Summary: Unable to sleep, Prince Liam entertains himself with thoughts of MC (Riley).
Liam lay awake in bed, eyes staring up at the ornate ceiling. It had been a very long day, but he found himself unable to sleep. What with the bombshell of his father stepping down, Liam knew his mind should be overwhelmed by his own sudden, upcoming coronation. And yet, he found himself thinking of something else. Someone, to be exact. Riley crowded his mind, pushing out all other thoughts. Liam closed his eyes and remembered the way she’d looked on the beach earlier that day. The sun had been high, the light blinking off the ocean waves behind her. He thought of the way she’d applied sunscreen to her skin, her hands running up along her thighs, not leaving a single inch uncovered.
He felt himself start to stiffen. Liam slid his hand under the sheets, slowly rubbing a hand over the outside of his silk pajamas.
Liam imagined being the one Riley would ask to rub sunscreen on her shoulders, sitting behind her on the beach as he brushed her hair off to one side. Instead of applying the lotion to her, Liam thought of himself kissing the side of her exposed neck as he gently tugged the bikini ties free. He pictured the small pieces of fabric falling away into the sand. She’d lean back into him as he gently ran his fingertips down the front of her chest, tracing slow circles around her nipples.
Quite hard now, Liam pulled back the sheets and pushed down his pajama pants to free himself. He grasped his cock in his hand, running his hand up and down it’s length, squeezing the tip slightly between his fingers when he reached the end.
Liam imagined Riley turning around to face him, gently pushing him down to lie back on a beach towel. He thought of her slowly rubbing her breasts with her hard nipples against his chest and stomach before she would remove his swimsuit. Then he imagined her tongue on him, teasing his hardness as she massaged his balls before he pictured her taking him in her mouth. He thought of her moaning as she sucked him, the vibrations driving him crazy.
His hand was moving faster and Liam bit his lip, feeling the desire build within him.
He imagined her straddling him, grasping him firmly in one hand as she teased his tip against her wetness. He pictured that once he couldn’t take it anymore, she’d plunge him into her. Liam could see in his mind her breasts bouncing up and down with her movements as she arched her back.
Liam could feel himself getting close, his body moving a little in response to his hand.
He imagined the sound of her climax, the way her voice would sound as she came loudly, his name cut off in her mouth into wordless pleasure. Fuck, he wanted to make her come. Then Liam’s hips bucked and he was coming, pulsing in his hand as he finally released. He groaned, alone in his bedroom, his mind a blank explosion of overwhelming sensation.
Liam lay on his bed, catching his breath, before he stood up, his knees still a little weak. He discarded his pajamas and was about to don new ones, when he decided against it. Instead, he climbed back into his bed, reveling in the feel of the soft sheets against his bare skin. He lay there, finally relaxed, and soon he was fading into sleep. The last thought he had before he dozed off was a conjured image of Riley slipping her fingers between her legs for him. But before he could continue that line of thought, Liam fell asleep, finally able to rest.
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