Chapter 2: Erik
Holy hell I was hard as a rock.
I gritted my teeth as I heard Carrie ride the pleasure wave, my cock straining against my pants uncomfortably, as it had since the moment she had walked off that plane and back into my arms. I had been happy as hell to see her, the last month torture for the both of us and I hadn’t been able to wait to get my hands on her.
But now she was shuddering under my touch, and there was no way I was going to let it stop there.
I had come prepared for this moment.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the condom I had stuffed there before leaving to get her, placing it in my mouth so I could rip it open without moving my fingers from her quivering body.
“You had a condom in your pocket?”
I grinned, hearing the question in her voice. “Of course. I haven’t seen you in a month.”
“You’re so crazy,” she sighed happily as I reluctantly removed my fingers to start working on my pants. After fighting with the button, I succeeded in getting them undone, letting them fall to the floor as I rolled on the condom and grabbed her hips. “This is going to be fast and furious,” I growled, pushing into her.
“We have time to make it up,” she gasped as I buried myself in her, pressing my forehead against her shoulders. “Oh, you feel.”
“So good?” I supplied as she shuddered around me. Damn, I was going to lose myself pretty quickly in her. I started to move as she gripped my shoulders, not caring that the door was rattled against the doorframe with every thrust.
She bit back a scream, and I felt the pressure start to build within me, my thrusts increasing in their intensity as I let go, the orgasm nearly buckling my knees. We stayed like that for a few moments, my blood roaring in my ears. I felt like I could go sleep for days now, with Carrie curled up beside me.
But there were people to see and work to be done.
Unfortunately.
With a groan, I pulled out of her. “Well,” she said as I pulled off the condom. “I’ve never had that happen before.”
I grinned. “You’ve never been with royalty before either.”
“You’re right,” she said softly, her voice dropping a notch. “I haven’t.”
I wanted to take her again, all over this palace until there wasn’t a square inch we hadn’t soiled. “Find a light, will you?”
I heard her fumbling to do so as I pulled up my pants, the used condom still in one of my hands. I couldn’t very well walk out with the damn thing in my hand. I had done my damndest to keep Carrie’s arrival a secret, but the walls of this palace had ears, and the heir to the throne walking around with a used condom in his hand was bound to make for front page news.
The room suddenly flared with light, and I laughed as I realized I had just had sex in one of the laundry storage rooms. Finding the nearby trash can, I tossed the condom before looking at Carrie, who had an amused smile on her face. “This is a first as well.”
“Me too,” I said, closing the distance between us and taking her face into my hands. “Have I told you yet how much I missed you?”
Her eyes softened as she leaned into my touch. “A few times.”
“Well I did,” I said, blowing out a breath as she fell into my arms. I had missed her, terribly, not realizing how much she had impacted my life in such a short amount of time. After I had arrived back in Maltan, I had dealt with my interfering uncle, successfully getting him out of the country with the help of my father.
Now he was overseeing a small estate in Ireland, much to his disapproval, but at least he wasn’t interfering in my life any longer.
And now Carrie was here. I couldn’t wait to show her off to my father, to get his approval on the woman that had dumbfounded me back in the states. “Come on,” I finally said, pressing a kiss in her hair before letting her go. “I want to show you your room.”
She grabbed my hand as I pulled open the door, glad to see that no one was waiting out in the hall for us to finish. That would have been very awkward, but not unusual. I was used to people not allowing me to have my personal space.
I led Carrie back down the hall and took a series of turns until I reached the private apartments for distinguished guests, not far from my own suite. “Wow,” she breathed as we passed the windows, the sun streaming in and onto the marble floor. “When you said you lived in a palace, I was thinking a mansion.”
“It’s been in the family for generations,” I explained, nodding to the guards that were stationed at various posts along the hall. While they were stationed here, my father had one rule and one rule only: No guards past the doors that marked our private suites. He had, as much as he could, attempted to keep some sort of normalcy for me growing up.
About as normal as you could get being the heir apparent to the kingdom. “This way.”
We made a turn past the doors, and I pushed open the first set to our right, stepping back so Carrie could enter first. “Welcome to your home away from home.”
“Oh my god,” she said as she stepped inside. “This is like twice as big as my apartment!”
“Wait until you see the bathroom,” I joked, finding myself fidgeting with my watch. I wanted her to be comfortable here, to not be intimidated by my title or my lifestyle.
Most of all I wanted her to still like me after she saw this side of the world. It was my biggest concern that this would be all overwhelming to her and once her time here was done, she would not come back.
“It’s gorgeous,” she stated, turning back to look at me. “Hey, you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, clearing my throat as I pushed that thought aside. “My suites are down the hall and through the next set of doors.”
She cocked her head to the side, a slight smile coming over her lovely face. “You won’t be staying here?”
I swallowed. “As much as I would love to do just that, my father, well, he demanded that you have your own set of rooms. He’s kind of old-fashioned.”
Carrie moved toward me, and I felt my cock twitch as she placed a hand on my chest, her lips grazing my cheek. “Too bad,” she sighed.
“Minx,” I laughed, grabbing her wrist as she tried to turn away. She grinned, and I kissed her quickly, stepping back before I got into trouble again. “Get dressed. Dinner is in an hour, and I want you to meet my father.”