Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(59)

Then I close down with my teeth, nipping it. He yelps, and the footsteps draw closer. A panicked look on his face subsides as he slowly pushes a second finger into my body, and he starts to grin.

My legs snap closed around his hand, trapping him as I curl up. I turn sideways a little so he can work deeper inside me. I'm so wet, it must be soaking through the denim. As he fingers me, I rock my hips, riding his hand. Heat creeps up my neck and face, and Jason touches my nipple over my shirt.

"Pokies," he whispers.

I giggle when I realize what he means.

The policeman is still walking around out there. He starts our way again after my sound, and now I can't contain myself. I start breathing harder, trying to suck breaths in and out. Quickly, before they become whimpers or moans. I breathe in time with his fingers, and it only makes me hotter, furnace-hot, like a star in my belly. I grab a fistful of his shirt and bite down on it, staring him in the eyes as I bite the shirt so hard it should just rip off. I can't make a sound or we'll be caught.

"Whatever," the policeman says, loudly and angrily. "Freeze to death, I don't care."

Jason slows his rhythm as we listen. The footsteps grow fainter and fainter until they're gone, and then Jason pumps his fingers inside me fast and hard. I cry out, my ecstasy echoing across the field. I thrash in his lap, and he hugs me hard to hold me still as my legs take on a mind of their own, flailing. I hug him hard, and each panting breath is a whimper as my peak slowly subsides.

Jason gently draws his fingers out of my body and brings them up, and I watch, wide-eyed, as he licks them clean. Thoroughly.

I kiss him hard and turn around to face him. He's tucked his cock in his pants against his stomach, and I start grinding on him fiercely. I want him so bad. I want him inside me. I'll show him, I'll make him come too.

"Fuck," he groans, trying to push me away. "You're going to make me cream my jeans. Quit it."

I lock my arms around his neck in defiance of his halfhearted attempts to push me off.

"You could do it inside me," I growl in his ear. "Pull your jeans down and I'll mount you right now."

"Fuck," he croaks. "No."

"Then get up."

"What?"

I grin and wriggle loose from him. Now he tries to hold me against him, but I slip out of his arms and surge to my feet, though I almost fall on shaky legs.

Jason stands up, and I snap around to his side, yank his jeans down, and grab his throbbing cock. I stroke hard and fast, and he groans in my hand. His seed comes out in bursts, landing with wet slaps on the leaves. I jerk him dry, until he's almost pushing me off.

"Holy shit," he pants. "Fuck."

"I wanted to." I smirk at him.

There is a little bit of him on my hand. When he looks at me after tucking himself back in his pants, I lick the back of my hand clean, my eyes on him the entire time.

"You're a lot kinkier than I expected."

"What is a kinky?"

"I'll show you." He grins. "Come here."

He kisses me hard and plucks a leaf out of my hair.

I break from the kiss, stroking his chest as he holds me to him.

"If we keep doing this," I warn him, "you won't have any left for me when we do, ah, go all the way? This is the expression? Yes?"

"Baby, if we keep going like this, I'm going to be able to go all night when we finally get down. You make me so horny I can't think."

I turn beet-red.

He's so… so him. I rest my head on his chest and feel him all over, sliding my hands under his shirt to touch his soft skin and feel his muscles moving as he breathes. I pull him tight against me, trying to pull myself into him.

"We need to get back."

"I don't want to go back," I sigh heavily.

"There's tomorrow, you know."

"Yes, there is tomorrow."

Tomorrow is another day, isn't it?

"Come on, I'll walk you home. As far as I can, anyway."

I sigh again. "Okay."





Chapter Eleven





"Princess? There is a leaf in your hair."

I blink when Mavra tells me this as I step down to the kitchen for breakfast. I pluck it loose and sigh. I will have to wash it, and all that entails. At least I have my lighter class load today.

Yawning, I walk to the toaster and reach for some slices of bread. As usual, Mavra rushes to do even such a simple task for me, and I sigh and step back, allowing her to do it.

She smears both pieces of toast with pickled fish, and I sit down to eat them while the eggs poach. I never had a taste for eggs before I came here, but they are so ubiquitous I cannot resist them. Mavra toasts two more pieces of bread and serves my eggs on them as I finish up my fish toast.

No matter how I try, I cannot stop fingering my phone in my pocket. When will he text me? Should I text him? I can't do it in front of Mavra; she'll notice and say something, probably to Bjorn. Then she'll tell Mother and they'll strap me into an airplane and ship me home. Away from Jason.

I'm so caught up in him, just thinking about him makes me bounce up and down in my seat. I want to hear his stories and listen to his voice, and I want to give myself to him. When I try to sleep, all I can do is imagine all the ways he can take me, all the things he can do to me.