He gives it to me.
His tongue moves against my clit in the same way I worked my fingers. I’m so sensitive that I try to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me, just holds them open as he eats my pussy. He gives me little flicks of his tongue. Little nudges as he circles. Then he sucks. Sucks my clit hard enough that my thighs tense. Fuck, it feels amazing. He slides two fingers inside me and that feels amazing too.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says, and it makes me smile.
Two fingers turn to three, and he curls them inside me as he sucks my clit. He’s good. Really, really good. He doesn’t rush, or get his cock out ready to take me. He does nothing but focus on me.
A tingly shiver runs through me when he brushes a slippery, wet finger against my ass.
“Do you take it?” he asks, circling there, enough to make me moan.
I haven’t taken it that way for years, but I nod. I want to. He pushes his finger in and my gasp is soon followed by another moan, remembering just how good it can feel.
“Two fingers in your gorgeous cunt, one in your sweet ass,” he says, and I love his tone. “Let’s see if you can take some more.”
Right now, I feel like I’ll take anything he’ll give me, but as another finger pushes into my ass I grip the bedsheets, stretched.
He looks up at me with a smile on his wet lips. “I want you to come for me with my fingers working both your holes. Think you can do that for me?”
He twists his fingers deep.
“Yeah,” I tell him, with more confidence than I feel. “I’m sure I can do that.”
I want him to tell me I’m a good girl again but he doesn’t, just dips his head and flicks his tongue at my clit as he slides his fingers back and forth.
“You’re insanely fucking hot,” he says, muffled by my pussy, and I begin to believe him. Legs spread wide with my heels still on, and a stranger’s fingers working me so nicely, I believe him. It’s a welcome change.
When my orgasm comes, it comes fast. One of those that hits so quick you’re panting and bucking. My clit pulses as the sensations rush free, as easily as they do when I’m working myself. He pulls away as I close my legs, still riding the waves. I’m grinning at him, heady when he pulls his fingers out of me and licks them one by one.
Yeah, he’s a dirty prince. No, scrap that. He’s a filthy one.
I watch the guy called Ant standing there, still in his tux and hot enough for a red carpet and it feels surreal to be in this position. Naked, still reeling from an orgasm on a luxury bed, smiling up at a filthy stranger in just my heels.
“Wow,” I say, as a bout of drunk giggles hit me. “That was, um… amazing.”
“It’s going to get a whole lot more amazing than that, princess,” he tells me. “We’ve barely even started.”
I’m still lying flat on his bed when he dials downstairs for room service.
“A bottle of De Chante, please, suite three.”
“I’ll be trashed if I have much more champagne,” I laugh, propping myself up on my elbows. “Thanks, though.”
“Don’t feel obliged to drink it. Leave it corked if you prefer. Yours to take home in the morning.”
When the knock at the door comes I pull the covers over me, but he opens the door carefully, shielding me from view. He takes the bottle and the two glasses, though I guess he won’t be drinking any, since he doesn’t drink. That’s a good point, actually. I forgot he was sober until now. My cloudy, drunk head has the notion that we are in the same state, but of course we aren’t. He’s been on mineral water while I’ve been glugging champagne.
“Shall I uncork it?” he asks and I say fuck it to myself and give him a nod.
“Yes, please.”
I love the pop as he opens it. I love the way he looks so hot in his tux as he pours. I love the way he delivers it to the bed and hands it over like I’m a queen being handed a prize. I guess it is a prize, since it costs more than enough to be prize worthy.
He sits on the bed by my side while I take a sip.
“Tell me what you’re into,” he says. “What kind of things make you wet?”
I don’t want to tell him that I haven’t tried much in real life, so I stick with the obvious.
“Having your fingers in my ass and pussy at once, clearly,” I smirk, and he smirks along with me.
“Have you ever taken a decent pounding in your ass?”