After a bit of chit-chat and polite smiling at my father’s advisors, and after nearly having a heart attack because of how close they came to finding me with Declan, I melt away into the gardens, and make my way to the gazebo.

It’s not technically a gazebo, because its enclosed instead of open for some reason that I can never remember, but it’s gazebo shaped. I push the door open slowly, so it doesn’t make a sound, and close it behind myself.

“Dec—” I ask, but before I can even get his name out of my mouth he’s on me again, crushing his lips against mine, so hard I think I might bruise.

I groan, even though I try to bite back the noise, and Declan instantly reaches up my skirt and squeezes my ass in appreciation, hoisting my legs around his waist.

“You couldn’t wait either, could you?” he murmurs into my ear.

Already he’s tugging my tights down, slipping his hand inside.

“That’s not why—”

His fingers push underneath my lace panties, the wetness beneath betraying me.

“Liar,” he says, his voice a rough, needy whisper. “You want to know what happens when you lie to me, Princess?”

As he says it he strokes my clit lightly, his touch teasing, spreading my wetness all around. I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning, remembering the way I licked my own juices from his fingers last night.

I can’t believe I did that.

And I can’t believe I liked it.

“Do you fuck me in this gazebo?” I whisper, feeling impossibly brave.

He chuckles.

“Close,” he says, and takes his hand from my panties.

He holds it to my lips again, and this time, I know just what to do. I open my mouth greedily and he pushes them in as I suck, swirling my tongue around his thick fingers, lapping up every drop of my own salty-sweet juices.

With his other hand, he reaches down, unzips his pants. Automatically I reach for him, desire flooding through my body at the mere thought of his thick member in my fist one more time.

But instead, Declan takes his fingers out of my mouth and grabs my wrist.

“No,” he says, his smile and eyes absolutely wicked.

“I can’t touch?” I whisper. “Please?”

I’m pulsing with desire, heat flowing through my core like a river of lava because I need him again, need to feel him inside me, rubbing on exactly all the right places while I moan his name.

His hand locks in my hair, and I gasp, my head going back slightly. He kisses me one more time, this one even harder, rougher, needier.

“Not with your hands,” he whispers, and pushes me to my knees.

I go instantly, willingly, the wooden floor of the gazebo rough below my knees. The huge, rounded head of his cock is staring me in the face, and in the dim light I can just barely see a single shining drop of precum gathered at the tip.

I’ve never done this before, of course, and my stomach nearly explodes with butterflies.

What if I bite him? What if it doesn’t fit? What if I don’t do it right, and...

“Open up, Princess,” he murmurs, and I obey.

The moment I do, he pushes my open lips forward, onto the tip, and my mouth engulfs him as he fills me up, velvety and firm. Above me, Declan groans quietly, and I anchor my hands on his hips, sucking greedily on him.

After a moment, he pulls my head back by the hair, drawing my lips back over the head of his cock to the very tip, my tongue still exploring him. He pushes me back down, slowly this time, and I give in completely to his control.

I swirl my tongue around the tip of Declan’s cock, tasting his salty precum. I suck hard on him, take him into my mouth as far as I can, my tongue on the underside, and I listen to his groans as he pushes me harder and harder, his cock invading my mouth.

My eyes sting, and I can feel tears start to form as Declan’s hand tightens even in more in my hair, as he thrusts even further into my mouth, pushing at the opening to my throat.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I open my eyes, looking up as Declan thrusts his cock into my mouth again. Two tears make their way down my face, but I suck as hard as I can, tongue swirling.

I feel dirty right now, used, on my knees in front of this man, totally under his control. But I’m also incredibly wet right now, even more turned on than I was before, and every time he moves my head down his thick shaft, it just makes me wetter.

“Aurora,” he says, still looking at me, my lips slowly sliding down his shaft. “Relax.”

I blink at him, more tears running down my face, not understanding.

But then the tip of his cock nudges at the entrance of my throat, insistently. His hand tightens in my hair, and then I understand.

I force my throat to relax, and Declan groans quietly, puts his other hand on the wall in front of him.

“Relax, Aurora,” he whispers again. “God, it feels so good when you let me—”

Suddenly the head of his cock pops through, into my throat, and Declan grunts through his teeth.

“Jesus fucking christ, Aurora,” he gasps, looking down at me.

I’m wide-eyed, tears streaming down my face, his hand in my hair.

Impossibly aroused.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy this is?” he hisses, like he can barely control himself. “Watching you take my whole cock, on your knees?”

I can’t respond, can only push my lips down even further, until my nose is in the short, tiny hairs at the base of his cock. Declan’s still standing, grunting for breath for a long moment before he finally pulls me back, gasping.

I suck in a deep breath even as I slurp his cock from my mouth, panting for breath even as I lick every inch of his long, thick cock as he pulls it from my mouth, sucking hard at the tip before he pushes it back into my mouth.

This time I know what to do, and I look up at Declan, eyes streaming, and take him down my throat.

He groans again, his hand in my hair shoving me against him until my nose is pressed to his belly, finally pulls back when I need to breathe, pushes his cock into me again as he groans and moans, clearly on the edge.

