Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance) (22 page)

The
next morning, they met for breakfast.

It
would be more accurate to say that Maria joined him in his private dining area.
This trait of hers was something that disgusted Kenrick. She would barge in
where she was clearly unwelcome. But the pity of it was she was a sex goddess
through and through, and he somehow wanted to be inside her panties still. So
he had no option but to suffer the insufferable.

"Hey
hunk," she greeted him.

He
gave her the royal ignore and focused on the bullseye on his plate.

"Ah,"
she giggled coquettishly.

"I
can see that the prince is upset with his damsel."

Kenrick
didn't bother to acknowledge either her remark or her presence.

"No
problem," she said, removing a silk scarf from her shoulder.

"We
can work around that."

That
was when he saw what she was wearing. A transparent, lacy top that was
see-through through and through. And there was no bra inside.

His
eyes popped out. Her two melons were pieces of perfection – more perfect than a
perfect circle. What lift, what heaving!

As
if to tease him further, she thrust them up in the front. The nipples were
large, pink, and poised for take-off. They were already hard, and he would need
all of his fingers to fondle and squeeze them. That would be the ultimate
pleasure.

His
look moved to her face.

There
was sex oozing out of that visage. Maria was not exactly beautiful; you would
not take her home to mama. But was she sexy? Oh God. You would take her to your
hotel room in a hurry.

His
name for her was apt – she was indeed a sex goddess. Her tiny, slightly
upturned nose, half-closed eyes and, good Lord, that pouting set of fleshy
lips. He was already imagining his massive cock going in there and her sucking
it like an ice cream bar.

Kenrick
did not remember much of the breakfast after that. He somehow waited for her to
finish eating; then he got up, held her hand, and dragged her through the
narrow corridor to his bedroom.

"Prince
Kenrick," Maria was giggling throughout.

"I
didn't even have my coffee!"

"Coffee
can wait," he snapped.

"My
cock can't."

"Nor
can my cunt, my dear prince," she whispered, happy with the all-round
alliteration.

He
sat on his lounger, placed her between his legs, and unzipped his trousers.

Something
large and enormously long fell out. It was his prized cock.

"Ooooh,"
gushed Maria.

"I've
been waiting for that all my–"

Kenrick
did not let her finish. He thrust his hot red sizzling tool into her mouth. It
felt warm. It felt secure. It felt like heaven. For a full ten seconds it
rested in the moist environs inside.
Could
her mouth be better than her pussy?
he wondered.

Then
she started her magic. Slowly, so slowly, she started moving her mouth, sucking
with a finesse he had never known before.

Her
way was special, unique. While her entire mouth was sucking his dick en masse,
simultaneously her long and luscious tongue was doing circles inside his
foreskin… Such a double whammy was being offered to him for the first time.

Kenrick
closed his eyes. Her hair was in his hand. And he was on cloud nine. Even with
his eyes closed, he reached with his other hand down to the treasure he had
seen earlier at the breakfast table.

His
fingers grazed her breasts, those two mounds of spherical scintillation. His
index finger was almost hurt by one of her taut nipples; he pressed it and
punctured it, it went soft, and yet in seconds, it bounced back to being hard
again. Then he pinched it ever so slightly, then harder, then quashed it
mercilessly, with Maria screaming for more.

He
held on for fifteen long minutes. It was not for nothing that he was called the
cock conqueror.
His cock conquered the
world, and he conquered his cock.
When he saw that Maria was getting tired
with the in-and-out motion in her mouth, he decided to come.

Now
was when he began his heavy-duty thrusts. Each was a thunderous push into her
pretty mouth, and she feared if the sides of her mouth would tear. But his dick
was the best thing she had ever had to eat, so she was not complaining. She was
wet like crazy; she feared the floor would show a stain once she got up.

He
thrust and thrust and thrust, till finally he exploded like a hydrogen bomb
inside her mouth. That itself lasted for upwards of fifteen seconds – a grand
orgasm to complement his grand cock – and with that she exploded too, in
simultaneous orgasm. It was a huge moment, those fifteen seconds, when two
bodies that were rocking in ecstasy together imploded into one another in a
deadly cloudburst of pleasure.

But
one orgasm was one too few for Maria. When Kenrick was slouching back after all
his hard work at attaining pleasure, and her mouth was full of cum, she got up
and ran to the loo.

