Page 16 of The Prince and the Double Shot (Runaway Prince Hotel #2)

“Life needs to be lived.” His finger brushed across my nipple. “I’m tired of being in the shadows. Aren’t you?”

“What happened to you?” I chuckled. “And stop that! I’m already starting to sprout.”

He let his fingers trail down to my waistband, and my shirt fell back down.

“Someone sparked something, I guess.” He took a step back. “Now, as the lifeguard on duty, I demand that you get half-naked. As soon as my shift ends, I want the full monty. I plan on following you to your room. Understand?”

I swallowed and chuckled. “I’m afraid that you’ll be sorely disappointed. I have nothing for us to…”

“Then you get to see how the other half lives. My place is a disaster. You’ll love it.”

I swam. I gawked. I watched him every time he moved.

I went upstairs and got myself ready, and met him back down by the pool.

He held my hand as we walked to his car, and we barely spoke.

It was as if there was something between us that we couldn’t put words to – an expectation of what was about to happen, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over our head.

One misstep and it could lead to our doom.

I was as hard as a rock. Just the thought of what we were going to do was making my blood boil with lust.

If it were just lust, then why did I also feel?

I barely knew him – not the real him, anyway.

Secrets, we all had them. Maybe it was time to pull the curtain open?

Should I show him who I truly was? Would he do the same?

I mean, he had to know who I was. Anyone could Google it and find my photo, even if it had been a few years since I made many public appearances. But…

I don’t think he had. He didn’t seem to care.

He just enjoyed the moment, and I could learn from him.

I was always worried about the next step before I completed the first one.

My past and status made living in the present complicated.

The future scared me, and it filled the space with its ominous portents of doom and failure.

Zane slowed his car, and we turned into a nondescript tan building with metal bars on the windows. He parked in the small parking lot and laughed.

“Sorry, it’s not the Ritz Carlton, but it’s been home for a while.”

“It looks lovely. The roses look like they're thriving.”

He reached over and took my hand. “I’m going to do very dirty things to you. I’ve wanted to since the moment you first annoyed me.”

“What do you think I’m here for?” I smirked. “There’s something about you that… I feel so drawn to you.”

“Me too. It’s like fate needed us to meet.”

“Fate is fickle.”

“Fate’s a bitch. Ready?”

We got out of the car and walked down the cracked sidewalk to a door with the number two screwed in crookedly.

He placed his key in the lock, and as soon as we got through the door, his arms crushed me.

He pulled me tightly against him and his hot breath intoxicated me with its sweetness before his lips found mine and his tongue pushed between my lips.

I reached down and grabbed his crotch through the grey fabric of his shorts and kneaded it in my hand. It stiffened, and I continued stroking it roughly as I breathed into him. His fire was smoldering and about to light me ablaze. He was so fucking beautiful – so hot – so hard.

He nipped at my chin, and I threw my head back as his hand slid down my shorts onto my ass. His strong hands squeezed them as he licked up my neck and kissed me once again.

Damn, this man was going to end me. My heart raced with anticipation – my pulse quickened as his fingers slid into my crack.

I shuddered, and he pushed me gently against the wall.

His hungry mouth left kisses down my jaw and onto my neck as he pulled his hands out of my shorts and took a step back.

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.

“Take your fucking clothes off,” he growled, and I quickly did as I was told.

His shorts dropped to the ground, and his hard cock stood out at attention.

His trimmed, red pubic hair like a beacon called to me, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

My shorts still wrapped around my ankles.

I kicked at them and managed to pull them off as he took a step closer.

His massive cock was only an inch from my mouth.

“You want this?” he teased, knowing full well that I had lost all reason.

I nodded. He pressed his hips forward, and his uncut, thick cock pressed into my lips.

I licked at his helmet, letting my tongue brush across his slit.

He moaned, and I opened my mouth. His thick cock pushed past my lips, and I greedily took it.

Inch by inch, Zane pressed his cock into me.

I moaned around the shaft as I tightened my lips around it.

“God, that feels so… Your Highness, you’re a fucking pro,” he teased as he slowly thrust in and out. He pushed a little deeper with every thrust until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I grabbed his ass cheeks and held him in place.

I opened my throat and slid him all the way in.

I gagged a little as he hit the back of my throat.

