A Bodyguard For The Princess (A Bad Boy Romance) (37 page)

“Thanks, Ashton,” I said, not sounding the least bit thankful.

“Please.” He turned around and grinned at me. “It’s Ash. And you’re about to experience Ash Sunday, as I call it.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Ash Sunday. Nice,” I said flatly. Secretly, I did think it was funny. I wasn’t going to show him that, though. I pulled out my compact to apply some lip gloss; my face was red again. Damn him.

“There’s a great coffee place up ahead,” Gary commented. “I already had a cup. Do you want any, Emma?”

“No, I’m good. Do you guys?”

Ashton looked at my mom and smiled his brilliant white smile. “Hell yeah. It’s necessary. Need that buzz, know what I mean?”

“My Amy can’t function
without coffee,” my mother joked.

We stopped at the shop, which was the coolest coffee place I’d ever seen. The front was painted black, and the entrance to the store was in the middle of a giant painted coffee cup. Inside, paintings and ads for local events and mic nights filled the walls. Not surprisingly, it was also crowded. Ash followed me inside.

“Let’s just go,” I said. “We can go somewhere else. It’s too crowded in here.”

“Nah. This place has the best coffee. Let me handle it. Hey, Kelsey!” he called.

One of the baristas looked over and smiled brightly. She was really attractive, with dark brown hair and pretty, tanned skin. I felt a tinge of jealousy. Who was she? Did he know her? Had they hooked up? I scolded myself for thinking these things.

“This girl needs a coffee,” he said, standing behind me and gripping my shoulders. I nearly fell over from the tingle of his touch.

“Gotcha. What does she want?” Kelsey asked with a friendly wink.

“What do you want?” he said in my ear, barely more than a whisper.

My heart raced even more than it would be after I had my caffeinated beverage. I gulped. “Iced coffee. Small. Cream and sugar. With vanilla.”

“Small iced coffee, cream and sugar, with vanilla,” he called out. “And I’ll have my usual espresso.”

The people standing in line in front of us looked very annoyed. I couldn’t believe he was able to get what he wanted like that! Still, I was a little intrigued. Kelsey bustled over to us and gave Ash and I the coffees. He shoved a twenty in her hand, which covered far more than the cost of the coffee.

“I don’t need change. We gotta bolt,” he said.

I followed him out the door, a bit taken aback. “I guess you come here a lot, then? Thanks,” I said, my voice quivering again.

“You know, it’s really cute when your voice does that shaky thing.”

“Right,” I said, trying not to sound as nervous and impressed as I was. I took a sip of my coffee and got in the car. Ash followed, and the rest of our journey was pleasant despite the longing that crept up between my legs.

We finally reached the Hamptons, and the beach house was beautiful, maybe even as pretty as one of my mom’s bed and breakfast places. It was a white condo, much like Gary’s other house upstate. The first floor had a glass dining room with a view of the ocean. On the inside, everything was sea-themed.

Ash and I, luckily, did not share a bathroom here. I carried my luggage upstairs and put my lacy pink bathing suit on under some black boy shorts and a pink tank top. My flip-flops made clacking noises on the stairs as I walked down. My mother and Gary were standing at the door.

“You guys get to know each other while we head into town,” my mom suggested.

Ash came out of the kitchen and smiled. He wore a tight muscle shirt that showed off his arms and some beach shorts. He looked so hot I couldn’t help but stare. His voice dropped seductively, and I wondered if I was the only one who noticed. “Sounds like a great idea to me.”

“We’ll be back around four with some food for dinner. Sandwiches,” Mom said.

“O-okay,” I stammered, “gotcha.”

I looked at my mom and Gary as they gazed lovingly at each other. They were too damn enamored with their own love to notice the sexual tension that practically rolled off of Ash and me in waves. They closed the door behind them, and Ash and I stood, alone, in an uncomfortable silence.