It’s driving me wild, knowing that I’m the one doing this to him, knowing that it’s me making Declan this hard, this uncontrolled. I gulp him down greedily, silently begging him with my eyes to let me swallow him when he comes. He’s half-curled over me, my back against the wall as he leans against it, desperately fucking my mouth like his life depends on it.

“Swallow it,” he finally growls, pushing his cock down my throat even more roughly than before, my pussy pounding with excitement. “I’m gonna come down your throat, Princess, and you’re going to—”

I push him even deeper, even further. Declan groans even more loudly and then his cock is pulsing in my mouth, his seed rushing down my throat.

I swallow him convulsively, wanting to get every single drop that he’s got to give me as he bucks and thrusts into my mouth, more out of control than I’ve ever seen him.

And it was me. I did this to Declan, I made him feel this way.

“God,” he finally whispers. “Jesus, Aurora, you’re going to get me in bad trouble someday.”

I swallow one more time, and his whole body jerks. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of my mouth, inch by inch.

“But first, clean me up,” he whispers, but I’m already doing it. My tongue is going over every square inch of his slowly-softening cock, licking up a combination of my saliva and his semen, until the whole huge monster is perfectly clean.

“Stand up,” he says, tucking himself back into his pants.

I obey, watching the zipper of his pants go up with a hollow ache between my legs. Even though I know he just came, I was hoping for something more, too.

But before I can say anything, I’m back against the wall again, Declan’s mouth on mine. He shoves my skirt above my waist, tugs my tights down so I’m bare-assed against the rough wood, his fingers already on my dripping wet slit.

“Is sucking my cock what made you this wet?” he murmurs.

I nod, and he pushes two fingers inside me, instantly hitting the sensitive spot along my front wall.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Abruptly, he takes his hand away and pulls me from the wall. My tights are still around my thighs, but before I know what’s happening I’m bent over a crate in the middle of the gazebo, my face against the bare wood, my skirt bunched around my waist, my ass in the air.

“Good,” he says. “Because every part of your body is mine, Princess. Your mouth, your clit...”

He pushes one thumb over my clit, making all my nerves sizzle with pleasure.

“Your tight little pussy is mine,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers inside me.

I gasp, squeezing him reflexively, wanting more.

“Your virgin asshole is mine,” he murmurs, and then touches something warm and flexible to it.

He’s fingering my ass, I think, my whole body tensing up at once with the strange sensation.

No.

That’s not his finger.

I’m horrified. I can’t believe that Declan is even thinking about my ass, let alone licking it right now, but...

...It feels good. It’s dirty, filthy, and we shouldn’t be doing it in a private bedroom, let alone this gazebo, but I think I like it.

A small moan escapes my lips, and I can feel Declan exhale, laughing maybe. I squirm underneath him, because I feel like I have to move somehow or I’m going to lose my mind.

But he shoves his fingers deeper into my pussy, stroking that spot relentlessly, moving perfectly in time with his tongue, lavishing attention on my back hole as I’m bent over a dirty crate, totally at his mercy.

I gasp and moan, hand scrabbling at the wood beneath me, but I don’t move. I don’t want to move, I want to let him do this forever because it feels incredible. In moments I’m at the edge, moaning like crazy, and finally Declan fucks me deeper with his fingers, his tongue just barely pushing inside me, and I come instantly, moaning and whimpering into the crate, my entire body shuddering with pleasure.

But he doesn’t stop. I think he will, but he’s only encouraged to fuck me deeper, lick me harder, until I come again, gasping and shuddering into the top of the crate, biting my lip so I don’t moan his name.

Then, finally, he stops. He pulls his dripping fingers from my pussy, leans over me, kisses the back of my neck.

“Stand up,” he whispers, and I do, my whole body trembling, my skirt falling back around my knees.

He holds his sticky fingers up in front of us, and I open my mouth obediently, excited. I like tasting myself, and even more, I like watching the way his eyes light up when I do.

But instead he puts his fingers into his own mouth, sucking and licking my juices off, even as his other hand is on my ass, squeezing as he spins me around to face him.

With his thumbs, he wipes the tear stains from my cheek, then lets his hand wander down my body until it’s under my skirt, stroking my bare hip.

“I still want you tonight,” he murmurs.

I nod, breathless.

“Aurora,” he says, his lips close to mine. “I’m going to make you come every single way I know how.”

I swallow.

“Listening to you moan my name is like a drug,” he goes on. “I’m an addict. I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get enough of you.”

“I’ll be there,” I whisper.

“Good,” he says, suddenly backing away from me, back toward the door.

I pull my tights up, past the juices that have run down my inner thighs, hoping that I don’t look too disheveled. Declan reaches for the door, and suddenly I remember why I came and found him out here in the first place.

“Wait!” I hiss.

He turns, amused.

“Last night I got caught sneaking in, and Grayson knows,” I say.

I tell him about our whole conversation, and slowly, his face moves from amused to stony.

“We have to be careful,” I say, then gesture at the inside of the gazebo. “More careful than this.”

He walks back to me, bends down, kisses me tenderly.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear it.”

I melt below his lips, already turning to mush yet again.

Then Declan is out the door, back into the cold gardens.

I take one deep breath, then two.

I can’t believe what I just did, I think.

Then I leave behind him.