A Bodyguard For The Princess (A Bad Boy Romance) (42 page)

I tried to take him into my throat, but I instantly gagged. When I pulled him out, a thin strand of saliva followed and dribbled down my chin. I licked it up shyly.

“That’s so hot,” he encouraged.

I put him back in my mouth again, enjoying the salty, cherry taste. I never knew that sucking a cock could be this enjoyable. I savored every one of his reactions. I took his hand gently in mine and squeezed it. He squeezed back, and I smiled against his member.

He pulled my head away. The look in his eyes was feral and hungry again. He spread my legs with his knee and scooted his pants off the rest of the way.

“Get ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before,” he growled.

“Yes, please,” I begged. I wanted to feel him inside me again.

All of the sex-ed information I had learned went out the window. I didn’t care if he wasn’t wearing a condom. I didn’t care about the risk. Right now, I just wanted him inside of me—every inch of him.

He wasted no time entering me, and I gasped in surprise. It still hurt a bit, but the pain and pleasure melded pleasantly together. I looked at him, wide eyed; his eyes were closed again as if the intense feeling was consuming him. I loved it when he looked helpless like that. I loved that my body could reduce him to such a state when he was normally so big and strong.

He slid himself completely inside me, and for a moment, froze. I savored the sensation, wrapping my legs around him. He was able to push in deeper, and he began to pound furiously. Every time he slid in and out, I moaned, bucking my hips against him.

Eventually, all of the discomfort disappeared, becoming pure ecstasy. Girls often told me their first and second times were shit, but I was happy to not have had that experience. Ashton was an
expert in bed. I tried matching his rhythm with his hips, and we kissed gently, like we were doing some kind of a wild dance.

I loved being with him like this. It felt like being one body with one goal—orgasm. No wonder people said sex was so intimate.

“Get on top. Ride me. It feels great, I promise,” he rasped.

He stood up, holding me with him still inside me. I laughed in surprise, holding onto his shoulders for support. He lay down on the bed, and I was now on top of him. He was able to enter me even deeper now, and I moaned in surprise.

Shit. That
does
feel good.

I began bouncing timidly up and down, watching as my breasts bounced. I exhaled sharply, steadying my hands on his shoulders. He helped support my hips as I bounced and grinded on him, my wetness dripping down his balls.

“Oh God, this is so good.”

“Told you. Girls dig being on top,” he said through his moans.

I began working him even harder, getting close to that unique orgasm again, the kind that almost felt like touching my clit but was deeper and more internal.

“I think I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby,” he demanded.

He began fucking me harder, and this only increased my pleasure. I continued to ride him, harder and harder, the room getting fuzzier and fuzzier. The orgasm took me by surprise, and I shook with it, surrendering. I fell gently on top of him as I came, and he continued to pound me, intensifying the orgasm. He didn’t stop.

I gasped for air, sweat beading on my forehead. He was sweating too, but he still didn’t stop. I felt another orgasm begin to build. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come again.”

“Good. Come,” he demanded.

His words sent me over the edge, and I had another incredible orgasm, losing track of where I was and everything else in the intense pleasure of each contraction of my pussy.

I was too weak to continue. Ash rolled me over so he was now on top. He lost it, pounding me as hard as he could. I couldn’t believe it, but another orgasm was starting to take hold of me.

I came one last time, and this sent Ash over the edge. He pulled gently out of me and began to stroke himself on me. I stumbled to my knees, wrapped my hand around his cock, and began jerking him off into my mouth. I wanted to taste him.

He groaned loudly, growling as his cum filled my mouth. He tasted salty, and his jizz was creamy. I lapped all of it hungrily, some of it dribbling down my cheeks. I swallowed it quickly as his cock began to soften in my mouth.

We were both shaking from the intensity of our pleasure. Ashton lay next to me, and I crawled into his arms, not able to speak because I was still catching my breath. As we lay, comfortable and sated, someone knocked on the door.

“Ash?” I heard my mom say.

“Shit,” Ash whispered. He sat up and cleared his throat. “Hold on.”

He threw his clothes back on while I ran for the closet. I closed it behind me so I could only peek through. He smoothed the bed and opened the door.

“Your father and I just brought back lunch for us,” she informed him. “You look out of breath.”

“Yeah. Working hard.”

“Have you seen Amy? She’s here, too.”

“Yeah, she went down the street to the corner store to grab some cough medicine. Said her allergies are acting up here,” he lied.

“Ah!” my mother said. I was so glad she was oblivious sometimes. “Well, text her for me and let her know that we are back.”

“Will do!” Ash said.

I heard my mother walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Ash motioned me to come out, and I searched for my clothes. He had kicked them under the bed. “Nice,” I said sarcastically. I put my clothes on quickly, my legs still a bit weak from the great sex.

“That was such a close one,” I whispered.

“I know. Thank God she didn’t hear us.”

“What do I do? They think I’m outside.”

“No problem. See that door? That’s an exit. Most Victorian houses have a lot of stairways. Just make your way down. I’ll distract our parents while you pretend to open and close the downstairs door. I’ll text you when to do it,” he said.

I nodded. He was so great at getting away with shit!

“Don’t forget your purse and phone,” he said, giving me both.

He left me by myself, and I quietly opened the exit door. True to his word, there was a dark stairway. I waited for a bit before hearing his deep voice mixed in with my parents.

Ashton:
Come down.

I scurried down the stairs. The stairway led me straight to the front entrance. I couldn’t see our parents or Ash, so they were probably in the dining room. I opened and closed the front door of the house to make it seem like I had walked in and strutted over to them.

