Casey
Erik was with his uncle for a long time, and though I was enjoying spending time with the queen and Erik’s cousins, I’d started to get a little worried by the time he finally reappeared. He was smiling, but there was a tightness around his eyes that told a different story. I rose to greet him, leaning up to chastely kiss his cheek.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“I’m okay.” He slid his arm around me as he accepted a snifter of brandy from Sandor.
We made small talk for a while, but the king never joined us, and we left after about thirty minutes. Erik was quiet on the walk back to our elevator bay and then on the ride up. Sandor went in a different direction, wishing us good night, and Erik unlocked the door to our suite, still silent.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as soon as we were alone.
“Just a weird dynamic between me, my uncle, and Anwar.”
“Well, Anwar is jealous of you.”
“Jealous? Why? He has everything I can’t have.”
“Not everything. He’ll never have your striking good looks, your huge heart, and the actual birthright to the throne. He knows he’s the second choice, so to speak. You were born to be king, not him. He got lucky because your dad fell in love with a commoner your grandfather didn’t approve of and knowing that’s the only reason he’s the heir to the throne must grate on his ego.”
“But why? Those events happened before I was born, and he was just a kid.”
I shrugged. “I can’t tell you why he is the way he is, but I’d be willing to bet he’s jealous, plain and simple. You’re not like the others. At least, no one I’ve met to date. You have a stately demeanor, royalty that permeates from your soul. You don’t have to do anything to be a king, it’s who and what you are. It’s a little overwhelming sometimes.”
“I overwhelm you?” he asked softly, drawing me against his chest.
“A little. But I’m getting used to it.”
“I don’t want to be king, Casey.”
“I know, but you would still make a fantastic one, and it’s written all over you, in everything you say and do. And just as an aside, your royalness is kind of hot.”
“Really?” He slid his hands down my back until they rested on my ass. “How hot?”
“So hot I might need to go skinny-dipping.”
“That sounds like fun. Is our no-sex mandate rescinded?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thank god.” He kissed me lightly. “I’m going to get condoms—you get undressed.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I stepped out of my shoes and yanked my dress over my head, tossing it on the couch. I unhooked my strapless bra and tossed it after the dress before hooking my thumbs in the sides of my panties and letting them slide to the floor.
“This is the best thing I’ve seen all day.”
His voice made me turn, and my breath caught a little at the vision he made completely nude. I’d seen him naked before, of course, but that had been during an interlude of drunken, mindless sex. This was different. We were a couple now, and this was the first time I was getting to appreciate just how gorgeous he was. His stomach was hard and flat, the V leading down to his groin mouthwateringly sexy. His shoulders were wide, sitting atop a sculpted, hairy chest. His arms were strong and muscular, his biceps even more striking without the cover of a shirt.
I wanted to trace every inch of him with my tongue, taste the saltiness of his skin, lose myself in his touch, but there would be time for that. I’d promised him skinny-dipping and that’s what we would do. In the beginning anyway. I had a feeling we’d be all over each other in short order, but I took off at a slow run and dove into the pool.
I felt the splash when Erik landed just after me and then he grabbed me, pulling me against him and lowering his mouth to mine. He tasted of brandy and moonlight, his tongue seeking mine almost desperately. We’d done a lot of kissing this past week, but not like this. Tonight’s kisses were intense, powerful, as intoxicating as any I’d ever experienced. He was devouring me in ways I’d never thought possible, as if he owned me. It wasn’t a bad thing, though, because being owned by Erik was the most beautiful thing ever. At this point, I’d sell my soul to the devil so Erik could own me.
We started to sink and broke apart long enough to kick back to the surface. He tugged me to a shallower part of the pool before kissing me again, his hands skimming my body as if this was the first time all over again. It felt like it too. Each touch of his fingers brought me pleasure that was far more satisfying than music, sex, or the most decadent dessert. His touch made me whole, and the heat building deep inside of me was growing more and more out of control.
One wicked finger slid between my legs and they opened of their own accord.
“I’d like to say you’re wet,” he murmured against my lips, “but it’s kind of hard to tell in here.”
I chuckled. “I’m wet, believe me.”
“I can’t wait to be inside of you again, baby.”
“The sooner the better.”
“I thought you wanted to swim.”
“I want to be naked with you.”
“Done.” He pressed his strong chest against mine and then lifted me, so I wrapped my legs around him. Strong fingers kneaded my ass, taunting and teasing as he touched my most intimate places, fingers probing me with gentle urgency.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered. He set me on the edge of the pool, standing between my legs as he slowly pushed me back.
“Oh, god.” I closed my eyes as his lips traveled across my thigh, warm and sensual. He kissed a trail along the crease of my leg, my hip, my pelvis. He was like a drug because the more he touched me, the more I wanted. I’d never been this in tune to a man before and it was incredible. When his lips finally grazed my mound, I didn’t even try to hide my moan.