“I’ll show you the beach. I’ve been coming here since I was a kid. It’s the best,” he offered.

“Okay. I mean, that actually sounds good.” My heart hammered out of control as I followed him out the door. The warm breeze of the day smoothed my hair, and I could almost taste the saltiness of the ocean in the air.

“So you like the beach, huh?” Ash asked.

“Yeah. I do. It reminds me of being a kid—when my parents were still together.” I instantly regretted telling him that because I wasn’t ready to open up to anyone. Strangely, though, he had that effect on me; I could say whatever. Maybe it was because he was so uninhibited. Nothing I could say would be a shock to someone like him.

Surprisingly, Ash looked down and frowned. “You’re not alone in that. Sometimes I miss the way things were before, too. Not that your mom isn’t great, but it’s just not the same,” he confessed.

I stopped walking and looked at him in understanding. “Yeah.” He looked so sad. I reached out to give him a hug, and he accepted. Feeling the warmth of him against me was so comforting. We continued to walk along the beach, side by side, nearly hand in hand.

“I have the coolest place to show you. My friends and I used to come back here and get stoned,” he said.

I laughed. “All right, sure.”

Off the beaten path was a small stand of trees. The sand from the shore still littered the ground, but there was enough room to pitch a tent. Someone had left a few beer cans there, and I could see where there was a place for a campfire.

“I have so many good memories here.” He took a seat, and I joined him. He was so close to me that I could feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him. I wanted to engulf myself in it and never let him go. I looked at the ocean, marveling at the thunderous roaring.

“You know, the most amazing thing about the ocean is that it’s endless,” I began. “I wonder if love could ever be that way. Based on the way my parents ended, likely not.”

“I feel you,” he said, and for a moment, we were just two humans sharing a vulnerable moment with each other.

I turned my head to face him, and he was gazing at me, serious again, his face hungry and hard. The kind of face I’ve only seen when making out with guys—the kind of sexual energy I saw on television shows.

He kissed me gently, and I kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his hot, rough lips. He was endearingly gentle at first, but then his kisses became harder and more wanton. I gasped as he kissed my neck, having never felt that kind of intense sensation before. I was soaking wet, wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

“Did you like what you saw in the bathroom last night?” he breathed into my ear. His deep voice tickled every single inch of me—my brain, my heart.

“Yes,” I gasped breathily. “I did, you’re… really hot.” I could feel myself blushing.

He chuckled quietly and pushed me down until he was straddling me. I ran my hands through his thick brown hair and shivered with desire. I wanted him to fill me like I’d never been filled. He continued to kiss me, and I could feel the hard length of him pushing against my leg. I moaned, urging him closer by grabbing his hips and drawing them closer to mine.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” he asked.

“No.” I shook my head. “No one ever has.”

“Have you ever…” he began.

“No, I’m a virgin.” He sat up and sighed, looking serious again. “What?” I asked nervously.

“I mean, I kinda figured you were. You didn’t seem experienced. Are you sure you want this? I mean, are you sure you’re ready?”

I nearly had him figured out. Beneath his had boy exterior, he had a soft and caring side. I took his hand gently and said, “I was planning on losing my virginity this summer, and I honestly have never felt this physically attracted to anyone. I really want this.”

He looked deep into my eyes. “Really?’

“Yes, I really
want this,” I said, almost begging. No one had ever reduced me to this state of desire before. I needed him now.

His eyes darkened, and his bad boy smirk was back. “All right.”

He pushed me down again, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He tore my boy shorts off to reveal my bathing suit, and he groaned in appreciation. I took my tank top off, revealing the upper part of my bathing suit, my nipples poking at the thin fabric, begging for release.

He began kissing my stomach, and then he took one of my hard nipples into his mouth. It was one of the most splendid sensations; the heat of his mouth seemed to travel down to my crotch. I sighed and willed him to keep sucking. His kisses trailed down until he was between my thighs, which were wet with my juices.

