Page 31 of The Lost Kings

“Did it ever occur to you that perhaps we don’t want you to be introduced to anyone else?” Kingston started tracing a path over Presley’s hand.

I added, “We aren’t going to entrust you to some idiot high schooler. You want your first kiss, you’ll give it to one of us.”

She threw her head back against the headrest and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m not kissing one of you.”

“Of course you’re not. You’re kissing both of us.”

Her head snapped over to Kingston, but he didn’t wait for her to come to terms with it.

He pulled her over his hips until she was straddling him.

Her brown tresses fell, and the ends kissed the top of my brother’s thighs.

I focused on her nails, and how her hands went to his shoulders to balance herself.

“No one will ever know, mi reina. It’s our secret, just relax and close your eyes, okay?”

Her chest was rising and falling so fast, it was impossible not to stare at or feel my own pulse begin to race.

This was what I had wanted for so long, but it felt horrifying that I was watching it all unfold with someone else.

I had dreamt of those hips cradling mine.

I had dreamt of that hair tickling the tops of my thighs and those pert breasts heaving in front of my face.

“Okay,” Pres finally whispered, keeping her gaze on Kingston, but then her brows knitted. “What if I don’t know what to do and what if?—”

Kingston pulled her chin down until their lips met. Everything seemed silent and loud at once, maybe there was something erupting in my eardrums or my heart. Everything felt too reckless as I watched my brother move his jaw to the side and take Presley’s face to help her match his rhythm.

I had to push down the anger and the jealousy and remember that this was for her. All of this, every second of it was for her. We were the only two people in her life who would push down our own needs and our own desires and put her first.

So I tried to encourage her by scooting into the spot she’d vacated. “Does that feel good, Pres? You look perfect from here.”

Presley pulled back, breathing hard. “Yeah, it feels good but, King, your phone is digging into my thigh.”

I gave a little snort while Kingston pulled her chin back in and resumed kissing her.

“Why don’t you try to rub against his phone, Pres. See if it makes you feel good.”

Presley froze for a second and I worried I’d freaked her out, but then she slowly shifted her hips the smallest bit and my brother let out a groan.

“Can you rub faster, Pres?” I asked, before deciding to place my hand against her ass and guide her. If this was as close as I was going to get, then I’d fucking touch her.

Every time she moved back and her ass pushed into my palm, I’d push her forward again.

I had no doubt that my brother was about to cum in his jeans any second at the rate Elvis was going and how hard they were making out.

Had she even noticed how comfortable she’d gotten with kissing and how naturally she was flowing with Kingston’s movements?

Smacking and sucking sounds filled the car as the two began to get lost in the chaos of their lips, the touch, her pussy moving over his cock.

Kingston finally pulled away, looking slightly dazed and a lot like he was in love. Presley’s eyes were still shut as she panted and traced her tongue over her bottom lip.

My brother didn’t glance at me as he ground out. “Now let Gio taste you, Presley. Remember, we don’t have to tell anyone this happened. We can feel what we feel and just let go. You’re still uptight. I want you to try and let go with Gio, okay?”

I was already hard from watching her kiss my brother; she’d feel it instantly.

Finally her eyes opened and her lashes fluttered. “That was okay?”

Kingston placed his hands under Presley’s ass and pulled her back over himself with another groan. “It was fucking perfect, Pres. Wanna know a secret?”

She nodded while crawling off his lap and slowly getting into mine, mirroring the exact position she’d had with him. The second she’d settled over me, her eyes went wide, feeling the exact thickness she felt under him.

“That wasn’t my phone,” Kingston whispered, “it was my cock.”

Her mouth parted while her blue eyes grew wide; those thick black lashes fluttered against her freckled skin, and I grew even thicker underneath her .

Kingston added, “You made me hard, and I bet you made Gio hard too.”

She looked down at my mouth and I didn’t wait for her to connect all the dots. I just pressed my mouth to hers.

Smooth and perfect, her lips molded to mine as her hands went around my neck.

She seemed instantly more comfortable having already done this with Kingston.

She tasted like berry lip balm and smelled like fresh cut grass: a day spent in the sun and something that itched under my skin that felt like home, like forever.

She began rocking over my hardness like she had with Kingston.

“Just let go, Pres. No one ever has to know what we do in here. Do whatever you want to do,” Kingston encouraged her with a low murmur.

I had a feeling he was going to pull himself out any second and begin stroking his erection. If he was as hard and as aching as I was, then I didn’t blame him.

His words seemed to land because Presley spread her legs wider, which allowed for more contact between her thighs and my aching cock.

