His Secret Princess

#Chapter 2: Deer in Headlights

Celeste

An icy wave of shock washed over me as I stared into Matt's eyes.

I was exposed, vulnerable in front of my brother's best friend. He was confused and a bit too bleary-eyed for my liking. I was half-expecting an eruption of laughter, but instead, he took a deep breath.

“I'm sorry,” he slurred slightly, pushing himself upright against the back of the bathtub. “I had a few too many drinks and needed to escape for a bit... I didn't mean to scare you.”

Still paralyzed by shock, I watched as he raked a hand through his messy, dark hair. “I don't think I've seen you around before,” he continued, “but you've got a pretty incredible figure. Should I leave?”

My heart pounded in my chest. He didn't recognize me. Matt, the attractive, popular, untouchable hockey captain, was in my bathroom, unaware of my identity as his best friend’s little sister, and—was he flirting?

The air between us was electric, the silence so heavy it was almost tangible. A hot flush crept up my neck.

“Well?” he asked, his husky voice filling the silence as his eyes flickered up and down my body in the darkness. “Do you want me to leave, or do you want me to stay here… With you?”

I shook my head and took a step backwards, feeling my body press up against the sink behind me. “I’m too fat for you.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. “Too fat?” he murmured thickly. “Is that really how you feel about yourself?”

I nodded slowly. “Yes,” I replied. I tried to keep my voice low to hide my true cadence, just in case he started to recognize me. But he was so drunk that he didn’t seem to notice anything at all. “I’m too fat for you. You should leave.”

Matt laughed again, this time pushing himself up to a sitting position. He grabbed the side of the tub and hauled himself shakily to his feet, but stumbled and nearly fell again.

Out of instinct, I rushed forward and wrapped my arm around him to keep him steady. As I did, I felt his warm breath spray down onto me.

He smelled like alcohol and cologne, and as his muscular arm worked its way around my waist and began to feel me up and down, I felt myself shudder.

“Nah, you've got curves in all the right places,” he murmured, bending his neck to bring his face closer to mine. I instinctively arched my back to lean away from him so that he couldn’t get too close to my face and recognize me. The lower portion of my face was still somewhat visible beneath the Halloween mask. “Most guys like a bit more to hold onto, you know.”

As he said those last words, his fingers dug into the thick part of my hip.

A wave of warmth washed over me, a sensation I rarely felt. I was desired, appreciated. It was intoxicating.

“Y-You can stay,” I heard myself say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Matt let out another low, husky chuckle. In one movement, he leaned back and plopped himself back into the bathtub, where he leaned up against the wall and beckoned for me to join him. I still stood there, like a statue, unsure of what to do.

“Do you think...do you think I'm a bad girl?” I murmured, unable to stop myself from uttering those words.

He quirked an eyebrow, his lips curling into a grin. “Are you?”

With a surge of confidence I didn't recognize, I crawled into the bathtub, straddling him. I felt the warmth of his body between my thighs, and… Something else. Something hard and hot.

His eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he moved closer, his warm breath mingling with mine. He leaned forward and went to bite my lower lip, but I pushed my hand into his chest and pushed him back against the bathtub.

“Behave,” I murmured, my heart pounding.

Matt’s lips curled up into a lustful smirk. I felt his hand work its way up to my breasts, which were still exposed, and his finger caught hold of my n****e. I winced and let out a soft groan as he pinched it.

“Quiet,” he commanded, still smirking. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would you?”

I shook my head and bit my lower lip. Matt’s smirk remained as he released my n****e and wrapped his arm around my waist. My breath escaped as he pulled me close and then, in one swift movement as though I weighed nothing, he picked me up and laid me down in the tub.

Our eyes stayed locked as he reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I felt his hands shimmy my pants down.

“Be a good girl,” he murmured, his fingers grazing over my panties and causing me to shiver. “I like good girls.”

I nodded slowly, unable to speak. Matt’s smirk turned into a white-toothed grin.

He asked nothing of me as we laid in the tub together. Slowly, his fingers worked their way into my panties, inside of me. His fingers were warm and thick. First one, then two. I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep quiet as he pleasured me.

Matt worked his fingers into me slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. His tongue flicked back and forth across his lips as he focused solely on pleasuring me, not once thinking about himself.

Once or twice I saw his free hand move down to his groin to rub himself through his pants, but he seemed more concerned with making me feel good than anything else.

Were men really like this? I had always heard from other girls that guys tended to be selfish when it came to pleasure, but this… This was different.

I had never felt like this before… No man had ever touched me, and yet here I was, being pleasured by the hockey captain’s thick fingers. This felt so taboo, so forbidden, seeing as how he was my brother’s best friend. But that only made it all the better.

He made me come on his fingers. I felt my back arch away from the cold tile of the tub, and suddenly a burst of wetness came forth onto his palm. A moan escaped my mouth; I couldn’t contain it any longer.

The sensation of coming on his hand was a euphoria that I had never experienced. If his fingers could make me feel this good, then I couldn’t help but wonder what other parts of him would feel like…

Matt chuckled and pulled his fingers out of me and sat back on the tub while I shakily pushed myself up onto my elbows.

“Well?” he asked. “How was it?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come. Matt, noticing this, chuckled again.

“You’re hot,” he whispered, sticking his thumb into his mouth to taste me. “Really hot. I want to see you again.”

“R-Really?” I murmured, tugging my panties back up, followed by my jeans.

Matt nodded. “Take off your mask,” he replied. “Let me see you.”

At that moment, I froze in fear like a deer in headlights. I couldn’t take off my mask… If Matt knew who I was, then all of this would be ruined. I would never live it down.

Matt’s hand reached tentatively for my mask, his fingers itching to remove it.

I felt like the world was going to collapse.