Page 125 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LILLY
A moan escapes from my lips, my eyelids fluttering lazily open as pleasure unfurls in my core.
“Loki,” I breathe, looking down between my parted thighs, and just making out the glint of his auburn hair in the sunlight filtering around the edges of the curtains.
“Shhh,” he hushes me, his breath fanning out onto my inner lips, causing a shiver to cascade over me. “You’re interrupting my birthday breakfast.”
I can feel his smile against my pussy as I groan aloud, grabbing his hair in my fist and bringing his head closer to my dripping centre. Vaguely, I can hear Birthday Sex by Jeremih playing in the background, an amused smile drawing my lips up.
He decides that he really is hungry and eats me out with gusto, ruining me with his tongue. His hands pin my hips down as I begin to buck against his face uncontrollably, my moans growing louder and my nails raking his scalp.
“I see Loki’s starting to celebrate already,” Jax whispers in my ear, his voice all kinds of husky as his hand palms one of my naked breasts, squeezing it and adding a layer of exquisite pain that has me writhing for more. “Care to share, brother?”
“Fine,” Loki grumbles, leaving me hanging on the precipice, panting and needy as he pulls away. “On your side, Pretty Girl.”
Loki gets to his knees and helps me to turn so my back is to Jax’s front, the sound of a condom wrapper being opened behind me, before my leg is pulled over Jax’s hip.
A long low moan leaves my lips as Jax pushes inside me, stretching my lower lips with a slight burn, but finding no resistance thanks to Loki’s ministrations.
I must admit, I’m liking the way he keeps waking me up!
“Fuck, baby,” Jax hisses in my ear, pulling me close by wrapping his hand around my neck from behind. “You take all of me so fucking well.”
Then he starts to move, causing fine tremors to wrack through my body at the delicious intrusion. I look up with hooded eyes to see Loki staring at us, his own dick gripped tightly in his fist as he watches Jax’s cock disappear inside of me. His eyes flick up and catch mine.
“You up for a birthday sixty-nine, Pretty Girl?” he asks, his wide grin clear in the semi darkness.
“Yes,” I murmur, uncaring that my throat is still a little sore from last night and the pounding that Jax and Kai gave it.
Slowly, Loki leans over me, grabbing my lower jaw in his hand, and turning my face so that I’m looking up at the ceiling.
The pad of his thumb pulls my lower lip down, encouraging me to open my mouth.
Hovering his lips over my now open mouth, I see his jaw working, then a long line of spit leaves his mouth and lands on my tongue.
I can taste my own musk, although he won’t let me close my mouth, holding it open.
“Don’t swallow...yet,” he instructs, his voice deep and full of decadent sin. My nipples harden, the pleasure from his naughty action and words adding to that of Jax’s huge dick spearing me from behind.
I keep my mouth open, his saliva sitting on my tongue as he gets into position, lying on his side and lining up his hard member with my parted lips.
One hand grips the base of him, helping to guide his length in my mouth, the other hand reaches between his legs, grabbing his balls and massaging them as I play with his piercing using my tongue.
“Shit, baby,” he groans, pausing as he enjoys the pleasure that I’m clearly giving him. “Best fucking birthday breakfast.”
My eyes close as his warm tongue alights on my clit, sparks flying from the connection as Jax keeps up his steady thrusting, the combination of them both making me moan around Loki’s length. Loki picks up the pace as Jax does, working so perfectly together as they fuck the living shit out of me.
Suddenly, Jax stills, shudders, then resumes with renewed vigour, pounding into me.
“Dude, what the ever loving fuck?” he groans out, burying his face into my neck and nibbling it, his hand tightening around my throat, not enough to cut off my air supply...yet.
“I didn’t want to end up with a black fucking eye from your massive balls,” Loki replies, his breath tickling my clit. “Feels good though, huh?” And I can tell he’s wearing a shit eating grin.
“Fuck off,” Jax grumbles, but he doesn’t stop. Whatever Loki is doing to him, fondling Jax’s balls by the sound of it, he doesn’t seem too bothered by it. In fact, it seems to spur him on, as he starts to fuck me hard, just like I love.
His punishing pace puts me off my rhythm with my birthday blowie, but Loki takes up the slack, fucking my mouth so that all I need to do is open up and give him access.
“Shit, I can feel you in her throat,” Jax hisses, his hand tightening as Loki enters my throat, then withdraws. I move my hand from his base, allowing him to thrust his whole length inside.
