I smile.

“Not this time,” I say, dropping the device and feeling around in the drawer until I find what I’m looking for.

Pushing myself upright, I sit back on my heels before ripping the condom wrapper open with my teeth. Callie’s eyes follow the movements of my hands as I pluck the latex ring out, toss the wrapper aside, and grip my erection in one fist. She inhales sharply as I pump my cock a few times, and I grit my teeth to suppress a groan when she licks her lips slowly.

My cock swells in my hand as I imagine those wet, perfect lips wrapped around it, but I ignore the urge to lay back and let her do what she will. As good as I know it would feel, I also know I’m not going to last long at this point, and after feeling her come on my fingers, I’m dying to feel that same miracle on my cock.

I make short work of rolling the condom on, then I stretch back over Callie. She grips the sides of my face and pulls my head down so she can kiss me. I drive my tongue into her mouth while I push one hand between us, rubbing her clit gently before pushing a single finger inside her to confirm she’s ready for me. Finding her drenched with need, I break off the kiss and pull back so I can meet her eyes while I line myself up with her entrance.

She swallows thickly as she holds my gaze, then nods slightly. I roll my hips as I slowly push forward, and white spots burst at the edge of my vision as her slick inner walls squeeze around me. Sweat beads on my brow as I resist the urge to slam forward to the hilt. I need to give her time to adjust to the intrusion, but fuck, it’s hard.

“Royal,” she breathes, my name on her lips like music to my ears.

“You okay?” I whisper, grinding my molars as I push a tad deeper.

“Please,” she says, gasping, “don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

Her words unravel me, slashing the threads of my restraint, and a low growl rips up my throat as I slam my hips forward. I closed my eyes with that thrust, and I pop them back open to check Callie’s expression. To make sure I wasn’t too rough, or anything.

But her face is a mask of glorious wonder. She’s breathing hard through her open mouth as she watches me back, her eyes wide and her mouth curved upward. Then she starts to laugh, shocking me for a split second before I start laughing, too. The laughter isn’t born of humor, but of pure relief. Of joy. Of how right this all feels.

My laughter dies first, and Callie’s right after. We watch each other silently as I start to move my hips. Callie’s chest heaves with every breath she takes, and her eyes roll back just before her eyelids drop to cover them. She moans unintelligible words as I pump faster, and I lower my upper body, bracing my weight on my elbows so my mouth can reach her breasts.

Sucking one pebbled peak into my mouth, I flick my tongue against it as pressure builds inside me. Releasing her breast, I grit my teeth and tilt my hips until my pelvic bone presses against her clit. Callie groans at the pressure, and I can feel her inner walls tightening, but she’s not close enough. If I want to feel her come with me, I need to do more.

Pushing myself back up on straight arms, I balance my weight on one while driving a hand down between our bodies again. Finding her clit, I use my thumb to rub quick, light circles around the swollen nub. Callie cries out with pleasure, making my balls tighten, so I apply a bit more pressure as my hips drive forward again and again.

Finally, she cries out, and her inner walls clench down around me, choking my cock in the best way possible. One more thrust, and I’m coming, too, filling the condom with a low moan. Collapsing back to my elbows and careful not to crush Callie, I pump my hips slowly until we’re both sated and spent. Callie wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me down until I’m lying on her, fully, my cheek against her chest as she runs her fingers through my hair.

We rest like that for a few minutes, then I lift my head and press a chaste kiss to her lips before climbing off the bed. I head into the bathroom, pulling the condom off and tying the end as I go. Wrapping it in a tissue, I chuck it into the trash can before washing my hands and mouth. Callie didn’t have any problem tasting herself on me in the heat of the moment, but I don’t want anything to deter her kisses now that we both have clear heads.

When I step back out into the room, she’s moved over to one side of the bed and covered herself with a sheet. She pulls the sheet back as I approach, inviting me to join her beneath it, and I smile. She returns my grin as I lie down on my back and stretch out an arm toward her. She moves in and drapes her upper body over my chest, her cheek over my heart. I wrap my arm around her, my fingers playing with the ends of her hair as we lay here, silent.

God, this has been amazing. Every second of it.

And I can’t wait to do it again.

In fact––

My thought cuts off abruptly when she suddenly pushes herself upright. She peers down at me with a serious expression, and my gut twists. She’s about to tell me this can’t happen again. That it was a mistake. And I don’t know whether to fight or mourn the loss. I don’t want this thing to end, not after only one time, but I also want to respect her choices.

Fuck.

“We can’t tell anybody at work about this,” she says finally, and my deflated lungs fill with sweet oxygen as my lips turn up into a smirk.

“So, I’m to be your dirty little secret, then?” I tease, and she smiles before shoving at my shoulder.

“I’m being serious, Royal. I know we won’t get fired, but Naomi could decide to reassign one of us to a different grade.”

I tilt my head and study her. “And you wouldn’t jump at that chance? I thought you hated being in the room next to mine.”

I’m still teasing her, and she knows it, but she takes the question literally, saying, “I don’t hate it. Not anymore, anyway.”

My smile widens as I push up and over, rolling her beneath me and pressing light kisses to her neck as I ask, “Not anymore?”

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