“So beautiful,” he sighed, gently pressing light kisses along my slit. He hadn’t even used his tongue yet, and I was a quivering mass of need, aching for more.
The tip of his tongue touched sensitive skin, and I inhaled sharply, beyond ready for him. He took his time, licking and kissing with light, feathery strokes, his hands resting on my thighs.
“Erik…” I didn’t know what I needed, but I needed more of something.
“Patience, love.” His tongue grew more insistent now, flattening against me and using harder, heavier strokes that had my ass surging off the concrete to meet him. He started to tongue-fuck me and the pleasure was as exquisite as an orgasm, but I was holding back, wanting to enjoy this as long as possible.
“Erik!” I squealed when he moved down further to my back hole, working on a part of me that had never been touched.
“Easy,” he whispered. “Just a tongue.” He slid a finger into my vagina as he licked and kissed every inch of me, until I was practically crying for release. His lips closed around my clit and I was done, screaming his name as I bucked into his face, each wave a little stronger than the last.
When he finally lifted his head, the passion reflected there was heady. He didn’t just want to fuck me—he absolutely wanted to own me, and I was one hundred percent on board with this.
He came out of the water and reached down to help me up, since my legs were still shaking uncontrollably. Lifting me in his arms, he carried me to a lounge chair and sank down with me in his lap. He’d placed some condoms on the small table beside it and quickly sheathed himself.
We didn’t speak as he adjusted me so I was straddling him. One hand came up and gripped the back of my neck as he kissed me, the other gently stroking my back. He shifted his hips so his erection was between my legs, and without changing anything else, he slid into me. Slow. Thick. With purpose. I sank down, taking all of him, and we both let out sighs of pleasure. Our bodies moved in perfect unison, as if we were born to do this, and I let out another little moan as I dropped my forehead to his, letting my arms close around his neck.
“I’ve waited my whole life for you,” I whispered.
“As have I.” His eyes met mine. “I love you, Casey. I always have.”
“I love you too.” I hadn’t planned to say it, not this soon, but it felt right, especially in this moment.
He crashed his lips to mine, fingers digging into my hips as he thrust up harder and deeper. We kissed like animals, unable to get close enough, deep enough, intense enough. Our bodies moved together, picking up speed and driving us both to the brink. Then Erik slowed down, making me cry out in frustration. He smiled, leaning in to suck on my earlobe.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “I want to enjoy this.”
“We can do it again,” I whispered back.
“And we will.” He reached out and ran his thumbs over my nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Watching my cock disappear inside you is fucking sexy as hell.”
“Mmm.” I moaned as he lifted me and slowly set me back down. He did it over and over, his eyes never leaving where our bodies were joined, until I was whimpering with frustration and need.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes.”
He thrust up and angled his hips so he hit something deep inside of me that made me cry out. His hips jerked and he licked his thumb before finding my clit. That little bit of extra pressure was all I needed and my scream tore through the night as I came again and again, rocking on his lap in utter ecstasy. His own growl was low and deep as he shot off inside of me, and we didn’t stop shaking for a long time.
When I finally collapsed against him, his arms closed around me, and we didn’t move at all. A light breeze made it a little chilly, but I was too content to care, basking in his warmth, his body, his love. This beautiful, incredible, gorgeous man was in love with me, and I loved him too. I didn’t know what this meant in terms of the future, but I didn’t care as long as he was with me.
“It’s getting cold,” he whispered, stirring. “Let’s go inside.”
“Okay.” I reluctantly moved off his lap and got to my feet. He took my hand and pulled me inside where we immediately got into the shower. I rested against him, suddenly overwhelmed emotionally, and he wrapped his arms around me.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
“I’m wonderful. Everything is happening so fast, but it feels natural, like we were meant to do this.”
“I know.” He kissed the top of my head.
“I’m a little confused though. Like, what are we doing? Are we going back to Las Vegas? Going to continue playing all through Europe? Visiting friends? I mean, what’s next?”
“What do you want to be next?”
“I have to think about my career. Maybe not right this minute, but soon.”
“I’m okay with that. I don’t want to change you, sweetheart. If you want to go back to Vegas and start working on music or whatever, I’m happy to go and just be with you.”
“Will you be happy just hanging around Vegas while I write or record?”
“I’ll be happy because I’m with you.”
“You know what I mean. You’ve mentioned being restless, thinking about getting a real job, things like that. I don’t think you’re going to be truly happy following me around while I do my thing and you do nothing.”
“I’m thinking about starting a charitable foundation for an issue that’s important to me, but I haven’t had time to sort it out. I might get a job; it just depends on what happens. Honestly, I’m not worried about it. We have the rest of our lives to think about all that stuff. Right now, I just want to be in love and have a lot of sex and follow you around like a lovesick puppy because that’s what I am. And I’m not even ashamed to admit it.”
“God, you’re so fucking perfect it’s scary,” I growled, tugging his head down so I could kiss him again. I was fairly certain I would never get enough of him.