Page 16 of Triumphant Kings

I struggle to get to my feet, my limbs shaky, my mind a lust-filled mess. He helps me, and the moment I’m upright, he‘s shoving me backwards onto the bed.

“Was that your first time sucking cock?” Preston asks, his fingers moving to undo the buttons on his shirt.

I nod my head, captivated by the way his fingers move and flex with every button, excitement and anticipation filling me, wanting to see every inch of him naked.

“So I’m your first?" The question sounds smug and primal.

“Yes.” My eyes flick up to his.

“Has anyone taken that sweet ass of yours?” he asks, head cocking to the side as he rids himself of his shirt.

My eyes drop to his chest, and I swallow hard as I take in all his firm muscles.

“Declan,” he asks, amusement in his voice. “I asked you a question. Has anyone fucked your ass before?”

Gaze snapping up to his, a blush heats my cheek. “Yes,” I whisper. His eyes go dark in jealousy, and while it’s so damn sexy, I don’t want him thinking the wrong idea. “Sadie. She’s...”

I don’t finish the sentence, but I don’t have anything to be embarrassed about because the groan that leaves him tells me helikes it. “I want to watch her fuck you while I’m balls deep inside her perfect cunt,” he growls.

“Yes,” I moan, wanting that so damn badly.

Once Preston is fully naked, standing before me like a fallen god, I whimper.

“You want me, baby boy?” he asks, leaning forward to run his hands under my shirt. Every place his fingers touch sets me on fire, a full-body shiver taking over.

“Yes,” I rasp out. “So bad.”

He pinches my nipples, and my eyes roll back into my head. I want him so badly it hurts. Need him inside me like I need my next breath.

He helps me out of my clothes, undressing me like I’m a gift on Christmas morning.

When he leans back, getting a good look at my now naked body, I feel sexy and wanted. “Fuck,” he whispers, licking his lips. His eyes flick up to mine. “I’ve never wanted another man like I want you, Declan. Never even gave one a second glance. But you? There’s something about you that drives me wild. You're sweet, kind, loving, loyal, and so incredibly sexy. And all fucking mine.”

Emotion stings the back of my eyes, but Preston doesn’t get the chance to see the tears that slip free because the next second, he’s wrapping his lips around my cock and sucking me down his throat.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out, my back bowing as my eyes slam shut.

Mortification fills me as the realization that I'm about to cum hits me. I can’t stop it, I'm too worked up and too far gone.

A choked whimper leaves me as my orgasm crashes over me. My cock jerks, filling his mouth with my release.

Preston swallows every last drop down the best he can as he continues to work his mouth over my cock.

“Mmm,” he hums as he pulls back, my wet cock slapping my lower belly as he does. “Didn’t think I’d like the taste, but you taste so fucking good.”

I don’t open my eyes, emotions hitting me so hard. I’m on the edge of breaking down, knowing any second I’m going to start crying.

I’m such a fucking loser.

“Hey,” Preston’s tone changes into something softer. “Declan, baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I rasp out, voice shaking.

“Fuck, are you crying?” His hand cups my face, but I refuse to open my eyes. “Baby, what‘s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, shaking with embarrassment.

“Sorry for what?” he asks, sounding confused.