Heartless Prince by Brook Wilder

Chapter 40

Leda

 

My hand slid down the front of his body and cupped him through his pants. Lucas swore under his breath. How did he walk around already hard as a rock all the time?

 

One day maybe I would ask him.

 

“Careful,” he said softly, his voice gruff. “You’re playing with fire.”

 

“That’s the idea,” I interrupted, standing on my tiptoes to brush my lips over his as I caressed him through the material of his pants. “Lucky for you, I like playing with fire.”

 

My hand gripped him. “And I’m not afraid of getting burned.”

 

I had never been one to seduce anyone before, but Lucas made me want to try. “Take off your shirt, Lucas.”

 

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he murmured, his lips tracing my jawline. God, I couldn’t think clearly when he sucked the skin there! “Let me show you what it’s like to be burned.”

 

“No,” I told him, gasping. “This is my turn.” I pushed back from him; my eyes set on his. “Are you afraid someone might see you naked?”

 

His grin was slow and deadly, those horribly sexy dimples re-emerging in the dying light. The fireworks exploding over our heads chased away some of the darkness, but not enough for anyone to see what we were doing.

 

My body was trembling and I couldn’t tell whether it was because of lust or excitement. I didn’t think I would ever know. I had no idea why Lucas asked me to come on the yacht. Tomorrow I might be handed off to someone else for all I knew.

 

But tonight? This was my night with him.

 

“You want to see me naked, Princess?” he asked softly, his voice a deep timbre.

 

All I could do was nod, rooted on the spot and hoping that he wasn’t going to deny me this.

 

Lucas grasped the edge of his coat and pulled it off, removing the gun from the waistband of his pants and placing them both on the cushioned seat nearby. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and my breath grew quicker with each button that popped loose, with every moment he revealed more of the tanned, muscular skin underneath.

 

I could hardly hear the exploding fireworks as his shirt joined his coat a moment later. The wind ruffled his hair, and the red glare of each new explosion in the sky cast accentuated the hard lines of his body.

 

My feet moved of their own volition, and soon I was touching his broad shoulders, my fingers drifting over the scars on his shoulder. I wanted to know everything about him, where his scars came from and who had done this to him.

 

I wanted to ease that pain, to show him that there was softness in his world, and that softness, that light could be me.

 

Was I really thinking about him in that manner? I should be running away, but all I wanted to do was to run toward him.

 

To embrace his darkness.

 

When I slid down the front of his chest, kissing his chiseled abs, he hissed. He knew exactly where I was going. Looking up at him, I saw his jaw clenched. He slowly losing control.

 

“Please?” I asked softly, wanting his approval first. I didn’t know why that was so important to me, but it was. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable with my touch.

 

The nod of his head was barely noticeable in the darkness, but it was all that I needed. I made my way down, planting kisses and trailing my fingers downward as I knelt in front of him.

 

“You know,” I started as I worked at the buckle of his pants and slid open the zipper. “I saw you that night.”

 

“What night?”

 

“The night we first met,” I said. The scent of his manhood was filling my nostrils. “I thought you were gorgeous.”

 

His hand found my chin and he nudged it up, so I had to look at him.

 

“And you,” he said, his voice barely heard over the boom-boom-boom of the fireworks. “You took my breath away.”

 

Thank God I was already on my knees, or else I would have wobbled a bit.

 

My eyes bore into his. “Stop distracting me.”

 

His lips teased into a rare grin and his fingers released my chin, letting me go back to my business. His cock sprang forth, warm and heavy in the darkening air. A drop of pearl hung at the tip and I licked my lips before I licked away the salty drop. His groan of approval spurred me on. But I held myself back, content to tease in small swirling circles with my tongue, savoring his taste as I greedily lapped at the throbbing head.

 

I didn’t know why I liked tasting him. Maybe it was because it made him vulnerable and put him in a position where I held most of the power.

 

Or maybe I just liked it.

 

I grasped him lightly and he breathed out audibly, his cock twitching slightly at my touch. I believed that I made him this way, that he liked me doing this, and that he would never admit to it.

 

I took my time around the bulging head before I slowly took his length into my mouth. I looked up at him, daring him to set the pace. His hand went into my hair and excitement ran down my spine, but he didn’t take over.

 

I was in control.

 

He let me guide myself the way I saw fit over his cock. It was a measure of trust, one that weakened my resolve and left my panties soaked at the same time. I wanted him so badly, but I wasn’t going to stop until Lucas lost all control with me.

