Royally Claimed (13 page)

He finally slowed and looked up at her. “God, you're beautiful. And so sexy. I bet you were almost ready to come on that bike, weren't you?”

She nodded, her face red with embarrassment and desire. Despite her climax, she was still wound up, still on edge.

He stood, his jeans bulging in the front. “And you're ready to come again, aren't you?”

“Frank.” His name came out in a strangled groan, and he laughed.

“How would you like it this time, Julia?” He rested his hands on either side of her face. “Do you want me to take you against the tree? Or do you want me to lie down so you can ride me like the bike? You pick.”

“But Frank, are you sure we're alone out here?”

He stopped and listened. The birdsong had returned after the noise of the engine disappeared, and there were no other sounds to indicate company. “Nobody but us.” He kissed her, cupping her breast until she arched against his palm. “Tell me, sweet Julia—the tree, or like the motorcycle?”

“The bike.” She blushed again. It was dangerous and naughty to do this, not too far off the road. But, oh, was it sexy.

“Good.” He pulled a folded picnic blanket off the back of the motorcycle and spread it on the ground. Her legs were still wobbly, so she waited for him to return. She kicked off her shoes and he undid her jeans, pulling them off but leaving her tiny black satin panties on.

Julia took off the heavy jacket and her blouse and bra, setting them aside. Frank picked up the jacket. “Wear this.”

She slipped into the jacket and started to zip it, but he stopped her. “Leave it open. I want to see your pretty white tits against the black leather. If you're a good girl, you can ride back to the boat like that, your nipples rubbing the leather.”

Her knees almost buckled again and he gave her a wicked smirk. His jeans came off quickly and she saw how he strained against his briefs. She reached into the waistband and freed his hard cock as he groaned with relief. “That's it, Julia. I've been aching for you for hours.”

She wrapped her fingers around him, marveling again at his length and heft. He was dark brown with ropy veins struggling along his shaft, his head a deep plum, engorged with blood. As she gently squeezed him, a silvery bead formed on the tip.

Impulsively, she dropped to her knees on the picnic blanket and flicked the droplet with her tongue. He let out an agonized moan, his fingers digging into her scalp. “No, no, no. Oh, not that. I won't be able to—”

She cut off his words when her lips closed over him. He rocked back on his heels in shock as she sucked him
hard. Up and down she bobbed her head, his salty taste coating her tongue and his musky scent filling her nostrils. She cupped his heavy sac with both hands and petted him, enjoying his gasps of pleasure. Her own secret places pulsed in time to his, her panties dampening as she got caught up in his pleasure.

He jerked inside her mouth and she thought for a second that he was going over the edge. Instead he held her head still. “Stop,” he gritted out, pulling away from her. He lay down on the blanket and tugged her toward him.

She crawled up his body, her breasts swaying free from the jacket. His eyes widened in appreciation. “That is exactly what I had in mind.” He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, and she nearly collapsed on him. “Please, Franco.”

“Come, ride on me.” He helped her straddle his thighs, tugging her panties to one side to expose her wet center. He stroked her clit, and she jerked in response. “Oh, yes, you're ready for me.”

She found the strength to push up and then, with his fingers guiding his engorged shaft, sank deep onto his full length.

They both cried out. He pulsed inside her, and she couldn't help spasming around him. He groaned. “Do that again.”

She squeezed her little muscles again. He stroked her clit at the same time and she started to come again, panting and moaning on him as his dark eyes glittered with triumph.

She finally caught her breath. “Darn you, Frank, I wasn't ready.”

“Your body thought otherwise.” He began thrusting
up into her, his powerful hips easily leveraging their weight.

“But I've never come so fast—not at the tree, and not like this.”

“Good.” If she thought he was triumphant a minute earlier, he looked positively savage. “You are mine, and only I can make you feel like this.” He caught her waist in his big hands and lifted her up and down until she caught his rhythm. He was heavenly inside her, slipping up and down until she could feel every glorious inch of him, stretching and filling her.