His hot tongue slowly licked up and down my clit, and I could feel his tantalizing warmth over my bathing suit. He moved the garment gently to the side and circled my clit with his tongue. I jumped at the sensation, but he chuckled and urged my hips down. He grasped both of them as he continued to lick me, and my eyes welled with tears of pleasure.

“Oh, gosh,” I moaned. “That feels so good,” I said through my shaking breath.

He didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this to last forever. He continued to work my clit masterfully, lapping up my pussy juices as he did so. He used his tongue to circle my opening, and it felt so good that I was almost able to escape the grasp he had on my hips, but he held me still.

It felt different when someone else was stimulating my clit. At first, it was too sensitive, almost painful. Then the pleasure began to consume me, incredible and definitely a new sensation altogether. No wonder women raved about the greatness of oral sex. It was indescribable.

His mouth continued to work me until I felt an orgasm building. I nearly lost my composure. As I had always pleasured myself, I knew when the orgasm was coming. This one snuck up on me. Just when I was about to come, he stopped and rested his head between my legs, laughing.

“Ugh!” I cried, frustrated. “Why did you stop?”

“You’ll see.” He and nibbled my thigh gently.

He licked my clit again, and it felt even better because I was even more sensitive than before. A minute went by until the orgasm began again. I shook my head back and forth and closed my eyes as his tongue moved steadily up and down my clit.

“I’m gonna—” I gasped. “I’m gonna come!”

He moved his mouth up and down faster and gently circled my opening with his finger. I started to come, hard, and it was even stronger because of the buildup of desire that had overtaken me. I shook and moaned, nearly screaming. His eyes never left mine as I came. I pushed his head down, and as the orgasm ended, he began lapping up my juices and kissing my thighs. I was ready now. I wanted him more than ever.

He ripped off his shirt and his swimming trunks to reveal his giant, erect cock. I’d seen porn before, and he definitely compared to the guys who starred in the movies. He kissed me and rubbed his cock against the wetness of my clit, lubricating himself.

“Ready?” he breathed.

“Yes, please!” I replied.

He rubbed himself over me again and again, making me writhe with desire. Finally, he pushed in gently, and I gasped, holding onto his muscular arm, bracing myself. He entered me, the full length of him. It only hurt for a moment, and I cried out against his arm, tears streaming down my face.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, gasping.

“No. Keep…keep going,” I urged. The pain was starting to become lost in the pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight”—he groaned—“and you feel so damn good.”

I’d never seen a man like this. For a moment, he looked paralyzed by pleasure, totally weak to the power of my body and the pleasure it provided him. I now understood why people would do nearly anything for sex: it was the most incredible sensation on earth.

He entered me again, again with his whole length. He grasped my hands as he pumped in and out of me. Pleasure stemmed from my pussy, which clenched tightly around him, and went all the way to my toes, which curled in pleasure.

“Please, gently,” I said.

He exhaled sharply and nodded, our bodies moving rhythmically. I could feel my wetness dripping off his balls as he filled me gently, again and again.

“That feels so amazing,” I said, barely able to breathe through the waves of desire consuming me. My statement encouraged him, and he pushed harder.

“Please. Go harder,” I cried. I began to feel a sensation I had never felt before, something building up from deep inside my pussy—a sharp and intensely pleasurable feeling, almost like I had to pee.

“I think I have to pee,” I said, shocked by the sensation.

He laughed, sweat dripping down his forehead. “That’s not pee. That means you’re about to squirt.”

“Squirt? Like in porn?” I gasped.

“Yes! Exactly like porn!” Ash said. “Just let go. When it happens, let go.”

The pit of pleasure continued to build until I let it out, let it go. I marveled as a clear stream of fluid spurted out of me in between the tremors of my orgasm. I saw white as the orgasm intensified, and he pounded me harder. I felt another orgasm coming, and the pleasure was so intense I nearly passed out.