Presley’s hot tongue swept into my mouth as she dry-humped me.

“Just like that, Pres. You’re so perfect,” Kingston praised.

Presley began moaning into my mouth and it was so fucking hot that I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her to me so tight that it pushed her tits closer and encouraged her to move her hips over mine faster.

Suddenly she tipped her head back and let out a loud gasp before a slew of curses left those perfect lips. Her hips snapped forward and slid back so fast, she had to be coming.

“Shit,” Kingston muttered before letting out a groan. “I’m going to pull myself out, Pres, I have to. We’re never gonna fucking talk about this, but I’m about to come and I’m not doing it in my jeans.”

“What do I do?” Presley rasped, slowly coming down from her orgasm .

Kingston had already started stroking himself.

“Move back, let Gio pull himself out. You can watch us…”

She was mesmerized watching him, her eyes wide and mouth gaping.

“Should I move?”

She sat back enough that I could unzip my jeans and ever so slowly, I pulled my throbbing cock out of my boxers. The tip was soaked and weeping with precum.

“Stay exactly where you are, and just watch, Elvis.”

Presley’s eyes grew as she slid her gaze from my engorged erection to Kingston’s.

Being nude around my brother had never bugged me, and I’d caught him jacking off more times than I cared to admit, but this…

this felt different. I didn’t dare look at him.

Didn’t want to pop whatever strange, perfect bubble this was where the girl of our dreams welcomed us both to that lustful, yet curious gaze of hers.

I desperately wanted her eyes on me. I needed her to watch me as I came from what she’d done to me. My hand moved faster, the strokes growing shorter but firmer as I watched her pouty bottom lip get sucked between her teeth, and then the tingling started in my spine, and I grew desperate.

“Unbutton your jeans, Pres, and lift up your shirt. We need a place to release,” I whispered, still stroking my dick.

I imagined what it would be like if she touched me, or she licked me.

I could hear my brother’s moans and the sound of his hand moving over his slickness while I watched Presley do exactly as I said.

“Get back in the middle, on your back,” Kingston rasped. “Keep your shirt lifted.”

She did exactly as Kingston said, as we adjusted for her to fit back in between us. She watched us both with an awestruck expression on her face.

“I’m gonna come.” Kingston swore and then shifted so he pressed his knee into the seat and held his cock over Presley’s stomach. I was right behind him, mirroring his movements.

With one hand, I held my cock, and the other, I pulled the top part of Presley’s jeans down so when I came, it was all over the lacey black part of her underwear.

“Fuckkkkkkkk.”

Right as I came, my brother did as well with a heaving curse and ropes of white seed that coated across Presley’s belly button.

It was quiet in the car, only our breathing could be heard as we all remained still.

Finally, Presley delicately touched her stomach and over her mound, which was covered by lace.

“Is this normal, what we did?” she whispered, smearing her fingers into the mess.

It made me hard again, but I had to put myself away before we did something even worse.

Presley inspected her fingers while her chest still heaved. My brother had put his cock away too and was now adjusting himself.

“Yes, it’s normal,” I explained even as lust still coated my voice.

She continued to stare at her fingers. “I mean this part…the…on my stomach and over my underwear.”

“Yes, Pres. Although, I’d preferred to have come on your face or even across your tits. I can assure you, it’s very normal.”

She stared at me, then Kingston, and then slowly brought her fingers up to her mouth and muttered quietly.

“We’re never talking about it outside of the car, right?”

I swallowed thickly, while Kingston nodded. “Never.”

Then she slowly began cleaning the mess off her fingers by lapping at it with her tongue.

“Shit,” I rasped while King muttered something else.

“Do you—” I started, still completely mystified and unsure if what happened had really just happened. “Do you have any questions about any of this?”

She slowly began buttoning her jeans while pushing her shirt down over the mess, which made me feel guilty. We should have brought something for her to clean up with, but it wasn’t like we were planning for this to happen .

“No…but if I have questions, and we’re not supposed to ever talk about it again, how does that work?”

“Google?” I joked, which had her smirking and lightly hitting my chest.

I smiled, and as we drove home, things felt different but not wrong.

Then, as we walked up the steps to the manor, Presley lightly touched our fingers with hers before quietly saying, “Thank you for giving me that. I’ll cherish it forever.”

I stopped walking because the weight of her words felt too thick and heavy. It was a weight that I wasn’t sure what to do with, but at the same time, I felt like I could fly, if only I were brave enough to try.

She made me feel all of those things, and when I looked at the pained expression on my brother’s face, I had a feeling he felt the exact same thing.

Which meant we were completely and utterly fucked.