 

My tongue continued to swirl around his cock, even as I bobbed my head along its length. Salt and musk mixed in my mouth and I felt his hand ball into a fist in my hair.

 

“Leda,” he growled as I worked him. “You’re going to make me explode.”

 

“That’s the idea.” I breathed along his length and returned to my work. His cock grew harder in my mouth, and my pace quickened with anticipation. He was close, I could feel it. I slapped his hand away, pinning them at his side as I swallowed his length. He was trembling. My throat and tongue and lips continued to tease him, to push him further and further until the point of no return.

 

“Leda,” he gasped. “I—”

 

His voice cut out as his essence filled my mouth, overwhelming me with his taste. I swallowed him—one thick ropey spurt after another—until he clung to my shoulder for support. And only then, did I slowly pull back, gave his head another swirl of the tongue, and met his gaze.

 

There was a look on his face that I couldn’t decipher, but when he helped me to my feet, it was clear that he wasn’t done.

 

“My turn.” He said as he lifted me into his arms.

 

I squealed in sudden laughter before his lips covered mine, and soon he was pressing me into the cushions.

 

Would he rip this shirt? A part of me wanted him to, but another part wanted him to ignore it and put his face between my legs.

 

Hard hands snaked their way under the shirt and suddenly I felt the cool evening breeze against my nipples. In a split second, the coolness was replaced with his mouth, hot and hungry, as it closed around the right nipple. His other hand found my left breast and squeezed. My body arched instinctively at the touch.

 

He suckled with equal parts intensity and equal parts softness. His tongue rasped over the delicate flesh. Warmth and desire pooled between my legs, radiated from the nipple between his lips, and collected deep inside my core.

 

When he pulled away, I almost begged him to come back. But before I could’ve uttered a word of protest, his mouth closed around the other nipple. The air around us grew heavy and sticky, and a drop of sweat ran down my body as Lucas kissed his way down. His tongue swirled around my bellybutton and finally, he knelt down between my legs.

 

“Look at me Leda.” He breathed against my quivering sex. “I want you to look at me as I taste you.”

 

I hadn’t realized my eyes were closed until then. When I opened them, I was greeted with the most beautiful sight. Lucas Valentino, his face between my legs. Rough fingers made their way down my body until they hooked my thighs. Then, with an expert pull, my pussy was pressed against his hot and ready mouth.

 

My legs squeezed together instinctively and I felt the stubble of his chin against the soft skin of my thighs.

 

Oh.

 

He pushed my legs apart to give himself better access, his tongue lapping at the juices leaking from my slit, refusing to let even a single drop go to waste. A finger slipped inside and I felt myself squeeze out of instinct. My body shuddered and my breath quickened, torn between pulling away from the delicious torture and hanging on for dear life.

 

Oh.

 

I felt like I was flying, soaring above the water to the stars, and Lucas was the one who was taking me there. His touch and his tongue were setting me alight, bringing me higher and higher. My body felt like a string pulled to its very limits.

 

And when he pressed his tongue against my swollen clit, the string snapped.

 

The orgasm came slowly at first, just small eddies of pleasure as it swept through my entire body. My mind spun as my body rose off the cushion. I would scream, but I struggled to breathe. It was as if I lost control of all aspects of my body as I came against his mouth. For a brief moment, I blacked out from the pleasure, and when I opened my eyes again, Lucas stood before me, his cock swollen with need.

 

There’s no way he could be ready that quickly again.

 

“Lucas,” I whispered.

 

He silenced me with a kiss that stole the air from my lungs and swallowed my moans. I tasted myself on his lips as his tongue pushed into my mouth the same time his cock pushed into my pussy.

 

I hadn’t realized just how much I wanted him inside, how much I needed him inside until he was already there. My hands clawed at his bare back when he grabbed my legs and pulled himself even deeper.

 

“Oh Lucas!” I shouted in wanton lust. “Yes!”

 

His hands moved up and for a moment, my mind begged him to squeeze my breasts. But instead, he found my shoulders and pinned me deeper into the cushions. His cock touched me in a spot that I didn’t think it could touch as he drilled deep inside of me.

 

I squeezed around him again, my entire body shuddering as I sobbed his name.

 

Please. I begged him through tears of pleasure. Please. Take me. Use me. Make me yours.

 

“Leda,” Lucas groaned. I knew what was coming. I pulled him down into a kiss, wrapping my legs around him so he could not back away, and squeezed as he filled me with his seed.