Playboy Princes (Royals of Arbon Academy, #2)(39)

"Nope," he grunted, "that's too much torture."

He gripped my arms and tugged me up the bed, flipping me over onto my back and settling between my thighs again. This time, though, there were no clothes to get in the way.

"Violet," he breathed, meeting my eyes with such intensity it hurt my fucking soul. "Fuck, I need you."

I hitched my hips, gasping as his tip found my entrance, but he didn't push forward.

"Jordy," I protested, running my hands down his abs, then grasping his waist. "Don't be a tease."

He hesitated a moment before replying. "I was just thinking I don't have any condoms..."

I froze for a second, then relaxed again, remembering my involuntary IUD. "Uh, well, thanks to Alex's paranoia that I'll cheat on him, I'm safeguarded against pregnancy."

Jordan ran his tongue over his lower lip, looking crazy sexy and all kinds of hungry as he looked down at me. "It's academy policy to check for STDs every couple of months, too," he told me, "and I haven't been with anyone since the last test..."

"I have," I replied honestly, but Jordan already knew that. Then again, if the entire student body was getting tested pretty regularly, the risk of anyone having anything was low. “Up to you… but I’m pretty eager to continue.”

Clearly Jordan agreed with that opinion because a second later he was so deep inside me I was seeing stars. Holy fuck.

He paused for only a moment, his shoulder muscles all bunched and tense as my pussy clenched around him, but then he kissed me like I was the center of his fucking universe and it drove me wild.

My legs hooked around his waist, pulling him down while my hips bucked up, taking what I needed with primal ferocity as our tongues danced over one another. He caught up, then took control, thrusting into me hard enough that the headboard smacked the wall.

It made me laugh, which then dissolved into moans and gasps as he shifted his weight back, hooking his hands under my thighs and spreading me wider. The new angle saw the head of his cock hitting my G-spot, and I could sense another orgasm on the near horizon.

"Violet," Jordan panted, his eyes shiny with pure, undiluted lust. "Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock."

My heart raced, and I bit my lip. Who knew Jordy was a dirty talker? It was hot as fuck though, and I was nothing if not obliging. I snaked a hand down between us, finding my clit with practiced ease and rubbing it like I'd done a thousand times before. He watched me with those hungry, predatory eyes as I made myself come, my pussy tightening and pulsing around his dick and making his breathing spike almost as fast as my own.

"That was insanely hot," he moaned as I came back to Earth. He was still pumping into me, slowly, tortuously, and I knew we weren't done yet. "One more, baby."

He pulled out of me completely, and I protested at the loss. But he just laughed and flipped me over, pulling me up on shaking hands and knees before plunging back in from behind.

The sudden change of position while I was still shuddering through the aftershocks of my last orgasm did exactly what he intended. Before the room even stopped spinning, I crashed over the cliff into another crazy intense climax that made me howl and thrash on Jordan's cock.

He cursed, then grunted, grabbing onto my hips with bruising strength and slamming me down onto him as he found his own release with a satisfied roar.

We collapsed together, not even pulling apart. Sticky come coated my inner thighs and my whole body ached, but nothing could make me move from that spot. Fucking. Nothing.

I guess Jordan really was my Prince Charming, after all.





Chapter 16





“Wait, you said something earlier about dealing with Alex?” I asked a little later, trying to catch my breath. I was still a boneless mess but somehow found the strength to turn my head and meet Jordan’s intense, heated gaze.

“So I did,” he agreed, with a smug smile. “Before you distracted me.”

I gasped, faking indignation. “Me? Distract you?”

Jordan gave a small shrug with one of his smooth, bronze shoulders, then let his smug grin spread wider. “Yep,” he replied, dragging his gaze over my body, “you’re very, very distracting, Violet Rose.”

Groaning, I dragged the sheet up over my nakedness before we both got distracted again. “Tell me the plan. I’ve been fucking dreaming about putting Alex in his place, but beyond beating the shit out of him—”

“Which gets us nowhere,” Jordan commented, and I nodded.

“—I’ve got no better ideas.” I quirked a brow at him and sat up slightly, propping myself up with an elbow. “So tell me.”

“Okay, so you know how I’m kinda good with tech stuff?”

I rolled my eyes at his modesty, remembering all to clearly how he’d debugged my palm reader so I didn’t need to worry about my digital fingerprints being recorded. “Uh, yeah. Kinda. Sure.”

He flashed a quick smile, tucking an arm over his head to get comfortable. It took a whole shitload of willpower not to follow the movement of his muscles and drool all fucking over them.

“Right, so this plan is in its really early stages, but I wanted to tell you first,” he started, with a small grin.

I smiled back, trying really hard not to make it a lusty one. “’Cause you like me.” I was teasing, but he took me seriously. Reaching up, he snaked a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a long, lingering kiss.