Page 13 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)

Playing with Fire

KEIR

“ T hat was quick!” Nate murmured, still on his mobile, watching football highlights as I returned to our stateroom.

“I’m just here for protection. Nothing more.”

“Oh, look at you being responsible!”

“Shut up,” I groaned.

“Me? I’m not the problem here.”

You could hear very little over the sound of someone going at it down the hall.

“Who is it, though?” Nate asked.

“It’s Edina,” I sighed. “She brought that Australian back, and I think they’ve been below deck most of the time.”

“How do you?—”

He stopped himself. I patted my brother on the shoulder and turned. Edina was an okay lay, but she was too needy. She was the type of girl who’d swear she wasn’t looking for anything serious but would want you to cover her with words of devotion for the next twenty-four hours—all while giving you nothing in return. Then, she’d tire of you and move on. I wouldn’t say I liked feeling simultaneously suffocated and used .

I tried not to think about Edina as I returned to Ingrid’s room. I didn’t care if Nate knew. I couldn’t just disappear without him knowing I merely needed to keep it under wraps from Lars. I wasn’t trying to ruin Cici’s wedding with a row with my stepbrother.

I ducked back into Ingrid’s room. She was still waiting for me. Of course, in dealing with the sounds of Edina and the Australian and talking to my brother, my erection disappeared. I needed a moment to harden back up. But, given how lovely Ingrid looked lying there naked, I didn’t think it would take too long.

“Sorry. I should have brought one with me, to begin with, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

I tossed my shorts and pants aside, threw the sleeve of condoms on the table, and crawled back into bed with Ingrid.

“You think we’re going through all of those?” She laughed.

I chuckled. “Well, I needed redundancy built in. Of course, if we used them all, we would both be very sore in the morning.”

I lay there on my side, taking in every inch of her once more. Ingrid turned to me. Her lips met mine, and we kissed again. She was a fantastic kisser. I was only sorry she had such bad experiences with men who couldn’t do her justice. She smelled like honey and flowers. I loved to run my finger through her cornsilk-coloured hair and pull it just slightly. In return, her teeth grazed my lip with anticipation.

I ran my hand down to her breast, stroking her nipple gently. She almost fluttered as I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. Then, she pulled away from my kiss, whimpered, and looked down at my fingers at work. Ingrid had beautiful, soft, full breasts and perfect pink nipples. I would have gladly kept playing with them, but she seemed intent on moving the ball forward.

Ingrid reached down to play with my cock, as if curious at first. She ran her thumb over the head, then slowly stroked down my shaft. By now, I was plenty hard again. Having her naked body pressed against mine turned me on like a switch.

“You like it?” I asked.

Ingrid looked me in the eye, still gently stroking my cock.

“It’s… nice.”

“What? Not what you expected? ”

“No,” she giggled. “No. I’m sorry. It’s…”

“What?”

“It’s a lot bigger than I expected,” Ingrid admitted. “I thought the tale about tall guys and big feet was an utter myth.”

“Size isn’t everything, I’m sure, but what can I do?”

I wasn’t legendary. I wasn’t small, either. I was a grower, not a shower. Maybe she thought the outline of my flaccid dick was all she could expect? Either way, I hoped she’d return to seriousness again before I felt embarrassed.

“Sorry, it’s lovely,” Ingrid said. “Is it odd if I say you have a beautiful cock?”

“No,” I snickered. “You can say whatever you want about it as long as you admire it.”

I tried not to moan as she tightened her grip around my shaft. She looked down, watching her hand pump up and down as precum began to lace the head of my cock. I knew I needed to put a condom on fast, if only so I didn’t let her keep doing this. Her grip felt fabulous.

“I think it’s time for a condom,” I said, rolling towards the nightstand.

She let me go, lying again flat on the bed, head still on the pillows. I rolled the condom over the head and down my shaft, once more feasting on the sight of her. She watched everything I did as if studying me. That was how she was—always looking at people with great awareness. It was some impressive intelligence.

I wanted to shake her out of that, so I pulled her down the bed by the ankles. I parted her legs until I was in between her thighs once more. I looked down at her face, stunned. With a satisfied smile, I leaned in to kiss her. She reacted by running her hand down my back, digging her nails in as I pressed the tip of my cock against her very wet entrance. She was slick and more than ready.

“You want me inside you then?”

She nodded.

“I need to hear you say it, Ingrid.”

Breathless, she complied. “Yes, I want you… inside me.”

I slowly slid inside her tight pussy, spreading her out slowly at first. I watched her face as I thrust gently. She gave over to me, digging her nails into my lower back. She flushed as I picked up steam, slowly rolling into her with one thrust and then another. She smiled up at me now, satisfied. That was what I wanted.

“You like that?” I asked.

“You feel so good,” Ingrid whispered.

I kissed her. “You feel amazing. Smooth like silk. So warm and sweet.”

“God, don’t stop,” she moaned.

“Say it in French,” I whispered.

“ Baise-moi ,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Please. Plus fort .”

The mixture of English and French worked. She wanted me to pound her harder? I could do that. I put her feet on my shoulders, picking up a good rhythm. It enhanced her pleasure while delivering more sights and sounds for me. Her tits bounced everywhere as she gripped onto the pillows behind her for dear life.

She tensed more and more around me. I watched, enrapt, as her toes curled, and her nostrils flared. She was about to climax. Maintaining a grip on her right leg with my left arm, I dropped my right arm to play with her swollen and soaked clit. I had no trouble dialling her up to eleven with only a few strokes. She moaned louder, then growled.

“ Ouais ! Yes! More!”

I stroked her pussy faster and pumped harder. She gave over to the orgasm, eyes rolling back into her head. Her legs shuddered.

“Oh, fuck!”

I couldn’t help but smile. Her whole chest and face were read. She panted like she’d just run a marathon. She was spent.

“Good?” I asked.

“Yes, Keir. Ouais .”

“The only thing is, I thought you might throw me a bone and scream my name,” I sighed, playing it cool.

“Well, you have more chances to get it right, yes?” Ingrid asked.

She bit her lip as if summoning me back down to kiss her. I couldn’t resist. I slowly ground into her as our lips met, pulling her hair at the roots like before. She moaned every time I went in deep, as if desperate to have all of me inside her. It was satisfying to feel her fall apart. This was heaven. I knew I shouldn’t play with fire lest we all get burned, but damn she was electric. Who was I to hold back?