A Bodyguard For The Princess (A Bad Boy Romance) (45 page)

“I’m going to play video games,” I said.

“Okay. See you later,” Emma said.

“Remember: ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell!’” my dad called after me.

I shook my head and smiled as I bolted up the stairs. I could still hear her in the shower.

The door to her room was locked, so I entered our bathroom from my room instead. I saw her, totally naked. The water fell off her beautiful body in silver waves. Her long hair looked dark and wet. She was rubbing soap, the suds dripping down her perfectly round ass.

She turned to me, her eyes fixed on mine. She didn’t seem the least bit shocked I was there. We both wanted the same thing. I strutted over to her and took off my shirt and pants. My boxers were still on, but I didn’t care. I got in the shower with her, feeling the hot water spray all over my body. I pushed her gently up against the cool tiles of the shower and began kissing her.

Her mouth was so soft, and she wore her signature cherry lip gloss. The taste of it was bittersweet. I raked my hands through her long, beautiful hair. She sighed, falling into me gently. Our bodies melded so perfectly together.

What I’d been wanting for months was finally about to be a reality.

Amy

I felt his mouth on my lips and trailing down my neck. I moaned softly and kissed him back with just as much passion. I’d been waiting for this moment forever, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been, too. No matter how wrong something could be, you always knew what your heart really wanted. Right now, I wanted him, no matter the consequences.

I ran my hands up and down his toned, tattooed torso, savoring the feeling of his hard muscles. I kissed his neck shyly, and he breathed sharply into my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe and said, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

“Yes, please,” I gasped, shivers running up and down my spine.

He turned the water off and picked me up. I giggled in surprise. “Shhh,” he said. He carried me out of the bathroom and placed me gently on his bed. He grinned and turned his TV on so no one would hear us.

“Good idea,” I said with a wink.

He turned his attention to me, his eyes softening with love. His mixture of feral desire and tenderness was beautiful and arousing at the same time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over my body.

“So are you.” I wanted to trace each of his tattoos with my tongue.

His big cock was hard and erect. I wanted it in my mouth. Before I could request this, he ran his finger slowly up and down my clit. My eyes widened from the pleasure of the sensation.

“I’m going to make you squirt,” he whispered seductively.

I was horny and wet from the shower, so he had no problem sticking his fingers in me. He curved them upwards and began steadily fucking me with his hand. I grabbed both of his arms, the intense sensation hitting me in ways I’d never felt before.

“Oh God…that feels amazing,” I said, finding it harder and harder to formulate words.

He curved his fingers upwards and steadied my hips with his other hand. He moved rapidly up and down, and I felt a strong, deep internal orgasm radiate outwards. He was hitting what felt like a pit inside of me, and the more I squirmed, the harder he worked on it.

“Ash, please,” I moaned.

“Come,” he demanded.

His words sent me over the edge, and I nearly screamed as I came. He placed his hand over my mouth, smirking evilly. This intensified my orgasm. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath. He looked smug and proud.

“Fuck. That’s the G-spot, right?” I asked. He nodded, smiling widely. “I have an idea,” I said mischievously.

“What is it?”

“I’ll suck you off while you eat me out.”

He chuckled. “You mean sixty-nining?” he asked sarcastically.

“Yes! Exactly!”

He took me into his big strong arms and pulled me on top of him so my ass was sticking in his face. He began licking my asshole, which I’d never felt before. I moaned.

“Wow, that actually feels great,” I said.

“Mmhmm,” he murmured, licking my crack.

His cock was fully erect now, and I saw a few globs of pre-cum at the tip. I smiled and began licking him, enjoying the salty taste. I took him into my mouth, feeling his engorged member pulsating.

He breathed deeply and began licking my clit, which was also swollen with desire. Our bodies writhed rhythmically as we sucked and kissed each other’s most intimate, tender parts. I sighed softly, swirling my tongue around his cock’s head. His hot mouth felt so great—he knew just the right spots to hit. He gently circled my clit with his mouth. I started to grind my hips into his mouth, making love to his face. He matched my rhythm with his cock, and I wanted this moment to last forever.

The familiar feeling of intense orgasm began to build deep inside my pussy. I squirmed, and he held my hips firmly, not relenting. I whimpered as I began to come, and he moaned in encouragement, lapping up my juices.

He scooped me off him gently and placed me on the bed. My legs were weak from orgasm. I wanted to surrender to him. I reached for him and he kissed me tenderly. His cock was huge now, and my pussy was aching for him. He rubbed his cock all over the outside of my slit, teasing me with it. I gasped.

“Please fuck me,” I urged, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his swollen cock rubbing my clit.

This was too much for him to resist. He pushed his cock slowly into me. I was so tight because I had only ever had sex with him. His eyes widened at the sensation, and he continued to slide himself in. I arched my back, wanting him all of the way inside me. He began moving in and out, his cock disappearing again and again. I matched my hips to the rhythm of his body, and it felt incredible. I tightened myself around him, and he groaned in appreciation, closing his eyes. Sweat dripped down his forehead.

He increased his pace, and each time he slid in and out of me, I wanted to come. It felt so amazing. The buildup of sensation worked from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes, which curled in pleasure.

Ash grabbed my legs so they were sticking up in the air, and his hips were slamming against my ass. This new angle allowed him to hit deeper parts of my pussy, and I gasped in surprise.

“Fuck. Don’t stop doing that!” I cried out.

“Shhh. Our parents will hear.”

Tears of pleasure streamed down my face. I felt another orgasm coming on, a deep and internal one. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

He quickened his pace in response, and I shook my head back and forth in pleasure. I dug my fingertips into his shoulder as I began to come. I moaned in hiccups, the sensation totally overpowering me. He kept his pace steady, intensifying the orgasm.