Two
minutes later, she was back, her mouth clean and sparkling once again. He was
still lying back, breathing and heaving, regarding her with a look that was
pleasure and playfulness in one.

"Prince
Kenrick," came her hoarse voice.

Must
have been his dick that played the trick, he thought.

"I'm
not done yet."

And
with that, she tore at his designer shirt, sending many a button on a spiral
journey on the floor. In minutes he was stripped down to his silk underwear,
the elastic of which was concealing within its meager powers a large coiled
animal ready to sprint into action. She pulled his boxers down and there,
springing into perfect erection, was his cock, standing like a tower recently
renovated.

With
all the precision of an expert, she held it, stroked it, kissed it (he was on
the bed now, squirming with pleasure), and then
plop!
In a masterstroke, she mounted him – a swift action that took
perhaps just a second – and his tool was once again in a happy place.

"This
is erection perfection, my dear sweet prince," she complimented him.

"Now
it's in my second mouth, my Greek god!"

Kenrick
was too far gone to even respond. His eyes were closed and his hands were
kneading her ass, which was stationary till that point. With an almighty heave,
she flew into the air and punched right back. It was a thrust that covered the
entire length of his mile-long penis.

While
she was thrusting like a battle tank turned inside out, she lifted his hands
from behind her and attached them to her breasts in front of her. That drove
him into even more of a frenzy.

And
that was when he really understood how sexy her tits were. They were round,
they were large, they were soft, they were supple. And they were his.

He
began caressing them gently, with a tiny pinch on each nipple, and then as her
thrusts grew more vigorous, firm squeezing followed suit. In seconds he was
kneading them mightily, with all his strength, and she was shrieking in pain
and pleasure at the same time.

Such
combination of opposites was possible in sex alone, and both parties were
enjoying it to the hilt. When Maria had had enough of his ramrod inside, she
moved faster and faster – a sign to the other partner to hurry up, the orgasm
would be here soon. Quick to catch on, Kenrick increased the intensity of his
kneading of her breasts, and thrust followed knead followed thrust, and in
minutes both of them climaxed at the same instant.

That
was testimony to their terrific sex equation. When these two bodies made love,
it was for eternity.

*****

Recollection
of his encounter with Maria filled Kenrick's loins with fresh desire. But he
wanted to tread carefully this time. No more banging the first woman he saw. He
did it the last time and had yet to account for it. He would rather do it with
Addie now, no less.

So
he waited and waited and waited. No response.

Addie
could not be so callous, he knew. Maybe she was genuinely busy, what with her
exams on her head right now. Those exams had a habit of always arriving at the
wrong time.

Or was she playing that
favorite game of hers?
If she was, Kenrick would show her who was the true boss.

Thus,
swinging between this extreme and that, he spent three endless days. With no
news from her, he just shut himself in his chambers, and did not even bother
much with Pat. Sensing his mood, Pat took off on his own and stayed with a
cousin of his, promising to be back in a few days.
Suit yourself
, Kenrick thought.

Then,
on day four, a note landed on his desk. The pearly handwriting on the envelope
told him whom the sender was.

Now
it made sense to Addie – why the Gallery was deserted. It must have been
Kenrick who ensured it that way.

And
he'd actually been on time, too, she just hadn't realized it. She was
impressed.

Addie
turned around and climbed the steps back into the Gallery. Once in, she went
straight to the lounge, which had a series of private cubicles to one side. The
first of them was the nearest to her, and she walked towards it.

Outside
the cubicle door, she stopped. This was Addie's habit since childhood. Before
venturing into anything important, she would always take a pause, and rethink
her options. Was she doing the right thing? Was there something else she could
try instead? Would she regret this later?

In
this case, of course, she had no answers. She only knew one thing: She needed
to go in. What happened there was not in her control, nor would she attempt to
control it. For Addie, it was important that she go in to meet Kenrick at once,
if only to measure the extent of her stepbrother's passion.

She
knocked, again out of habit.

"Come
right in, Addie," the prince's baritone boomed in the empty halls.

She
stepped in. It was not at all like she had imagined. And it was hardly a
cubicle. It was a sprawling enclosed space, full with sofas and loungers
arranged against the wall. It was more a spot where people could gather for a
night out or a party.

On
one of the sofas at the far end was Kenrick.

