Page 28 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
CHAPTER NINE
LILLY
“ Y ou owe me dessert, fucker!” I admonish, laughing once we reach our dorm, and only then noticing that his trousers are tented, straining with his impressive length pushing against them.
Jesus, I'd forgotten how well endowed he looks.
My pussy clenches and my mouth starts to water as I pray that I’m finally going to see the size of him sans clothes. Hopefully, tonight I’ll get to feel it too.
He slams me up against the door, my heart racing in the best way when he pins my arms above me, swallowing my gasp as he kisses me senseless.
His kiss is full of its usual fire, but also a heart wrenching longing, and somehow, it feels.
..hopeful. Like I might be exactly what he’s been waiting for, for so long.
Everything fades from around us as he leans into me more, tongue stroking mine, playing with me, and nipping my bottom lip.
“Fuck, Lilly,” he groans sexily, his pelvis grinding into me and letting me feel just how hard his cock is. “You're so fucking perfect,” he whispers, nibbling my neck in that sweet spot between my neck and shoulder, making me moan and squirm, desperate for more.
Suddenly, the door swings inwards, and it's only Loki's fast reactions and strong grip that keep me from toppling backwards. I turn my head to see Jax standing there, his mouth parted and his rippling muscles rigid as he gazes at us.
“I'm going to the gym,” he rumbles out in his dark as night’s sky voice.
My spine tingles at the sound, then I experience a flash of guilt given that I’m in his friend’s arms with his rigid dick pressed up against me.
“We're going to bed,” Loki taunts, a devilish grin on his face which is comical as my lipstick is smeared all over his mouth.
I turn to look at Jax and see a moment of pure rage in his piercing gaze, my head jerking back at the intensity of it before it disappears. The two boys stare at one another in a sort of standoff, Loki with a roguish twinkle in his eyes, before Jax moves aside to let us pass with a huff.
Loki reaches round and picks me up, hands under my arse, leaving me little choice but to wrap my legs round him as best I can. Not easy in a fucking full nineteen-fifties dress and net petticoat.
I can see Jax narrow his eyes as Loki takes me up the stairs, and I hear the front door slam hard, jumping in Loki’s arms from the sound when we reach the top.
“Loki!” I tell him off, only partly joking, and smack his bicep as he sets me down on my heels.
“Don't worry, Pretty Girl, he just needs a little nudge is all,” he grins, my brows dip in confusion at his words as he goes to sit on the bed, leaning back on his arms and looking every inch the fallen angel that he is.
He presses something on his watch, and James Bay’s acoustic version of Wild Love begins to play, effectively making me forget my train of thought. This guy is so smooth he'd give Casanova a run for his money.
“Now. What pretty lace are you wearing for me tonight?” he asks, his gaze an emerald fire as he takes me in from my sparkly shoes to my flowing hair.
“How do you know I'm wearing anything?” I tease, lowering my tone and popping a hip out, making his auburn eyebrows raise and the heat build in his eyes.
“I guess we'll see, won't we?” he responds cockily, giving me a little nod. Arrogant arsehole.
I pause for a moment, wondering if I should make him suffer for that, then decide fuck it with a shrug as I walk over to him, turning round and looking over my shoulder through my lashes.
“Zip, please,” I ask, shivering when I feel his fingers brush my exposed shoulder blades as he reaches for it. He undoes it slowly, building the tension between us higher.
I step away once he's finished, taking my arms out of the cap sleeves and letting it fall down to my waist. I then do a totally sexy shimmy, pushing my dress and petticoat down over my hips and letting it pool on the ground in a sea of flames and frothy red net.
I'm left wearing my red sheer panelled corset with plunging cups and thin straps to keep the girls in place.
A matching thong and high lace topped stockings, with a red seam down the back, complete the set.
I step out of the pile of fabric at my feet and sway towards Loki on the bed, keeping my red sequin heels on.
His eyes are a raging inferno, and he's no longer lounging back, but sitting bolt upright, his hands clenched in the sheets.
“Fucking hell, Lilly,” he gasps out, and a shiver breaks out all over my body, pebbling my nipples to hard points under the fabric, with the way he chokes out my name. “Just...fucking incredible,” he murmurs as I reach him.
His hands instantly go to my waist, fingers splaying as he starts to explore every inch of me.
He groans when his fingers spread over my bare arse, palming each cheek with enough force to leave bruises on my skin, and have me gasping in pleasurable pain.
