Page 28 of Safe (King’s Heart #1)

Landon

I’m just trying to get to my next class, maneuvering around all the guys milling about and taking their sweet-ass time.

I barely ended up getting any sleep last night, too busy with anxious ears, waiting to come to Grant’s rescue again. Or too busy thinking about how amazing his tongue feels when it’s running over my balls. How his mouth is so warm and soft, and how when he?—

Fuck. There I go again.

I shake my head. Despite the fact that I can’t stop thinking about it, he seems completely unbothered. Anytime I’ve seen him in school today, he gives me the same cursory glare he always has. No indication on his face that he’s had my cock halfway to his belly.

I guess that’s a good thing. I don’t know why I expected some type of change in him. Grant has shown me who he is plenty of times. And yet, I let him near my dick.

I still have that annoying voice in the back of my head saying, “You’re crazy for fooling around with Grant. Do you remember what he did to you?!”

And I do. I definitely remember. But… I don’t want to stop. I’ve never had such a mind-numbing, out-of-body-experience orgasm like he gave me.

So maybe I’m just thinking with my dick. And that’s okay, right? It’s what you do at this age. I can look back when I’m thirty and be ashamed.

For now, I’ll just enjoy how he makes my body feel. We’re both using each other to get off. It’s not like we’re in love. It’s all casual and not a big deal.

The torment from his cronies has died down a bit today, now that he doesn’t actively seek me out. I do hear the occasional snide comment pointed in my direction. Something about moms and fucking them. Nothing I can’t handle. Especially while I’m still glowing from coming last night.

There’s a particularly large group of guys forming a circle in the middle of the hall, completely stopped and fucking talking. Like no one has anywhere to go.

I roll my eyes but scoot around them, having to dip into a small alcove with the custodial closet because of how much room they’re taking up.

While I’m walking around them, I’m suddenly jerked to the side, someone grabbing onto my elbow and pulling me into the custodial closet before slamming the door.

“Hey! Get the fuck off of me!” I bark as I shake my elbow from their grasp.

“Settle down,” Grant’s low, gravely voice commands.

The closet is completely dark, so I take my phone out of my pocket, turning on the flashlight and letting the light illuminate the space.

Cleaning supplies litter the shelves that line all the walls, and there’s a mop and bucket shoved in the corner. It’s cluttered as hell, barely leaving any room for us to stand.

A panicked, desperate expression is on his face. His phone vibrates in his pocket, but he quickly silences it and turns his attention back to me.

I know why I’m in here, but I want to hear him say it. I smile. “Can I help you, Grant?”

He narrows his eyes. “Don’t be fucking stupid.”

I use my phone to wave at him before turning toward the door. “Okay. Bye, Grant.”

He immediately grabs onto my arm, loudly sighing. “Ugh. Stop.”

I turn back around, setting my phone down on the shelf next to me so the light points toward the ceiling, casting a soft white glow in the room. Crossing my arms, I look at him. “Just say it, Grant.”

“Say what?”

“Tell me what you need.”

His face is pained as he begrudgingly admits through clenched teeth, “I need you, okay? Just-just do the thing.”

“What thing?” I ask, smiling wider.

He gives me a death glare, and I decide to take pity on him, abruptly dropping my bag and shoving him against the shelf behind him before attacking him with my mouth.

He immediately opens for me and moans. I eat the sound as I shove my tongue in his mouth, taking control and owning it like he wants.

The buzzing from his pocket fills the room, incessant and unyielding. “You need to answer that?” I murmur against his lips.

Pulling himself away, he groans as he reaches into his pocket, pulling his phone out just enough to peek at the caller ID. I see just enough of a flash to read the word “uncle” before he silences it and shoves it back in his pocket. “No. They need to leave me the fuck alone,” he mutters angrily.

The buzzing sound starts up again, and that panicked, desperate look returns as he stares at nothing behind me.

“Hey,” I snap at him, drawing his bright eyes back to me. “Turn off your fucking phone, pet.”

