Inside the bedroom, I pressed my back against the door, heart hammering so hard I thought it might break my ribcage. My face burned with humiliation. What the hell just happened?

I could still hear them on the other side of the door, James speaking in hushed, hurried tones while Pete muttered something in response. The fact that Pete had seen me like that— all of me —made my stomach twist. Yet, beneath the embarrassment, a small, shameful thrill coursed through me. His words played on repeat in my mind: the most perfect pussy.

I bit my lip, trying to shake the thought away. This isn’t the time to get turned on, Sarah.

A soft knock on the door snapped me out of my spiral. "Sarah? Can I come in?" James's voice was tentative, almost pleading.

I hesitated, then sighed. "Just you," I said, praying Pete had the decency to stay put.

The door creaked open, and James slipped inside, closing it firmly behind him. His eyes darted around the room before landing on me. "What...what was that?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to appear defensive instead of mortified. "It was supposed to be a surprise—for you, not Pete."

James's expression softened, though his cheeks were still red. "I didn’t know he’d be stopping by. I swear, if I’d known—"

"Yeah, well, now your best friend’s seen me spread out like some hentai character from your browsing history." I snapped, though my voice cracked. I was more upset with myself than with him.

“You know about that, huh?” James ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the floor. "I won’t lie...It was...shocking. But, Sarah..." His voice dropped, and he stepped closer. "You look incredible. Like, incredible."

I blinked at him, caught off guard. "Yeah?”

"Are you kidding?" He let out a breathless laugh, his hands twitching at his sides like he was restraining himself from touching me. "You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And, uh..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Pete’s not wrong."

Heat flushed through my entire body, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. I took a shaky step back, but James followed, his fingers playing with the edge of the skirt. I was acutely reminded of the fact I was still not wearing panties.

"You look so incredible, waiting for me like that. I wanted to fuck you so bad…"

I swallowed hard, my back hitting the edge of the bed. "I—"

His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. I gasped at the hardness pressing against my stomach.

"But what about Pete—" I started, but James silenced me with a kiss. His lips were urgent, his tongue demanding as it parted mine. I melted into him, the tension and awkwardness of earlier dissolving into raw need.

"Forget Pete," James growled against my lips. "This is about us." His hands slid down to grip my ass, lifting me effortlessly onto the bed. I barely had time to process before he was on his knees between my legs, spreading them wide as he gazed up at me. The hunger in his eyes made me shiver.

"You want to be my slutty Princess Zelda, huh?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the hem of the skirt. "Then let me worship my princess."

I let out a shaky breath as he pushed the fabric higher, exposing me once again. This time, there was no shame, no hesitation—just the thrill of his attention. His fingers parted my lips, and he groaned at the sight of how wet I already was.

"Fuck, Sarah," he murmured, his voice reverent. "You’re perfect."

His mouth was on me before I could respond, his tongue sweeping over my clit with a skill that made my back arch. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, every suck and tease sending pleasure spiraling through me. My thighs trembled around his head, but he didn’t let up, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place as he devoured me like a man starved.

"James," I moaned, my voice breaking as the pressure built inside me. "I’m gonna—"

"Cum for me, princess," he growled against my skin, the vibration of his voice pushing me over the edge. I cried out as the orgasm hit, my body writhing against his mouth. He didn’t stop, his tongue working me through the waves of pleasure until I was a trembling mess.

When he finally pulled away, his lips and chin glistening, he crawled up to kiss me. I tasted myself on his tongue and moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"You’re incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But we’re not done yet. You said you wanted to be a slutty Princess Zelda, right? Let’s see how loud my princess can scream."

My laughter turned to a gasp as he thrust into me, and I wondered if Pete was still outside the door, listening, imagining the princess getting her perfect pussy fucked…