Curves for the Prince

  There was a knock on the door and he pushed away the irritation and exhaustion andcalled, “Come in!”

  Laura stepped inside, her platinum blond hair was artfully arranged and her ice blue gown was perfectly matched to her eyes. Everything about her was cold, hard and sharp. Herchin was severe, her cheekbones incredibly high and her manner flinty. He wondered if shewould cut him to shreds when he touched her the night of their wedding.

  “We need to talk.”

  “I’m aware that I’m going to be late for the opera.” He said in an even voice.

  “It’s not that.” Her slim pale hands came up and clasped each other, then wrung together. It was a gesture he had never seen her make and it caught his attention. “I…you see … I love ” h… er voice choked to a halt and, incredibly enough she began to weep. Not lady like tears either, harsh bitter sobs that echoed loudly in the chamber.

  Stunned and surprised he did the only thing he knew to do, he went to her and wrapped his strong arms around her, “It’s okay Laura. You aren’t supposed to hate me.”

  “It’s not you, I mean I don’t hate you but I love…I love someone else!”

  His mouth fell open. He was literally speechless for an instant. “You love somebody else?”

  “Yes, and… and it’s a woman. It’s Hallie, my school friend. I don’t want to marry you Matt, I want to live with Hallie and my parents are forcing me to marry... ”

  His laughter rang out clear and joyous. He tilted her tearstained face up and kissed her on her forehead. “Laura, you do what makes you happy no matter what. You should be with the person that makes you want to live, makes you feel good.”

  “My parents are going to be so angry.” She whispered. “I’m scared.”

  “You could always blame me. Hell, go ahead, I don’t really care.” He took three steps toward the door, that huge smile still on his face “. Tell them that I called it off.”

  “Where are you going?” She called after him.

  “To take my own advice!” Matt yelled back. “Paul! Paul, book a flight. I need to get back to America!”

  Matt got to the hotel too late to see Rachel at the bar. Too keyed up to wait he had Paul bribe a bellhop to give him an address. He knew that the paparazzi were already waiting tocatch him; the news that he had ‘jilted’ Laura had gone viral almost before his plane hadtaxied out of Heathrow. He didn’t care about the cameras but he wasn’t sure who Rachel would feel about them, or about the lie he had told her. The lie he intended to correct immediately.

  He put on a dark coat and scarf, hid his head under a hat and went down the guests tunnel to where a cab sat. Jumping in he gave her address and sat impatiently looking out at the cityscape until they arrived in front of her apartment.

  He knocked on the door and a tall man with sandy hair and a pair of far too loose cargo pants opened the door with a “Yeah?”

  He had never asked if she were married or dating, he realized as he stared at the other man. Before he could think of anything to say Rachel appeared behind the man, her face paling in shock as she said, “You!”

  “Yes, me.” He tried to smile but the fact that there was another man there put a damper on his hopes.

  Rachel looked at Kyle, at then at Matt. She slammed the door shut. He blinked and backed up and then the door banged back open. “You lied to me!”

  “Yes, and I’m sorry.”

  “That’s all? You’re sorry?”

  “Would you like to go get a drink and talk?”

  Rachel bit her bottom lip, unsure of what to do. Seeing Matt again reminded her of the incredible, almost magnetic pull that he had on her, and as much as she wanted to stay strong she felt herself giving in.

  “Give me a minute to grab my coat.”

  Walking to the closet she felt her heart racing in her chest. What explanation could he possibly have that would make it all okay? She was eager to find out. Pulling on her coat and scarf, she rushed back to the front entrance. Matt opened the door for her and stood to one side. When she stepped out he put his hand on the small of her back and her entire body tingled.

  The weather was chilly but not yet the bone crushing cold that January and February often brought to the city. The wind boomed off the rooftops on Broadway but the throngs of people around them buffered them from the gusts. They stepped down a small side street, their footsteps clattering on the sidewalks. Windows showed amber light and the tantalizing smell of garlic wafted form a restaurant doorway.

  Matt finally broke the silence. “I should introduce myself.”

  “I know who you are. June Whiles told me at the bar the next evening.”

  “I’m sorry that you had to find out the way you did,” he stopped walking and turned to face her, putting his arm out to halt her. “I honestly didn’t think I would see you again. I had no idea of how much I would want to, and need to.”

  “You know that guy back there in my apartment? He left me right before our wedding; you have no idea how much that hurt. You are engaged so what that says to me is that you either don’t care about her and are going to walk out on your wedding, which makes you incredibly heartless and I don’t want… ”

  “I’m not engaged anymore. That was never anything more than a business agreement between families. With you…with you Rachel, there’s more. I feel more.”

  She stood there stunned. The meaning of his words filtered through and her heart gave a little flutter. The brisk wind ran against her cheeks and she shivered, he saw the movement and stepped forward, reaching his arms around her and drawing her close to shelter her from the wind. The heat of his body was irresistible and she slumped into him, smelling the expensive cologne on his neck. His chest was hard and his hands were steady as he held her.