The idea that he's marked me sends another pleasurable shudder down my spine.
He pulls me closer, and in one smooth move, he flips us so that he's lying on top of me on the bed, hips between my thighs, and I can feel his hard length pressing against my clit. I squirm, trying to increase the pressure and ease the ache that has started to build there.
He makes a tsking noise before smiling, looking deep into my eyes.
“You are a goddess, Lilly Darling, and I intend to worship at your altar all fucking night.”
He starts to move his way down my body, giving me little nips through the lace fabric as he goes.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he lifts one leg and drapes it over his shoulder, and then does the same with the other.
Slowly, he pulls my thong aside, and a low growl tumbles from him as he sees how wet my core is.
“Such a fucking goddess,” he mumbles as he lowers his head to my aching pussy, and I feel his hot breath fanning along my folds.
In one long stroke, he licks me from my slit to my clit, my hips bucking up and eyes closing with the excruciating pleasure that courses through me at the contact.
“Loki…” I moan, my hands reaching down and tangling in his red hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. He chuckles, and I swear I feel the vibrations in my very centre.
Then, he begins to lick, suck, and basically destroy me with his tongue.
Like his kiss, it's as if he's a starving man and I'm the first meal he's had in years.
He lavishes my clit with his clever tongue, nipping it with his teeth until the sensitive bundle of nerves is firing off electric pulses all over my body.
Just when I think that I can take no more, he moves to my opening and starts tongue fucking me, thrusting in and out and driving me wild.
I manage to crack my eyelids open and look down to see his auburn locks tangled in my fingers, his head rocking with the movement of eating me out.
It's so fucking sexy, I can feel myself tipping into nirvana.
My fingers tighten their grip, making him growl, which sends me hurtling off the edge into the blissful abyss.
When I come back to the land of the living, I look up to see him kneeling, naked, dick hard and dripping precum. I catch a glint at the tip, and yep, it’s fucking pierced. He’s got an honest to god Prince Albert. Fucking yum!
His beautiful, plump mouth is glistening with my juices, and as I watch, his tongue comes out, licking his lips, savouring the taste of me.
“Best fucking dessert ever,” he says smugly, whilst I relearn how to breathe. He leans over to grab the foil packet of a condom from the drawer next to us, and opening it, slides the rubber onto his length.
He crawls back up my body, hovering above me, his cock nudging my entrance, teasing.
He stays that way, staring into my eyes with a look that sets my pulse racing.
His arms are on either side of my face, his flaming hair falling down round his forehead.
I reach up to push it back, loving how soft it is, like the finest silk.
I hear Mine by Joseph Vincent start to play, and as he pushes into me, he starts to sing along in a sexy, raspy voice that sets me alight.
Oh. My. Fucking. God!
You'd think it would be awkward and cheesy as fuck, someone singing to you whilst they fuck you. But it's not. Not at all. In fact, it feels like he's...making love to me, gazing into my eyes and singing about not wasting time and making me his. You're just imagining things, Lilly .
His pace is slow, leisurely pumping his hips in time to the music whilst he sings along. He's still looking intensely into my eyes, and I'm just fucking melting, my hands grasping his hair, his biceps, his body as he sends the best kind of chills cascading all over me.
His voice is so beautiful, deep and gravelly, caressing my body, and sending goosebumps pebbling across my skin.
He's winding me up so tight, like a coil ready to explode as he pumps in and out of me, undulating his hips in the most delicious way, and hitting my g-spot with his piercing every damn time.
I start to feel the burn of another orgasm as it sweeps over me, and I cry out, raking my nails down his back and arms. He doesn't pause or even slow down, causing shockwaves to ripple through me and keeping my orgasm tingling.
“Loki, fuck!” I gasp out as he grabs a leg and hooks it over his shoulder, going deeper and pounding harder until I'm seeing fucking stars, a third orgasm hitting me like a fucking tsunami.
His thrusts become jagged and disjointed as he comes with a roar, releasing my leg then collapsing on top of me, breathing hard, and I can feel his heart pounding like a freight train.
“Jesus, Lilly,” he breathes out after a few minutes, still sheathed inside me. He lifts his head and nuzzles my neck, then moves up to my lips and I can still taste myself on him.
“That was…” he starts, still panting and holding me tightly, looking into my eyes like he's trying to fuse our souls together. “That was fucking incredible!”