Chapter 6
Jessica pulled her dress up over her head while Victor removed her panties.
She felt Victor guide her legs so that they were spread, while she stood.
He placed his hands on her ass cheeks again. Then, she felt his mouth kiss her pussy. His full lips were hot and wet against her already warm, aroused lower lips.
His tongue slid against her clit, stroking it lightly.
She felt a wave of excitement jolt through her, and it was almost difficult to stay standing.
Victor’s tongue moved slowly and rhythmically against her clit, sending building shockwaves of pleasure through her.
As he licked and kissed her, she found herself becoming more and more excited. Her pussy needed his hardness, and she could barely remain on her feet.
Just when she wasn’t sure how much more excitement she could stand, Victor stood and lifted her up. He placed her on the bed, and then shimmied out of his own pants. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt.
Jessica writhed on the bed, so turned on that she couldn't stay still. The sight of Victor’s nearly naked body made her more eager to feel him inside of her. His muscles bulged as he moved his hands to his briefs and lowered them. His massive erection sprang free, and it was just as big as she remembered it from the night before.
He rolled a condom over himself and then she saw him reach his hand towards the chocolate desert. He scooped some onto his finger and then crawled onto the bed. Jessica felt weak with desire.
She moaned as Victor smeared the chocolate over each of her nipples. He moved on top of her, and then began licking the chocolate off of her.
“Mmm…” he said, lowering one hand so that it was placed between her legs. She was so wet that his hand glided smoothly over her opening, lighting a fire within her.
He licked her nipples clean and then grinned up at her hungrily. “It does taste better in the bedroom,” he said.
She felt wild with need for him. He was driving her crazy with his touches, and she longed for penetration. He moved so that his lips could touch hers, and as he kissed her she tasted chocolate on his lips and tongue.
And Victor was one hundred percent right.
The desert did taste better in bed, as if the chocolate itself had become magically sweeter.
Jessica felt weak and overwhelmed with pleasure. She could no longer control her desire for Victor, and her need for him became an aching hunger.
Surrendering to the intensity of all that she was experiencing, she allowed the need to build up inside of her to a level that she’d never experienced before. Victor continued touching her all over her body. His hands rubbed her breasts, which were wet and aroused from his kisses.
He pinched her nipples, bringing a sweet, sharp pain.
With one hand, he fingered her, stroking her clit. Jessica began to enjoy the agonizing pleasure that had mounted inside of her.
She released the need to control it. When Victor finally moved over her and thrust his dick into her pussy, she cried out with relief. He seemed to know the state that he’d created inside of her and enjoyed the relief of penetration as much as she did. He groaned loudly and then grunted as he thrust deeply into her.
Jessica clutched the covers as Victor's powerful thrusts rocked her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and lifted her hips to keep time with him.
The whole bed rocked as he fucked her, and soon Jessica was screaming with ecstasy as she came.
Victor climaxed along with her. When he relaxed next to her, she listened as his breathing evened out. She caught her own breath and then turned into him, nuzzling her cheek against his strong, broad chest.
The feelings that were stirring deep within her went beyond the initial attraction that she had felt at St. Peter’s Basilica and Cathedral. I thought that was a deep feeling, she thought in awe. But it only continues to get deeper.
Victor stroked her hair lovingly and wrapped his arms around her. I never want him to let go, Jessica thought as she enjoyed his touches.
He spoke softly, his voice mingling with the music that still played over the speakers. “My family wants to meet you, Jessica,” he said.
She lifted her chin so that she could look up at him. He returned her glance, his eyes filled with love. “Do you want to meet them?” he asked.
Jessica felt a nervous knot build inside of her stomach.
“The awards show wasn’t easy for me,” she said. “I’m not used to this much… glamour. Wealth. Beauty.” She looked around the room. “My life has been beautiful, in its own way. But nothing like this.”
“Do you like it?” Victor asked.
Jessica thought for a moment. “It feels different,” she said. “But I keep on waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“What does that mean… the other shoe?” asked Victor. He said the words slowly, trying to figure out their meaning.
Jessica helped him. “It’s an expression we say here. It means… that when good things keep on happening, you have to be ready for things to balance out. You know, like the negative side of things.”
“So you think meeting my family is going to be—the other shoe...dropping?”