I can only moan and keen deep in my throat as they fuck both my ends in tandem, somehow finding a matching rhythm.
Their thrusts start to grow frantic just as a fire lights in my core, spreading throughout my entire body until I’m blinded by it, screaming around Loki’s cock and clamping down around Jax’s.
They both give one final, hard thrust, filling me utterly and completely as they find their own climaxes with growls. My whole body turns to jelly as I come down from the highest peak, gasping as Loki pulls out of my mouth, leaving a trail of cum on my tongue.
He flops onto his back, panting, as Jax pulls out from my still pulsing pussy, and falls onto his back too. I let out a raspy breath, my own chest heaving, a film of sweat covering my body.
“Shit, Baby Girl,” Jax rumbles, his own breathing laboured.
“Best birthday wake up, ever,” Loki chuckles.
I bite my ruby-painted lips, looking in the mirror as I finish putting my hair up in an elegant low bun, leaving some tendrils tickling my shoulders. A sigh leaves my lips as my hand lowers, the last pin in place.
We had a wonderful day in our dorm, celebrating Loki’s nineteenth birthday exactly as he asked—; watching nineties films on the sofas, eating junk food, and generally hiding away from everyone and everything.
I gave him the retro Chili Peppers T-shirt that I’d ordered, which he put on straight away, looking fucking edible in the faded red cotton.
“Loki will be pleased that you dressed to match his eyes,” Ash tells me from the doorway, and I look into the mirror to see him leaning against the frame, dressed in black tie. God, he’s gorgeous .
He’s right, I’m wearing a nineteenth-thirties emerald silk dress that is the exact green of Loki’s eyes.
The top part is fairly loose, skimming over my bust, with thin silk straps that come up over my shoulders, falling all the way to my waist in the back, leaving my entire back exposed.
There’s a fitted silk waistband that wraps around me, making my waist appear smaller than it actually is.
The skirt flows around me like water when I move, the front slightly higher than the back—which touches the ground.
I watch as Ash stalks into the room, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and I’m reminded of the night Loki did the same. The night that I was forced to get engaged to Ash. I frown at the memory.
“You look too beautiful to be frowning, my love,” he whispers once he reaches me, his fingers trailing down my spine. My nipples pebble at the touch, a sigh escaping my lips.
“I hate this,” I whisper back, meaning it.
I hate the forced situation, the fact that it’s tainted something that should be so beautiful.
I hate that Loki isn’t here, on his birthday, because he’s having to escort his fiancée—an engagement that he’s also been pushed into—also, to the Valentine’s Ball.
“I know,” he replies, his own brow marred with a frown. He heaves a sigh. “Time to go, Princess.”
I turn to face him, looking up into those unfathomable grey orbs.
“For what it’s worth,” I begin, gazing deeply into the depths of his eyes, my soul trying to touch his. “A part of me loves the fact that I will be your wife.”
I watch as his nostrils flare, a roaring fire blazing in his eyes, his hand alighting on my hip and pulling me closer.
“All of me loves the fact that you will be my wife,” he responds huskily, his grip tightening.
“Loves that I’ll have you in a way they won’t.
” And he takes a deep, pained breath, closing his eyes for a moment.
I know he feels the same guilt that I do, the guilt that comes from liking this situation, even though it’s been forced upon us.
“You ready, Baby Girl?” Jax calls out, striding into the room and breaking the moment.
I heave a sigh of my own, turning to face him and giving him a weak smile. He, like Ash, is wearing black tie and looks devastating.
“Yes,” I reply, shaking myself and taking a step forward. Ash’s hand falls from my hip as Jax holds his out for me to take.
“I might as well make the most of it,” he tells me as we exit the room.
“What?” I ask, my eyebrows dipping as I turn to look at him briefly as we head down the stairs.
“Once we leave this dorm, we can’t touch you, or be overly familiar with you,” Kai says, waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten since we spend all of our time here,” I reply in a quiet voice, biting my lower lip.
We descend into a weighty silence, no one quite knowing what to say.
“Come on, we may as well get this over with,” Ash suddenly says, taking my hand and pulling me to the door. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can come home.”
We follow him, as we always do, squaring our shoulders as if going into battle. I suppose, in a small way, we are. We don’t know how much our movements are being watched and reported back, clearly some are if Julian’s knowledge of my love life is anything to go by.
Chin up, shoulders back, Lilly .
Let’s show them that we’re made of sterner stuff than they think.