His pupils blow wide, swallowing the pretty green color as he nods, pulling out his phone and powering it off.

I reach up, running my hand over the buzzed hair on his head. “Such a good pet.”

He groans, his head tilting into my touch like an animal being caressed.

Dropping to his knees, he grabs for my belt and tries to undo my pants.

“No. No,” I say, dipping my pelvis away from him.

He looks up at me, annoyed and confused. “What?”

I reach down, grabbing onto his green-and-gold uniform tie, and yank him back up to his feet.

Once he’s in front of me, I slowly wrap my hand around the tie twice before yanking on it again, making his body crash into mine.

He grabs onto my chest and looks up at me from the crumpled position he fell in.

I stare back into his eyes, trying to effuse all the confidence I know he needs. The truth is, I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.

Another thing I did last night to pass the time while I couldn’t sleep, was some… research —watching a few videos showcasing some of the things that two men might do together.

I barely have any experience with girls. And now I’ve suddenly jumped on the “I’m into guys” boat and sailed the fuck away. I needed some fucking guidance.

“I’m going to eat your ass, pet,” I whisper hoarsely, before tugging his face to mine by his tie, placing a quick peck to his lips. “Turn around, grab onto the shelves, and stick your pretty ass out for me.”

He lets out a sharp exhale of breath before pulling his full bottom lip between his teeth and nodding.

Following my orders, he stands and spins, placing his hands on the shelf in front of him and shuffling his feet back until his ass is perched out in the air for me.

I take the few steps to him in a trance. He looks fucking perfect like this. Everything I didn’t know I needed.

My hands grab onto his hips as I slowly press my groin against his ass.

We both groan at the contact, and automatically, my hips begin a slow grind against his crease, my hard cock finding a perfect slot in between his cheeks. Even through our clothes.

Oh my fucking god. Will I get to fuck him eventually? I don’t think I’ll survive that.

I snap out of my reverence when he whines, rolling his hips back against my slow methodical, rocking. Draping my body over his arched back, I latch onto his neck, biting and sucking his skin before pulling back. “Sorry, pet. This ass just feels so good.”

I reach under him, undoing his pants and shimmying them down around his ankles.

He’s left standing there in his white briefs. The cotton stretches obscenely around his cheeks, accentuating how muscled and firm he is.

I drop to my knees, putting my meal in front of my face, and lean forward, biting at his round ass.

He hisses, yet arches for more. So, I give him one extra nip on the other cheek, loving the sound of the little whimper he utters in return.

My hands glide up his backside to grab onto the waist of his briefs, and I slowly drag them down, my eyes devouring every inch of skin as it’s revealed to me.

His skin is so smooth. It doesn’t look real. I have to bring my fingers up to caress it and make sure it’s as perfect as it seems.

The phone light does a shit job of showing me everything. I need a real fucking light in here so I can memorize every detail of this moment. How round his ass is. How beautifully the little red mark where I bit him through his underwear contrasts against his creamy skin.

I take my finger and softly run it down his crease, pushing deeper until I settle on his hole. He shivers, making his ass tremble as my balls thrum when I feel his tight ring pulse under my touch.

“Spread them for me.” I barely manage to croak the words out. His answer is another tiny whine. He reaches back, grabbing onto his cheeks and pulling them apart, showing me his pink little asshole.

Seeing it sparks something in me. My brain buzzes as I lean in, desperate to put my mouth on it. To kiss it. To lick it. To worship it. “Say please, pet. You know I love to hear your slutty mouth say that,” I rasp, each of my words a soft breath of air against his waiting hole.

“Fuck,” he moans. His voice is breathy and strangled, like maybe he’s as wrecked as I am. “P-please. Please. Eat me.”

I stick out my tongue and languidly run it over his hole. He keens at the contact, a tremor running through his legs as I do it again. “ Mfffff . God, yes.”