Jessica laughed at how confused he sounded. She placed her hand on his chest and stroked it lightly. “It just means that I’m not used to having things go easily for me. When things are too good, I get nervous.”
“I don’t want you to be nervous,” Victor said, tightening his grip around her.
Jessica continued to trace her fingertips along his chest. “I don’t want to be either,” she said. “But it’s kind of engrained in me. I don’t know what your childhood was like, but mine wasn’t exactly smooth sailing.”
Victor’s chest rose and fell as he listened patiently.
“I grew up with a mom who was into drugs and a father who was in and out of jail,” she said. “Not exactly the picture-perfect household. We were poor, Victor. I mean really poor. When I think back on it, I don’t know how we survived. Now, I work full time, and can still barely afford rent and food in LA —and I’m just feeding me, not a family of six like my parents were.”
She sighed. “So this is all so—it just feels too good to be true.”
“Too good,” Victor said, clearly trying to understand. “I don’t understand how something can be ‘too good’. Jessica, you’re beautiful and talented. You deserve the best. You should expect the best.”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Jessica said, her emotions running so high she almost felt like she might cry.
Victor stroked her hair, soothing her. “I mean it,” he said. “I want you to come to my country. Meet my family. Please say yes.”
Jessica didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” she said. “I want to, Victor.”
As soon as she said it, his touches became lighter, and his breath slowed. When he spoke again, his voice sounded distant, and she could tell that he was drifting off to sleep.
“Good,” he said. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Jessica.”
Jessica stayed awake, hugging Victor as if he was a life raft that would carry her through the wild ride that was moving her along so rapidly.
She’d known, from the very beginning, that Victor was going to take her on the ride of her life. But she never could have guessed how exhilarating and terrifying the journey would be.
As she contemplated the last words he’d spoken before falling into sleep, she felt her anxiety build. What does he mean that he won’t let anyone hurt me? Does he think that his family is going to look down on me, or say hurtful things?
Why would he have to protect me? What will I come up against?
She realized that she’d just agreed to travel to Victor’s homeland, Denmark. Before London, she’d never been out of California, let alone the country. Now, she would be visiting her second foreign country that very month.
This crazy ride is picking up speed, she thought to herself. I need to hang on tight.
*****
The next morning, Jessica and Victor showered together and made love a second time. She felt refreshed and positive as they sat down to a feast of a breakfast on the very patio that they’d dined at the night before.
Jessica filled her plate with a chocolate croissant and fresh fruit salad. A servant brought her a latte, and she was amazed that Victor had thought to ask his staff to prepare her favorite drink.
She sipped it happily, but her good mood faded as Victor’s phone rang.
She recalled the anxiety that had filled her the night before, over meeting his family. Victor spoke in Danish rapidly, and Jessica tried to figure out whether his tone was angry or simply excited as she listened to the sentences bursting from his lips.
When he finally hung up, she waited for him to tell her what the call was about. But Victor attacked his food vigorously, clearly lost in thought about the conversation. From the way he was running his knife through the thick sausage, hacking it in two as if it had offended him, Jessica guessed that the tone had been one of anger.
Something wasn’t right.
Is this the other shoe? she wondered.
Pushing her plate away, she decided that she was done. Her appetite had suddenly vanished, though half of the food she’d picked out of the abundant display still filled the white porcelain plate.
Finally, she couldn’t contain her curiosity any more. She interrupted Victor as he sawed through another piece of sausage.
“Everything alright?” she asked.
He looked up, as if surprised that she was there.
“Oh! Yes,” he said. He sighed angrily, and then shook his head, negating his positive words. Everything was clearly not alright. “That was my brother.”
“Your older brother?” Jessica asked. She’d looked up Victor’s biography online, and learned that he was the youngest of the two Danish princes.
“Yes,” Victor grumbled, returning to his siege on his breakfast meat.
“And the conversation… didn’t go well?” Jessica asked. “Does this have something to do with me?”
She felt hurt, and her voice showed it.
Victor looked away from his plate and met her eye. “I don’t want you to worry about it,” he said.
“It does, doesn’t it?” guessed Jess. “What did he say? Why are you upset?”