  She lifted her face and he kissed her, a soft little kiss that turned hard and demanding almost immediately. Her pussy ached with need and she had to fight for breath. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp as he bit her ear, then her neck.

  “You feel the same,” he panted and a wave of desire slammed into her.

  “I don’t know.” She could barely squeeze the words out, her body on fire.

  He leaned backward, only the gleam of his teeth and eyes readily discernible in the darkness. “You belong to me. Say it.”

  “I belong to you,” she parroted. The words made her nipples tighten painfully.

  He undid the buttons on her coat slowly, not wanting to destroy another one. He opened her blouse and pulled her breasts free from her bra, she wriggled against the wall, moaning from a mixture of cold and passion. His tongue licked at her nipples and then he sucked them into his mouth, pulling hard on the tight buds as she braced her hands on the wall and tried not to fall down.

  Matt pulled her skirt up and turned her around. She wore a set of scarlet boy shorts, the hem riding so high that he could see the lower halves of her firm ass cheeks. He pulled them down slightly, exposing her and the cold air hit her, making her painfully and acutely aware of how wet she was. The fingers of wind that ran over her were rude and painful, she gasped and shuddered as his fingers slid into her slick opening.

  Matt wanted to fuck her right there but he knew it would be impossible, the cold would not allow it. Regretfully he withdrew his fingers and turned her around. He waited until her eyes opened and then he slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices off of them. Her whimper rolled through the alley.

  “Take your panties off.” She did, without question. “Now we are going to hail a cab and go back to the hotel. You are going to keep your legs open the entire time, do you understand? You are going to walk with your thighs parted and sit that way as well.”

  She didn’t understand the reasoning but once she began to walk s
he did. Keeping her legs apart forced her to think about her pussy. The cold wind ran up under her skirt and the feel of her skirt’s material against her outer thighs was heightened. The fact of her pussy was brought home, she could feel it, feel its heat and its wetness and its shape in a way she never had before.

  Once at the hotel he took her up the tunnel to avoid the reporters who were lying in wait near the entrance, hoping for a glimpse of him. He didn’t want anything to distract the two of them from that moment, tomorrow would come soon enough and they would have to deal with the media but tonight was theirs.

  For the first time in her life Rachel actually stood still and appreciated the beauty of the Adams. It was almost impossible not to, the large penthouse demanded attention and appreciation with its massive floor to ceiling windows that took up one entire wall, deep leather furniture, stained glass skylights and gorgeous framed paintings. She felt apprehension start in her belly, how could he love her, want her? He was a Prince and she was …

  Before she could let those thoughts ruin the moment he took her hand and pulled her tothe windows. The entire skyline of the city spread out before them and she gasped at thesight. “Noone can see us up here; even helicopters aren’t allowed to fly this close.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you. I want you to take your clothes off and kneel on the floor for me.”

  The request was odd but she didn’t think about it. If he wanted her to kneel she would.

  She stripped hastily, wanting to be naked in front of him, and knelt on the floor. Her knees sank into the carpet and her arms lay relaxed at her sides.

  Matt took off his clothes. At the sight of his hard body she lost her breath. His cock stood hard and rigid from the nest of dark curls and his hand came down to it, lightly stroking the shaft of it while he watched her face. “Come here.”

  She started to get up but he said, “No, stay on your knees.”

  The words inflamed her. She knew she should be ashamed but she wasn’t. She wanted it, she wanted him. She crawled, hitching forward on her knees, ignoring the slight pain of the carpet rubbing against her kneecaps and shins. His fingers stroked her face as she looked up at him. A single creamy drop of pre-come beaded on the helmet of his cock, she stared at it, mesmerized. He rubbed it into his skin, lubricating it. She opened her mouth eagerly and he moved forward, just a bare inch. His cock touched her lips and rested there, she put her tongue out, licking at that swollen flesh. She savored the slightly salty and oily taste of him and her tongue moved lower, licking the sensitive spot right below that shiny cap, just where it met the shaft. She twirled it around, lavishing attention on the heavy ridge of vein, it pulsed under her tongue and when she moved back up, opened her mouth and swallowed him down her throat he gripped her head, holding her captive and thrusting his hips into her face with powerful movements that left her gasping for air and smiling all at once.

  She pulled back, her tongue dancing down the belly of his stiffened prick to his balls. She took them into her mouth, licking at them and suckling as well, enjoying the way he uttered curse words between his teeth as she did so. She could feel the heavy weight of his balls tightening; he would come if she didn’t stop soon.

  He pushed her away and hauled her to her feet. She didn’t have time to think, he bent her over the arm of the sofa and ran his hands over the curbed out halves of her ass, enjoying the feeling of them in his hands.