I collapsed, totally limp. He held my legs steady and kept fucking me, even harder. I felt his cock swell even more inside me. The juices from my orgasm rolled down his balls, and he growled, fucking me faster.

He put my legs down gently and spread them so we were fucking missionary style. I kissed his neck, pulling him closer to me. He fucked me at an even pace, the pleasure still making my toes curl. I tried catching my breath, squeezing his hand.

“I’m going to come,” he warned.

“Come all over my tits,” I begged. I’d seen women do this in porn, and I thought it was hot.

He moaned and pulled out of me, his cock bigger than I’d ever seen it before. He jerked himself off, his cum covering my tits in erratic spurts. He groaned loudly as he did this, and I thought the sound of it was so erotic.

I didn’t take my eyes off his as I rubbed his cum into my breasts. He placed his hand against the wall, steadying himself as the last few drops spurted over me. He watched me for a moment, his cum covering me like an erotic lotion.

“Shit,” he said, exhaling.

“That was amazing.”

“You look so hot right now,” he said, grinning proudly.

“That’s because I’m wearing your cum.”

“Hold on, let me get you a towel.”

I laid on his bed, enjoying the sensation of being marked by him. He came back from the bathroom with one of the towels, a white one. He helped me dry off, and a part of me was sad that his cum was all gone now.

“Next time, I want to try swallowing it again,” I said.

He shook his head. “You’re insatiable, Amy.”

“Insatiable and tired.” I yawned.

“Me, too. It’s been a long day.”

“Let’s sleep in my bed. I missed it.”

He laughed. “All right.”

He followed me to my room, which was a bit warmer from earlier when I put on the heat. I realized I’d left my purse downstairs with my phone in it.

“Hold on, I need to go get my phone.” I pulled out some night pants and a t-shirt from my suitcase and threw them on.

“While you’re down there, can you get me some water?” he asked.

I nodded. “Sure.”

I made my way quietly down the stairs. Gary and my mother were asleep in the den, cuddled peacefully next to each other. I smiled to myself as I went to the kitchen. I took one of the clear glasses from the top cabinet and poured some tap water in. I was so excited to get back up to Ash that I nearly left my purse in the kitchen. I clutched it close to me and went back upstairs, where Ash was already chilling in bed.

“Our parents can’t get enough of each other,” I commented.

“They’re still awake?”

“Kinda. They’re downstairs, but they’re sleeping on the couch.”

“My dad hasn’t been this happy in a while,” he said.

“Yeah. My mom is finally happy too. And so am I.”

“Me, too. Now let’s crash. That drive to the airport today stressed me the hell out.” He chuckled

“The ride stressed you out? Being on a plane is harder.”

Ash took a sip of his water and placed it on my nightstand. I cuddled next to him, feeling relief wash over me. I’d wanted nothing more than this moment for so many months, and it was finally happening. I was finally where I belonged. I looked out the window, watching as the snow filtered down from the sky, feeling safe and cozy in Ash’s arms. When I opened my eyes, it was daytime.

“Amy?” I heard my mom say.

I sat up in bed. Mom was at the door, carrying a cup of coffee. My mom’s eyes trailed from Ash, to me, to Ash again. Obviously shocked, she closed the door gently.

“Shit!” I said, gasping. “Mom!” No response. I heard her go down the stairs. “Fuck!” I muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Ash woke up groggily, pulling the blankets over him. “What?” he mumbled.

“I forgot to lock the door when I came up last night. My mom just saw us!” I said, tears forming in my eyes.

Ash’s eyes shot open. He sat up quickly. “Oh, fuck. Really?” I’d never heard him nervous before, but even he knew what this might mean.

“What do we do?” I shrieked.

“We have to go downstairs and explain ourselves,” he replied. “There’s no other choice. She knows now.”

“Dammit,” I muttered. I started to cry. Ash comforted me, pulling me close.

“Listen, I’m going to get some pants on and a robe, and then we will go downstairs,” he said.

“I’m so embarrassed. I don’t think I can face your dad!” I said through tears.

“I’m not too happy to face your mom, either, but what’s done is done. We have to face it.”

I nodded, knowing it was the right thing to do. I got up and rummaged through my suitcase for my robe. I put it on, pulling it closer around myself for comfort. Ash joined me with a deep breath.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” I replied softly. Some part of me was relieved that they were about to know the truth. I hated hiding things from people, and I hated living a lie.

I hope Mom doesn’t hate me.

When we got downstairs, our parents were sitting in the den, waiting. Gary’s face was concerned, and his mouth was set in a tight line. My mom looked white as a ghost as she sipped her coffee. Her hands were shaking. I could barely make eye contact with her. Ash and I sat across from them on the sofa. Two minutes of awkward silence passed. Finally, my mom spoke.

“So how long has this been going on?” she asked.

“I can explain.” Ash cleared his throat. He was so mature right now. I wanted to hug him. “It all started at the beach. We got to know each other, and we started liking each other. We tried calling it off because we knew it could fuck up our family.”

“And I knew how happy you were, Mom. I didn’t mean to ruin anything for you. I’m so sorry,” I finished. I was crying again, tears sprinkling my lap.

My mother sighed and shook her head. She placed her head in her hands. “I knew something was going on.”

Gary blinked. “I honestly had no idea, although you guys did spend a lot of time together,” he said thoughtfully.

“I didn’t know if you knew or not, honestly,” I told my mom, blushing.

“I might be oblivious sometimes, but a mother knows her daughter. You looked just like I did when I first met Gary.”

This was the most awkward conversation I ever had in my life. I just wanted it to be over. I wished that I’d locked that door, but some doors had to be opened.