“My brother and I are very different,” Victor said. “He’s the... good one, you could say. I’m the one who doesn’t do as he’s supposed to. The…” he searched for the word in English, while his fork hovered in the air. Finding it, he waved his fork, punctuating his words. “The rebel,” he said.
“You do what you want,” Jessica said, thinking of the way Victor behaved. He always seemed to have a spontaneous idea for how he wanted things to go. She could imagine that a political family might have trouble with that.
“I don’t stick to the program,” Victor said, his moody scowl turning into a proud grin. “I do my own thing. They’ve never liked it that I bought a house in LA, for example,” Victor said. “They can’t understand why I love this city so much. My father and brother think it is dirty, and crude.”
“What do you think?” Jessica asked.
“I like the dirty parts,” he said, eyeing her meaningfully. “I like the rawness. The aliveness. The freedom. My father and brother will never understand it.”
Jessica bit her lip. If his father and brother disliked Victor’s choice for a vacation home, surely they would have something to say about his choice of a girlfriend.
Am I his girlfriend? she wondered. He seems to want for me to be his girlfriend. Will I ever fit into that role? In some ways, this felt almost as ridiculous as the thought of trying to squeeze her curves into Candice's slim-cut dresses. Impossible.
Yet at the same time, she felt as though she was strapped into a rollercoaster, unable to get off.
The conflicting energies clashed inside of her.
She searched for a way to find resolution to the discomfort inside of her.
“Maybe when your brother meets me, he’ll change his mind about Americans and California. Maybe he’ll like me.”
“I’m sure he would,” said Victor, “if he was able to keep an open mind about it at all. Instead, he’s back to cramming Chelsea down my throat.”
The mention of a second woman made Jessica’s veins turn to ice. “Chelsea?” she asked. The name rang a bell, and she recalled that one of the ex-girlfriends she had seen posing in pictures with Prince Victor, online, had been captioned with that name. “Who's that?” she asked, trying to sound as if she had no prior knowledge.
“A woman I used to see,” Victor said casually.
Jessica felt the ice in her veins pulse with jealousy. “For how long?” she asked, suddenly feeling like her mere week with Victor was nothing, in the larger scheme of things. Here she was, thinking that she was his girlfriend. For all I know, she thought, he has a serious girlfriend back in Denmark.
But then why would he be here, with me?
“For a few years,” Victor said, as if it was nothing. “We were… a crowd favorite, you could say. The public liked us, and therefore, my family liked her. My family has many political duties, so staying in a positive light to the public eye has always been of utmost importance”
“And Chelsea—what was so wonderful about her?” Jessica asked, attempting but not succeeding in keeping the bitterness from her tone.
“Oh,” Victor said. “You know, she was a Danish girl, went to school at Oxford, comes from a high society family. Now she’s a humanitarian, working to lower infant mortality rates for the poorer demographics. You can imagine how much people like that.”
Jessica swallowed. “So basically, she's a saint.”
Victor laughed. “No,” he said. “You’re a saint. You’re an angel. Don’t go comparing yourself to Chelsea.”
“How can I not?” Jessica asked, removing her napkin from her lap and tossing it onto her half-filled plate to indicate that she was done with breakfast. “You just went on and on about her, and how perfect she is!” Her voice raised up into almost a yell, and she felt her heart beating fast.
She is everything I’m not, and never could be, no matter how hard I tried, she thought. She stood up and folded her arms across her chest. Spinning on her heel, she stalked towards the expansive, olympic sized pool that lay just beyond the patio seating.
“Baby,” Victor said, approaching her from behind. His voice was soothing. “It doesn’t matter to me that my family wants me to be with Chelsea. I’ve never felt this with Chelsea. Do you understand? I never felt… what I feel with you.”
He circled his arms around her, wrapping her angry stance, which was full of sharp angles, in his warm embrace. Jessica felt her contracted muscles soften as he encouraged her to release her anger.
“None of that matters,” he said softly. “Forget that I brought it up. My brother called, and he upset me. I shouldn’t let him do that. I know better. It’s you and me baby. That’s what I care about.”
“You do?” Jessica asked softly.
“Yes,” Victor said. “More than I can put into words. More than I understand. I can’t figure it out. But you do something to me, Jessica Lewis.”
“I do a few different things to you,” Jessica said coyly.
“You do all the right things to me,” Victor said, pressing into her.