  His tongue licked along the seam of her pussy then downward, along the puckered crease of her ass. Rachel’s eyes flew open, nobody had ever done that and she wriggled against the couch in a mixture of shame and excitement. His fingers slipped down to her clit and he circled it, she cried out and he responded with a tiny and light slap to her ass cheeks.

  She giggled madly, hysterically, as his fingers circled her clit and his hands slapped her ass over and over again. In between his tongue licked at the pucker of her asshole. Too many sensations at once overwhelmed her and she exploded in orgasm, crying out, her legs jerking and kicking as the slippery juices poured from her pussy.

  Matt wasn’t finished. He rubbed the slick fluid into the tight ring of muscle, opening her ass with a finger and her own juices. She cried out, her pussy spilling even more fluid out as he slid his fingers deeply inside her and then used the oil to wet her ass. He blew hot breath onto the wetness, making her weep with pleasure. The nerves in her thighs and calves jerked and leapt as he repeated the process over and over until he was satisfied with his handiwork.

  Her ass had loosened under the pressure of his fingers. He used two of them to thrust in and out of her, enveloping her in sensation she had never felt before a strange liquid like heat. His cock nudged at the lips of her pussy and she gasped as he entered her slowly and steadily while his fingers kept pumping away in her ass.

  Matt had to grit his teeth tightly together to keep himself under control as he thrust into her heated tightness. The scent of her arousal marked the air and he knew she was going to come again by the way she tightened up around him. He didn’t want to deny her that and he was close himself. He thrust harder, her ass jiggled and bounced, giving him clear glimpses of her pink pussy stretched around his cock. Entranced by the sight he removed his fingers from her ass and watched his dick glide in and out of her.

  Rachel began to beg, “May I come? Oh please, please I need to come so badly!”

  “You remembered to ask. Good girl. Yes, baby, you may come.” The words came out on a hard exhale and she felt his powerful orgasm inside her even as she came. The hard throbbing of his cock was accompanied by the warm slipperiness of his seed running into her pussy and then down her inner thighs. She went limp, her face burying itself into the pillows of the sofa.

  He withdrew and lifted her gently, leading her to the bedroom he laid her down and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth. He cleaned her and then lay down beside her. “We have a lot to talk about.”

  “I know. I mean, it’s nice, that you want to be with me but I know it’s not possible.

  You’re a prince and your wife would have to be a virgin, which I am not… ”

  “Oh if you were I would have fixed that.” Matt laughed “And honestly, I don’t care about being a prince. I care about being here with you. I could always abdicate, I have three brothers.”

  “You wouldn’t!”

  “I wouldn’t what? Give up something I was born to for something I found that is far more precious? Would you care to bet on that?”

  “What would you like to bet?” she asked breathlessly.

  “The rest of your life.”

  “Deal,” Rachel said and kissed him.

  It was morning and Rachel stood at the windows looking down. All along the street news vans stood packed cheek and jowl. The cops kept waving them away and they wouldcircle the block then jockey for a spot back at the curb that fronted the hotel.

  The breakfast they had ordered sat on the white linen covered table, untouched. Matt was still in the shower and she was too nervous to eat. Terror clutched at her heart, how could she face that mob?

  Her cell rang and she groaned, it was her mother on the line. She started not to answer it but picked it up on the third ring instead. “Hello?”

  “Hello sweetie. Listen I know you have an early shift at the bar today, I just want to warn you about the cameras everywhere. They are stopping all of us as we try to come to work to try to ask questions. It made me late this morning!”

  Her mother took pride in the fact that she had never been late or missed a day of work, guilt tugged at Rachel. “I’m sorry Mom.’

  “For what?”

  “Uh, what time do you and Dad get off today?”

  “At five, why?”

  “Uh… listen. Mom, I’m up here in the penthouse.”

  “Why would you be up there?”

  She swallowed hard. “I’m with Matt. Mathew Winston.”

  Silence then, “The prince? You are with…why? Did he n
eed a bar tender for a party?”

  “No, I’m with him Mom. Like with him.”

  “You are with him? Oh dear… oh my” R… achel cut in hastily, “Mom listen, Kyle was at my apartment last night when Matt came to pick me up I don’t know if he recognized him or not but if he did that is why there are so many news crews and if he told them that he already told them my name too. And he may have told them you work here.”

  “I never did like him much.”

  The statement, delivered in a flat tone, made Rachel’s mood lift a little. “I should have listened to you on that one. I am sorry.”

  “I have to get back to work, I’ll call you later.” The phone clicked off and Rachel set hers down on the table.

  The shower ran on and Rachel got a nasty idea. She went to the bathroom and stripped, opened the door to the shower and got in. Matt turned around and smiled at the sight of her, her hair hung in long damp curls around her gorgeous face, her pale skin glowed with theheat and tiny beads of water rolled off of her breasts.