Joining the Academy

Good Morning Princess

*Sang*

I woke up to sweet smell of berries and moss accompanied by warm, gooey cinnamon buns. I yawn and rub my eyes, "Morning Prince Victor," I say, my voice still heavy with sleep.

He kisses my cheek softly, "Morning Princess, time to get up." I groan and bury my head in the pillow.

He grabs the pillow from under my head, "No buns, if you don't wake up," he quips, moving a piece of the gooey pastry under my nose. Which buns? Focus Sang, it's too early for those kinds of thoughts. Well, guys do get morning wood, it's not really too early.

My eyes pop open. How did I get in Victor's bed from the guest room when I was naked? I look down to see North's black t-shirt covering most of my body to the tops of my thighs and breathe a sigh of relief.

Victor chuckles, "You worry too much, Princess. I brought you in here last night after the meeting was over. Rather when Mr. Blackbourne and Axel demanded we all go to bed unless we wanted to run until they got tired of watching us run. Raven, Axel and Kayli are in one of the guest rooms. Everyone else is scattered around the house. Feel better, beautiful?" I smile brightly and lick some of the icing off the cinnamon bun.

I snuggle closer to Victor and open my mouth. His grins mischievously and feeds me a small bite of the sweet, gooey goodness. I scoop some of the icing on my finger and offer it to my prince. He sucks it off my finger greedily. "Princess," he whispers, tangling his legs around mine.

I nibble at the pastry some more, intentionally letting the icing dribble down my chin. Victor's eyes blaze brighter than a four alarm fire and are transfixed on my mouth. He uses his legs to draw my body closer to his so I can feel his hardness against my core. I whimper softly and slide my left leg up to his waist, "Victor," I whisper.

He reaches over my head and deposits the sticky pastry on the plate. Before he can clean his fingers on the small napkin underneath the plate, I snatch the hand away. "I can do that for you," I say softly, sucking the icing off each digit languidly.

He clenches his jaw shut then growls a sound so unlike Victor, it sends sparks directly to the ache between my legs. I feel wetness dripping onto the hem of North's t-shirt and bite my lip. I push my pelvis against his rubbing my sex against the lump in his pajama bottoms. I moan softly when his lips meet mine tentatively. Victor is always gentle and adorably sweet, afraid to be too forward. I love him for it, but as of the present moment all I see are toned, defined muscles and fiery eyes devouring every inch of my body. He needs to lose that control NOW.

I take both of his cheeks in my hands and crush my lips against his. My tongue darts in between his parted lips and I groan when his hands firmly grasp my waist. His heart is beating out of his chest and I don't help slow it down. I clench my legs around his waist and hook my ankles around his bum then grind.

"Jesus Sang," he whispers, stripping the black tee over my head. His long fingers stroke one rosy bud softly then pinch and tug roughly.

"Victor," I cry, tracing a fingertip across his collarbone. He growls low in his throat and places an open mouth kiss on my right breast while kneading the other. I'm shivering underneath his frame, dripping wet and dying for direct contact.

He snatches the sticky bun from the plate and peels off a piece. I open my mouth and taste the cinnamon sweetness. I take the rest from this hand and drag it across his chest directly over his nipples. I set the remaining portion on the plate and lick small circles around one nipple. He detaches my legs from his waist and spreads them apart. One long finger finds its way into my slick center claiming my self control with it.

I feverishly lick and nibble at his nubs while my hips move in sync with his ministrations. He swirls it deep inside my core dragging it out and then thrusting another digit in with it.