“Hi, hon! Wish you would have told me about the allergies. We were just at the store,” Mom said.

“No problem. I liked walking. Taking a break from the dusting, you know?”

On the table was an array of cold-cuts and chips. I was starving. We grabbed our food and sat at the table, at first a bit too close together. I made it a point to distance myself from them. I hoped my mother didn’t notice, but when I looked up, I saw a slightly puzzled expression on her face. Did she suspect something? How come she couldn’t always be oblivious?

I cleared my throat and said, “New York was great last night.”

“Yeah, Ash said he went with you after,” Gary said.

“We checked out Times Square and had a blast,” Ash lied.

I had never lied so much in my entire life. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not, but the alternative was worse.

I can’t let my mom find out I am fooling around with Ash,
I thought, scolding myself. I stuffed my mouth full of food, trying to give myself a good reason not to talk. Ash went on and on about how the mechanics did a shitty job in the bathroom.

As I watched him talking, I was filled with admiration. He was such an impressive man, great in bed
and great at fixing things. A warm feeling came over me, one I’d never felt before. It was a mixture of tenderness and arousal. I realized I might be in love with him. This wasn’t good.

I looked down at my wrist, which was still a bit sore from that asshole at the bar. Love hurt, and the things you did for it hurt even more.

Amy

My mother looked beautiful. Her hair was done up in curls, and she wore an elegant white wedding dress I helped her pick out. The top was embroidered with rhinestones and lace, and the back of it was so long she needed two flower girls to carry it. My little cousins were those flower girls, their cheeks rosy and eyes hopeful.

“When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of getting married,” I said to Sarah, who sat next to me. She’d come down for the wedding, and I was so grateful to have her here.

“Me too,” she said, giggling.

Sarah also looked beautiful. She wore a pale blue dress, and her hair was curled. I had straightened my hair and wore one of the pink bridesmaids outfits my mom picked out for me.

The bed and breakfast was dressed up, too. Ash and I had spent hours decorating it with pink ribbons and lace. Well, it only took hours because we spent so much time having sex in between. We didn’t only volunteer to do it because we cared; we knew it would be one of the few times we could be alone together.

I tried not to think about anything but the wedding. Ash and I were living moment to moment, and we tried to ignore the impossible.

Gary looked gallant and handsome. He waited nervously for my mother, who walked slowly to the altar. A kindly looking and slightly bald priest began muttering. I couldn’t hear him because I was too busy noticing Ash. He sat not far away from Gary, and he looked so hot. He wore a black suit with a red bow tie for some pizazz. His hair was shaved now, and it made his sharp bone structure stick out even more.

My heart raced. For a moment, I pictured standing at that altar with Ash, looking deeply into his eyes. My heart sank. That would never happen. I looked back at our parents, who were finishing their vows. The room erupted with clapping and cheers. I smiled brightly, enjoying how happy my mom was. I hadn’t seen her quite this happy since she was with Dad, and I was glad I felt more comfortable about everything. I was also glad she had the wedding to distract her from Ash and me. I was so paranoid that she suspected something weird was going on.

Everyone moved into the backyard, where we were having a huge wedding barbecue. People began crowding underneath the tents, and the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers filled the air. A DJ played rock music, and waitresses in crisp white uniforms handed out cups of soda and wine.

“I can’t believe you have to leave tonight, Sarah.”

“You know how crazy Coach is. I’m lucky I could get the time off to come here at all during training season,” she said.

“I know,” I replied, smiling. “I just wish we had more time to talk…about everything.”

Sarah looked over at Ash, who was talking with some of his guy friends. “Fuck. He is gorgeous, though, I have to admit,” she said with a grim smile.

“I know! He’s so much trouble.” I sighed heavily.

“Would you like some wine, miss?” asked one of the waitresses.

I looked around before accepting to make sure my mom didn’t see me drinking underage. Sarah took some wine too.

“Since when do you drink?” she asked.

“Since this summer.”

“I can see he’s had an impact on you. Sex. Drinking,” she teased.

“I guess some guys just make being bad so much fun,” I responded. I took a sip of my wine. My mother rushed over to me. I gave Sarah my drink, hoping my mom didn’t notice it. I embraced her tightly.

“Congrats, Mom!”

“Thank you! This has been one of the best days of my life. And Sarah! It’s so nice to see you,” she said, giving Sarah a hug.

My heart sank. I watched my mother and Sarah talk. Mom looked so damn happy. I could never take part in risking her happiness. The realization of this hit me hard.

“I’ll be right back,” I said to Sarah.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I’ll see you both in a minute.” I made my way to the house. I saw Ash out of the corner of my eye. He followed me.
Shit
.

The first floor was full of people, so I escaped to the third floor. I went up the secret staircase and was comforted by the sight of the third floor suite. I remembered that Ash and I had had sex here, and my heart sank again. Tears streamed down my face. This was just too fucked up to bear. The stairwell door opened, and Ash walked through, obviously concerned.

“Amy? Are you okay?” he asked.

I shook my head and turned away from him. I didn’t want to see how gorgeous he looked. I didn’t want to know what would never be mine.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice lowering. He took a seat beside me on the bed, and I scooted as far away as possible.

“We can’t be together,” I said. He was silent, the reality of our situation seeping in. “Sarah’s parents love me and are always inviting me to stay. She would love it if I were back in San Fran, and I miss my dad.”

“What are you saying?” Ash asked, his voice sounding low and sad.

“I’m leaving with Sarah tonight, and I’ll be gone for the rest of the summer…And forever,” I said, tears streaming down my face.