Jessica felt his arousal, and played upon it. “And you do all the right things to me,” she said, arching her back so that her ass pressed into his crotch.
“I want to do things to you right now,” Victor whispered in her ear. She felt his hardness press against her ass.
She stepped away from him, and reached for his hand. Across from the pool, a poolside cabana stood empty in the mid-morning sun. A sprawling white bed in the shade of the cabana looked like the perfect place to ease the tension that she’d felt as breakfast ended.
She saw that the cabana was lined with delicate bamboo shades, which would give them adequate privacy once they were inside.
Victor followed her lead, and together they entered the shaded area. Victor lowered the shades one by one as Jessica climbed up onto the bed.
While Victor had his back turned, so that he could ensure that the shades reached the ground, Jessica pulled the dress she’d been wearing up over her shoulders. She’d packed her sexiest bra and panties, which she’d bought just for Victor’s visit, in her purse the night before, and had put them on under her sundress while he wasn’t looking after their shower.
The bra was see-through and had black satin bows over her nipples.The g-string thong was strappy, and had small diamond-like rhinestones along the triangle of material that covered her pussy. A black, satin bow was situated on her back side.
As Victor turned away from the screens, so that he was facing her, she saw a look of delight pass over his face. She was kneeling on the bed and she watched him as he took in the sight of her. She placed her finger to her lips, and sucked on it for a moment, licking the tip and then dragging her finger along her lower lip as she watched him.
“Do you like?” she asked, moving her finger over her body. She traced it down over her cleavage, and let it linger there.
Victor walked around the bed slowly, taking in all angles of her outfit and figure.
“‘Like’ would be an understatement,” he said as he completed his circle around the bed and reached his original position. He was wearing faded khakis that hung low around his hips, and a soft white t shirt. Jessica saw, from the tent inside of his khakis, that her appearance turned him on.
“I don’t just like it, Jess,” Victor said, climbing up onto the bed so that he was on his knees in front of her. “I love it.”
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.
She felt a sense of bliss return to her, pushing away all nervousness about meeting his family. Whatever happens, she thought as Victor kissed her, We can handle it, together.
Victor pulled away and began looking over her body.
He used his hands to explore the bows on her nipples and the thin, transparent fabric of her bra. His strong fingers ran along the hem of the bra, and then to the tender skin on the tops of her breast.
His touch was delightful, but even more than that, Jessica enjoyed the feeling of his eyes on her. He was looking at her hungrily. His look was filled with desire, and she felt happy that she was able to draw forth so much lust from within him.
“You look like a sexy package,” Victor said.
Jessica placed her hands on her thighs and leaned forward so that her breasts were pressed together. She watched Victor take in the sight of her deep cleavage. “Won’t you open me up?” she asked pouting her lips.
“I think I can do that,” Victor said.
His hands went to the base of his tee shirt and he pulled it up and over his head.
Jessica watched with as much enjoyment as Victor had displayed towards her as he revealed his rippling six pack and muscular pecs.
She watched the muscles of his biceps flex as he moved his hands to his pants and began pulling them down. Jessica saw him take a condom from his pocket, and place it on one of the white pillows at the top of the bed.
Then, he removed his pants and knelt facing her again in just his briefs.
“Where do you want me to start?” he asked.
Jessica moved her hand so that it was on his stiff, hard penis. She felt his hardness through his briefs, and he moaned. She cupped his balls playfully, and then released them. “Wherever you want,” she said lightly. “I’m all yours, Prince Victor.”
“Will you be my princess?” he asked, just as playfully. “My naughty, dirty, sexy princes?”
Jessica ran her hands over her breasts, and played with the bows between her fingers. “I’ll be what you want me to be, Prince Victor,” she said.
“Mmm...” Victor said, his hands joining hers on her breasts. She shivered as he rubbed his fingers over the bows, and then dipped his hands inside of her bra and found her nipples.
He rolled the tips of her nipples between her fingers, and Jess remembered what it had been like when he licked the chocolate off of her. She became wet with the memory of the pleasure she'd received the night before.
Victor’s hands wrapped around her back and he unclasped the bra. It fell away from her, revealing her pointed breasts. Victor licked each in turn, his tongue moving in circles around her stiff nipples.