He moved his hands to her satin-covered bottom and squeezed the tender cheeks. “I would like to see you on my motorcycle like this—did I tell you I have a big American motorcycle at my estate in Portugal? I would start the engine and put you on the seat wearing panties and my leather jacket.”

Julia groaned. She'd never seen motorcycles as being particularly sexy until today. “Then what?” she whispered.

“Then I open the jacket and play with your pretty
tetas
.” His long fingers stroked her breasts, going from her collarbones down to where he cupped their full weight. He teased and pulled at her nipples until they were long and diamond-hard, darkened with excitement. All the while, he pistoned in and out of her. Her panties tugged and rubbed at her bottom as his cock brushed her clit. The constant pressure and friction was arousing her to a fever pitch. It was easy to imagine the erotic motorcycle fantasy since Frank still wore his tight T-shirt and dark jacket. Seeing him still clothed while she was almost naked was a huge turn-on, as if she'd
ripped off her own clothing and the bare minimum of his, just to have her way with him.

Which was mostly true.

“Tell me what you want, Julia. I will do anything to please you, to satisfy you.” Frank's deep, sexy voice continued, his accent thickening as he fought to keep from coming. Drops of sweat beaded on his temples and ran into his thick hair.

“I want you to talk to me.” His words were almost as arousing as his body.

He laughed. “I like to talk. Nice weather, eh?” His teasing expression told her he knew exactly what she wanted.

Her face heated. “Talk dirty to me, Frank.” Her bluntness was rewarded by his groan.

“Oh, Julia, if you knew the things I want to do to you, you would run screaming.”

“Or maybe come screaming,” she panted.

He groaned again. “You asked for it.” He pinched her nipples again. “I want to lick you here.” He stroked her clit. “And here. And all over your pale, soft body. I want to tie you to my bed and make you scream in pleasure. I want your hot, wet mouth to suck me dry and then lick me until I harden again and beg for more.”

Julia started to shake, her mind and body reeling from his physical and verbal onslaught, but he wasn't finished. “I want to make love to you in my house in Portugal, in my barns, my stables, my vineyards, my motorcycle, my truck, my car. Everywhere I go, I want my cock to harden as I remember how I entered you, how I pleased you. I want to remember the sound of our damp skin slapping together as I enter you, the scent of our joining, your face as you come.”

He continued murmuring to her in the soft consonants and liquid vowels of his native language, but the images he'd planted in her head were more than enough. She tossed her head back and cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples. He called out his appreciation and caressed the sensitized nub where their bodies joined. His shaft pumped inside her, hitting deeper than ever before. He kneaded her bottom, his heavy balls tightening against her, rising up to meet her.

“Ah, Julia, please…” he begged, the tendons in his neck standing out as he strained to hold back. Suddenly, she wanted his mouth on her breast and leaned forward. He eagerly captured the hard point between his lips and nipped.

The painful pleasure snapped her tenuous control and she exploded around him, her inner muscles capturing and squeezing him from root to tip. He called her name in a hoarse voice as his orgasm hit and slammed up into her, his hands gripping her around the waist as he pumped in and out of her eager body, slick and wet and as on fire for her as she was for him.

It seemed to last forever, but ended too quickly. He helped her ease off him and tucked her into his side.

Julia couldn't help admiring his still-firm erection, dark and glossy with their juices. What would it feel like the next time? She stopped herself—she was getting too greedy for him. All his talk about bringing her to Portugal and sexing her up silly at his estate was just talk—although she would have liked to try the motorcycle. She would like to do all the things he wanted her to do, in all the places he wanted to do them. Her greedy flesh gave an unexpected throb at the idea and she shivered.

He noticed. “Cold?”

“No.” She laughed. They were both sweating, despite the cooler air under the trees. He was
still
hard, and his fantasy about licking him clean until he was ready to go again seemed very plausible.

A car passed on the road below, and she stiffened in alarm. “What if someone comes up here?”