For
a moment, she was intimidated. It was perhaps the setting. This large,
sprawling room with its colorful loungers. The emptiness of the place. And just
one man, waiting for her, so far away. And the knowledge that in that entire
complex, they were the only two people caused her stomach to churn. No one
could hear her scream.

But why would she
scream – unless it was for pleasure?

Addie
brushed the thought aside and took a step forward. Then another. And another.
She was gently, confidently, walking towards the prince who had, by now, stood
up. His hands were moving away from his body, rising, open as if to embrace her
the moment she reached him. The entire sequence was playing out like a slow
motion sequence in front of Addie.

She
reached him. And into his open arms she went.

Kenrick
hugged her – but it was not an embrace, there was still time for that. It was
the hug of friends; an affectionate union of two bodies minus the raging
passion that could lead to a tight, crushing embrace. It was not that – yet.

"Hey
Addie!" There was genuine warmth in his greeting.

"Hi
Kenrick!" she reciprocated with matching affection.

"Please
sit." Kenrick pointed to a spot next to where he was sitting a moment ago.

Addie
sat down with no hesitation. If this was how it would pan out, so be it.

"This
was a long time coming, right?" said Addie.

"What?"
Kenrick seemed to be spaced out.

"This
meeting."

"Oh,
yeah. I waited and waited and waited."

"I'm
sorry, Kenrick." Her apology was genuine, too.

"The
exams, I told you. I had to bring some order there, before I could venture out
on my escapades."

She
chose those words deliberately, and it looked like their effect was not lost on
Kenrick.

"I
understand," said he, though it hardly appeared that way.

"But
hey, here I am. As promised," Addie noted.

"Of
course, thank you. I almost gave up hope."

There
was an uneasy pause in the conversation.

"So,
what's keeping you these days?"

A
perfectly innocent statement, but how he would take it, Addie had no idea.

"Been
busy, you know, with one thing or the other."

He
moved ever so little towards her, just an inch. Addie, always alert to any
possibility, saw the move being made. She stayed put, however, wanting to see
where this would go…

"Your
friend… is he still with you?"

"Friend?
Oh yeah, Pat, yes he's with me… Very much with me."

"Is
he here, I mean, is he with you now?" Addie asked, concerned.

"Now?
Here? No… no way."

He
moved one more inch.

"No
way he'd be here with me right now."

"Oh.
But why is that? Why can't he be here with you?"

"Ah,
that… That's because…"

Another
inch closer.

"…
I planned it that way."

"You
did?"

She
knew that he was not conscious of what he was saying. His mind was on inching
closer to her.

"Yeah,
I mean… who needs him–"

In
a flash he grabbed Addie's face and pressed his lips tightly on hers. It
happened so fast, she could neither duck nor react. Then she realized, as she
was being kissed passionately: Where was the need to duck or react? If this was
to happen, so be it.

Kenrick's
kiss lasted a full minute. Or maybe more. As for Addie, she was not carried
away; she was fully aware and conscious, and she was enjoying her 'royal kiss'.

And
what a kisser he was. Her face was firmly in his hands, his fingers digging
deep into her cheeks. His face suddenly appeared in front of hers, and then she
felt his manly lips on hers once more… It was a simple, dry kiss, but it
lingered for long; pressing, releasing, then pressing again.

He
manipulated his lips some more and found the tiniest of openings between hers.
Through that he pushed his tongue gently and parted her lips; she had kept her
mouth closed all this while, as if resisting it all. The moment her mouth
opened, he held her closer still, her soft breasts brushing against his
iron-like chest, and his tongue explored her mouth.

It
was evident that he had been longing for this moment. His passion was
overflowing, and his grip on her was powerful. His kiss was wet and nearly an
orgasm in itself. She felt suffocated, and yet held on, respecting his
outpouring; but another minute later, she had to react. There was a gentle push
at his stomach with her elbow – her hands were not holding him yet – and he
took that as a hint.

Very
gently, he withdrew his tongue, and lifted his lips off hers (almost like
removing his penis, she thought), keeping his face at a safe distance from
hers. He was flushed, his red lips redder still as if he was bruised and
bloody, and his breathing was rushed. He had no idea what to say, or where to
keep his hands.

"I–
I'm sorry," he managed to say.

"This
was a long time coming, too…"

Addie
said nothing. She just let the moment play out on its own, and if it was going
to be awkward, so be it.

She
just sat there, wondering what next.