“True.” He laughed. “Follow me, then. I know where we can go.” We walked up another flight of stairs and then down a long dark corridor before we stopped and he pushed open a door. There was a huge bed in the middle and he picked me up and plopped me down on the bed. I looked around the room and then up at him.
“Are you sure this is a good room to be in? It looks as if someone actually sleeps in this room.”
“It’s fine.” He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the ground, before unzipping his pants. “Come here.” He growled as he jumped onto the bed next to me and pulled my dress off. I lay on the bed completely naked and watched as he pulled his briefs off. His c**k was already hard and I moaned as he bent down and took my nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“Xavier.” I cried out as I scratched his back and closed my eyes. It felt so surreal to be in this castle, in this strange room, naked and ready to make love. A part of me was screaming at myself, wondering what I was doing. How could I be here right now? This was so out of my comfort zone it wasn’t funny, but it was so exhilarating and exciting at the same time.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He groaned as he kissed down my stomach and spread my legs open. His mouth found my quivering pu**y and he licked me eagerly and quickly. His tongue entered me as he sucked on my clit and my body trembled as my legs shook on his face. He ate me out eagerly — as if he hadn’t eaten food for a year and this was the best meal he’d ever tasted. I ran my hands to his hair and pulled it slightly as I felt myself coming.
As soon as I’d finished having my first orgasm, Xavier kissed back up to my lips and then reached down and grabbed a piece of material from the floor.
“I want you to wear this as I f**k you.” He muttered in my ear. “Or rather as you f**k me.”
“What?”
“I want you to ride me.” He groaned as he tied the material around my face covering my mask so that I couldn’t see. I sat up and I was about to straddle him, when he grabbed my hips.
“No, I want you to face the other way.” He swiveled me around and I rubbed myself back and forth on his c**k slowly as I faced the way of the door. My ass was facing his face and I felt him squeezing it as his c**k slid in-between my legs. I sat up slightly and lowered myself onto him, groaning as he filled me up.
“Oh shit, you feel so good.” He muttered as he grabbed my hips and I started moving back and forth even faster. “You’re so sexy.” He groaned and that made me increase my pace.
***
His View
Lola moved back and forth on my c**k quickly and I could feel her wetness on my legs. My hands moved up to cup her br**sts as she rode me and I grinned when I heard the door opening slightly. I looked up and saw Casper and Violeta standing there looking in at us. I reached my right hand down to Lola’s clit and rubbed it as she rode me. She cried out as I rubbed her faster and faster. She had no idea that we were being watched as she rode me with abandon. Casper’s eyes narrowed as he made eye contact with me and I gave him a wide smile as I felt Lola’s pu**y lips contracting on my cock. She was about to come and I knew she was going to scream. I felt a surge in power in me as a few seconds later, she was riding me faster and faster and crying out her pleasure as I f**ked her in Casper’s bed. Casper and Violeta stared at me with narrowed eyes before they closed the door and I was then able to relax and come even more. Round two had definitely gone to me.
“That was so good.” Lola collapsed back on the bed next to me and pulled off the tie and her mask as she stared at me. “It was almost magical.”
“Yes, it definitely was.” I grinned back at her and kissed her firmly, trying to ignore the feelings of guilt that were rising up in me. I knew that Lola wouldn’t have been happy if she knew that Casper and Violeta had watched her f**king me. Normally, I wouldn’t have cared, but something about her and being with her was making me regret everything I had set in motion.
Chapter
Eight
I woke up in my bed back at Xavier’s palace and I had no idea how I’d gotten there. The last thing I could remember was cuddling with Xavier after the hot sex we’d had.
“Wakey wakey, Lola.” Xavier’s voice next to me made me smile and I looked over at him.
“When did we come back?”
“A few hours ago.” He smiled. “You fell asleep and I waited for you to wake up, but then I realized you were out for the night, so I just picked you up and carried you to the car and then the plane.”
“Wow, I can’t believe I didn’t wake up.”
“Neither could I.” He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “We should get up though. We’re going to be having lunch with Richard.”
“Oh fun.” I jumped out of bed and stretched. I was wearing my shorts and a T-shirt. I was surprised that Xavier hadn’t left me naked. “I like Elizabeth, she seems fun.”
“Yeah.” He nodded and paused. “I’m not sure that she’ll be there today.”
“Oh sad.” I made a face. “It would have been nice to see her, but I suppose you and Richard will be fine.”
“There might be some other people there.” He got out of bed and ran his hands through his hair. “Why don’t you go and shower and I’ll call down and have some breakfast sent up.”
“Okay sure.” I nodded and walked to the bathroom, feeling sore and disappointed. My body could still remember the events of last night and I was sad that we weren’t going to repeat our performance in the shower. I groaned as I stepped under the hot water. What was happening to me? I was starting to feel like I’d stepped into a movie and I wasn’t sure what character I was playing. This whole situation was so foreign to me. I grabbed the soap and bathed myself, smiling as I thought about Xavier. And then I remembered Casper. What had that been all about? I frowned as I remembered his light kiss and touch. He’d definitely been flirting with me. It had felt sort of nice as well. He’d been a really attractive guy and I’d been uncomfortable in the situation and still slightly annoyed with Xavier. I didn’t know if I was coming or going with him. Sometimes he could be so sweet and loving and then other times, he was just very standoffish. I truly didn’t know what he thought about me and that concerned me. Did he like me? Did he only want me for sex? Was he falling for me? Where exactly did I stand? I also wanted to ask him, why the fake engagement? It still didn’t make sense to me. However, I was scared that he might react in a way that would hurt me. If he did, I might end up crying and then he might end up realizing that I was falling in love with him. I couldn’t stand for him to know that I was starting to develop feelings for him; especially as he’d made it clear that he didn’t do feelings. I thought back to the man I’d known in London. He’d been so rude and yet so thoughtful, when he’d showed me around the museum. And then we’d traveled to Paris and I’d felt like I was in a fairytale. The man from the classroom- the man that was my professor was very different to the man that was my lover and fake fiancé in Romerious.