God, he was huge, and I was out of practice.

His cock had to be eight inches and fairly thick.

It was as beautiful as he was. My nose tickled against his red, trimmed pubes, and I inhaled the scent of him.

Musk and vanilla – an earthiness that soothed something deep within me rushed through my senses, and all I could do was to give myself over to the power of him – a thrum that reverberated through my body.

“Phil… I… dammit!” he spat as he grabbed me by the back of the head, slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth.

I reveled in the taste of him. His foreskin slid against my lips, and I wanted to bite at it, but he wouldn’t let up as he took what he wanted from me – using me for his pleasure. My moans told him how much I enjoyed it.

Thrust after thrust, slow and deep, I kept my lips tight and time lost meaning as I took every inch of him inside my mouth. His tangy precum washed over my tastebuds.

He slowly pulled out of my mouth, and I reached up and gently took his cock in my hands and pulled his skin forward before running my tongue around and into it.

“Fuck…” He threw his head back and pushed his hips forward.

“We’re barely inside my apartment. Come on.

” He reached down and pulled me off of his throbbing cock.

I wanted to whine with the absence of him, but I knew what he was intending, and my body hummed with the potential pleasure he would provide.

“Your place is…” I glanced around his apartment. It was incredibly messy – shabby without the chic.

He reached up and grabbed the frame of his bedroom door. “It’s a pigsty. But my bed is very nice,” he chuckled. “It’s firm.”

“Like you,” I walked under his arm and into his bedroom. Clothes lay scattered across the floor. He slapped my ass hard, and it sent shivers through me. I lay down on his bed, spreading my taught body out. “I’m… It’s been a while,” I said nervously. “That’s pretty fucking big, so…”

“I’ll be as gentle as I can, but not too gentle,” he smirked. “God, you’re beautiful. Roll over.”

I rolled over and grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed. I inhaled – it smelled earthy like him.

His hands grasped my ass, and I felt him pull my cheeks apart. I felt his finger brush over my hole. I flexed my feet with anticipation. His hot breath caused shivers up my spine right before his tongue lapped at my crack.

Shit,” I gasped.

I heard his deep chuckle before his tongue pressed into me.

I grasped the bedspread. His stubble raked across my spread ass and burned in the best way possible.

He ate ass the way he kissed – hot and heavy.

His tongue prodded into the depths of me as I squirmed underneath him.

My face flushed with pleasure from the force of his tongue as he opened me for the main event.

His tongue. A finger. His tongue. Two fingers.

My hole grasped at him with need and want – desire and lust. I was becoming unglued as he prepared me.

For a moment, he disappeared, and I heard the telltale sound of a condom being opened.

The cold lube as it hit my hole made me jump, but his finger, slowly inserted, kept me in place as if I were his puppet.

His fingers scissored, and I groaned with pleasure as he carefully made sure that I could take him.

He was big – bigger than I was used to. Bigger than Petra.

No, not that. This was now. That was then. A weight that had threatened to press down on me disappeared as quickly as it came. Once, not long ago, it would have crushed me. Zane had helped alleviate some of that pain, even if it would always be with me.

His fingers slowly slid out.

“Are you ready, Phil?” His lips kissed my back, and I wiggled. “If it’s too much…”

“I’m ready. I need it,” I jiggled my ass. It had been too long. I was ready. I was ready for Zane. Not just anyone. It was him, and I suppressed the thoughts of an abandoned future. No matter how much I felt, I would never ask him to live the life that Petra had.

Now. This was now.

I tensed as his cock rubbed against my hole. I breathed as his hard helmet pressed against my tight hole and slowly entered.

“Oh… fuck.” I arched my back at the pressure I already felt. “It’s so fucking huge…”

“It is literally just the tip,” he laughed. “Relax.” His fingers slid against my spine.

“It already feels like that movie where the alien rips out of someone’s body,” I grunted. “Fuck.”

“You mean, Alien.”

“That’s what I said.”

“That’s the name of the movie. My nanny once caught me watching it when I was little. The parents took away my television for almost a year.”

“The name of the movie is Alien? Very on the nose.”

“Yes, now less talking and more of this…” He pressed himself further inside, and I gasped loudly as he split me in half.

“Your cock is the alien.”