He listened for a second, and then relaxed when the engine passed. “We are quite safe.” His gaze fell to her half-naked body, her nipples still hard and tight. “Although
you
may not be. I hear there is a sex-crazed duke wandering the islands, and he absolutely loves dark-haired beauties with perfect breasts and round, white bottoms.”

“Oh, Frank.” She pushed at his chest, inordinately pleased that he thought she had perfect breasts. As for the round, white bottom, well, she'd take that as a compliment, too. “If the duke gets caught naked in the woods, there might be a royal scandal.”

He laughed. “It has been a while since you lived in the Azores. I am a young, single man and can get away with almost anything. You've heard the phrase ‘Boys will be boys'?”

“Yes.” She wrinkled her nose. She'd always disliked that phrase, as well.

“The islanders would gossip if we were caught, of course, but they know a beautiful, sexy woman is staying with me on my island. I bring her to lunch and they see for themselves how I can't keep my hands off you. It would be no surprise to them that I drag you into the woods and have my wicked, ducal way with you.” His erection, which had been fading, started to rise again.

She was getting excited again too. “Your Grace,”
she teased, “I believe your wicked ways are showing again.”

“You're right.” He shifted to his side and pulled her underneath him. “You make me insatiable, and I am going to take you again.” He settled between her thighs, his cock nudging aside her panties.

He entered her without asking, and she caught a glimpse of how his ancestors must have seduced and plundered their concubines. If they had been anything like Frank, those young women must have been as eager as Julia was to surrender.

Her knees fell open and his thrusts were excitingly slick from their previous encounter. She couldn't help responding to his possession of her body and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He stopped and hooked her knees over his shoulders, changing the whole angle. Her bottom was up off the ground, their bodies where they joined blatantly revealed.

“Frank,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No, I want to see how you take me in. I want to see your soft pink petals turn rosy with lust. Already, I can see you swell and throb.” He stroked around her clit, never quite touching her there.

“But, Frank…” Her protest fell off as he pressed her clit. “Ohhh…”

He laughed and slowly pumped in and out of her. “You want me to take you. You want me to hold you as my captive. You came to my island just for that, knowing I wouldn't let you go once I had you again. You brought an overnight bag, knowing that you would willingly submit if I took you that night. Your body rules you now—and my body rules you now.”

She gave a little gasp, knowing he was right. His lazy, measured strokes were igniting a fire in her that only he could quench. And since he'd just climaxed, she knew he could go a long time.

“Say it,” he coaxed, brushing her nipple with a feather-light touch. “Don't worry about being a modern, independent woman. Admit that you want me to make you respond like you never have before.”

“I admit it.” She swallowed hard. “I know you won't hurt me, so I want you to do whatever you want. Wherever you want.”

“Good.” His sudden grin made her laugh. “You can come now.”

Julia did, obeying the duke's command. He was as merciless as his ancestors must have been, his hips pumping into her as she shook and cried out in ecstasy. His cheeks were dark with barely restrained lust, his eyes glittering black but he only paused to lower her legs to the blanket.

She took a deep, shaky breath as he slipped from her. “But what about you, Frank?” He was obviously still aroused to a fever pitch.

He gave her a sly smile. “This is the second part of my motorcycle fantasy.” He helped her to stand and walk over to the motorcycle. “Face the bike and rest your hands on the seat.” Julia's eyes widened as she realized what he wanted to do but couldn't resist the crazy idea, couldn't resist him.

She did as she was told and she felt his strong thighs rasp her bottom as he positioned himself behind her. Big hands pulled her leather jacket open and cupped her breasts, and his thick, slick cock entered her again.

He hissed in pleasure and began slamming into her,
his fingers teasing her breasts, her clit, her bottom. He nipped her earlobe, licked the side of her neck. Incredibly, she tightened with pleasure again—after three climaxes.

He pushed deep inside her, hitting the perfect spots with his tip. He was a masterful lover and Julia couldn't get enough of him.

“I'm such a brute to use you this way,” he murmured into her ear. “Tonight I'll run a hot bath for you and carry you to bed. Let me kiss you all better—all over.”