I sit back a moment, my eyes widening as things start to rearrange in my brain.

It all seemed very tantalizing in the videos, but I wasn’t sure how I’d actually feel in the moment.

Tingles spread all over my body, and a bone-deep craving to lick him until he’s a crying, sweating mess settles inside me.

My chest rises and falls in practically hyperventilating breaths because my mouth isn’t on him.

I need my mouth on him.

I dive back in, alternating between feverishly pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his hole and long, savoring licks up his entire crack as he squirms and moans above me.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan into his skin, turning my head to bite on his ass cheek again, trying to leave an even prettier mark there.

“I love how your wet little hole tastes, pet.” I press more messy kisses to it, letting all my depraved thoughts leak out of me.

“Tastes so fucking good. I wanna eat this all the time. You’ll let me, right, pet?

Let me lick at your sloppy, tight hole until you can’t take it anymore? ”

He lets out a garbled moan as he lets go of his cheeks to grab my hair and smash my face into his ass.

I don’t complain. I’m insatiable. I’ll gladly fucking suffocate to death.

I wildly lick at him as he grinds on my face, his noises growing higher and more desperate—practically wailing at this point. People can probably hear him out in the hall, but I have no fucks to give. All I care about is tasting him. Hearing him. Making him come.

I spread his cheeks again and spear my tongue into his asshole, thrusting it inside the best I can. He helps, still holding onto my hair and guiding my face in and out of him.

The shelf he’s leaning against rattles each time I recklessly plunge my face into his cheeks, making cleaning supplies fall all around us.

He lets go of me to reach in front of his body, starting to furiously stroke himself.

Grabbing onto his hips, I slam my face into him, trying to put my tongue impossibly far into him, wiggling it around.

“Oh, shit. Yes . Just like that. Fuck, Landon. Fuck. Fuck. You’re gonna make me come. Yes, Landon. Yessssss, Landon. ”

He trembles and moans through his release, barely able to stand as he shoots cum on the shelves.

Fuck, yes. God, I love hearing that.

It’s all so fucking hot.

I feel a familiar warmth building in the pit of my stomach. Oh my god. Am I going to?—

“ Uhhhhhhhhh ,” I let out a low, strangled groan as I spill into my pants, my hips fucking the air as I continue to tongue-fuck him through our orgasms.

After one last roll of my hips, I sit back, both of us fighting for breath in the small glowing space. I look down at my crotch, seeing my cum starting to seep through my pants. “Ugh, shit.”

He looks back, his legs still shaky as he gingerly pulls up his pants. He’s completely disheveled. Wet, swollen lips. Tie loose and barely hanging on. Shirt untucked and wrinkled.

I love seeing him like this. The perfect, cocky asshole who wants to be a dick to everyone is wrecked and fucked out. By me.

Something close to possessiveness swims through my veins.

I grab some paper towels off the shelf behind me and shove them down the front of my pants, attempting to wipe my mess out of my underwear.

“Did-did you come in your pants?” he asks quietly, a slight tremor to his usually steady voice. “F-from eating me out?”

I smirk, placing the used paper towels in a trash bag on the floor and walking toward him, grabbing onto the back of his neck.

He stares at me earnestly, his green eyes trapping me in his unwavering attention. “Yeah, I did. You just sound so fucking sexy when you come.”

His mouth parts as he expels a long breath.

Then I do something stupid. I lean in and kiss his forehead. It’s gentle and sweet. Too gentle and sweet. I don’t even know why I do it.

I can feel him freeze beneath my lips. I pull away quickly, immediately starting to talk to him as I grab more paper towels to try to look busy. “So, how do we do this? Should one of us leave first and the other wait a few minutes? I think class started so maybe we should?—”

The sound of the door being wrenched open interrupts me, and I look up just in time to see Grant flee without another word.

I sigh.

Fucking rude. But also, it’s Grant. What exactly did I expect? What did I need? Nothing.

It’s fine.

No feelings. Just sex.