Page 11 of Triumphant Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #3)

Grayson

I might have a cocky grin on my face, but I’m panicking on the inside.

She caught me with my hand around my dick while watching videos of her playing with herself as I got myself off.

From hidden cameras that she has no idea about.

I know this is a very big violation of her privacy, yet I did it anyway.

I’m fucked in the head, I’ve come to terms with that a long time ago. I just never thought she’d find out. And sure as hell not like this.

This is it. This is how we end.

She’s probably going to lose her shit when she snaps out of the little haze she’s in and kicks my ass.

“Like what you saw?” I ask, voice low and husky.

Yeah, Grayson, dig yourself deeper, why don’t you?

“W-what is this?” she asks, body still vibrating from the orgasm she just had.

Wait... she totally just got herself off while watching me. Huh. Maybe she’s not as appalled by this as I thought she would be.

“Umm...” I lick my lips. No lying yourself out of this one, buddy. Fess up to our Pretty Girl, and maybe this won't end in a blazing fire. I blow out a breath. Here goes nothing. “I have a kink.”

She blinks a few times. “A kink.”

I nod slowly. “A form of voyeurism of sorts.”

Her brows furrow together. “Voyeurism, that’s enjoying watching people have sex, right?”

“Yes, but not quite. For me, I don’t get off on watching just anyone.” I start, slowly tucking my dick back into my boxers. “I don’t enjoy watching random people have sex.”

“You don’t?” Her question comes out low, shaky, as she steps deeper into the room, the door falling shut behind her.

She’s not calling me names, not telling me I’m disgusting, so I let a bit of my panic ease.

“Nope.” I slowly bring my hand to my mouth. She watches the movement, eyes locked on the bit of cum on the side of it.

“W-who do you like to watch then?” She asks, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

“The only person I like to watch is you,” I murmur low, tongue flicking out to lick the cum clean.

Her pupils darken as she exhales a shuddering breath.

It takes everything in me not to groan. Fuck me, my Pretty Girl is turned on by all of this.

I could be wrong, but I think my girl is a lot freakier than she’s allowed herself to admit.

I shouldn’t be surprised. The reason we even ended up together is because she came to us to show her just how amazing sex can be when done with the right person.

Each of us showed her something new, showed her different sides of herself that she didn’t know were inside of her.

But knowing my girl is not only not repulsed by my kinks, but turned on by them, has my cock rock hard and ready to go again.

She’s fucking perfect. I knew she was the one for me the moment I laid eyes on her all those years ago.

If she did take off running, I don’t think I’d be able to let her go. Might even have to tie her up until she sees reason.

“Me?” she blinks.

“Only you, Pretty Girl.” I tilt my head to the side. “But you like that, don’t you? You like that it drives me wild to watch you touch yourself when you think no one is watching.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows hard.

“So the tower wasn’t the only time?” she asks, ignoring my question.

I shake my head slowly.

“How long?”

Licking my lips, I sit up in my chair. “A while.” My heart hammers in my chest.

Her brows rise. “So, you’ve been stalking me? Before we even started something?”

My lips kick into a grin. “You could say that.”

“Why?” she asks, surprising me.

“Why what?”

“Why me?”

I groan, rolling my chair forward to grab her thighs and tug her down into my lap. I’m still a mess, my cum growing cold on my skin and making a mess of my shirt.

She goes willingly, seating herself over the bulge of my cock, making us both groan in pleasure.

“Why you?” I ask her, lifting my hand up to tuck some hair behind her ear.

She looks so beautiful right now, face still flushed from her release.

“Because you're everything, Sadie. You're smart, kind, loyal. You make me laugh. Since the moment I met you, every time I laid eyes on you, everything inside my chest went wild.” I grab one of her hands and place it over my thundering heart. “You own me without even trying. My heart, my soul, my everything. Even when I couldn’t have you, you were all I ever wanted. How could I not be obsessed with you when you're the greatest human I’ve ever had the pleasure of having in my life?”

“Grayson.” Her voice cracks.

“I love you, Sadie. And for the longest time, I thought I’d never have you. That you would never be mine. I couldn’t accept that. I needed you in any way I could get you. So, I set up a few cameras so I could have a piece of you no matter what.”

Her chest rises and falls with every quick breath, pupils blown black with arousal. I know I have her, that this isn’t going to scare her away.

So I decide to take it to another level, to show her why I’m so obsessed with her.

“Let me show you.” I grip her hips and lift her to her feet, following after her.

Spinning her around to face the monitors on the wall, I lean over and press a few buttons, bringing up one of my favorite clips of her.

“This is my favorite one. I’ve watched it so many times I know it by heart. I can close my eyes and replay every second of it,” I murmur, brushing her hair off her shoulder to press a soft kiss to her neck.

Her breath sharpens, making me grin against her flesh.

Pressing play, I let her watch too.

It’s of her in her old room, from her little cottage on campus.

She’s alone in her room, fully naked, sprawled out on the bed. Her legs are bent, knees up, and pussy on display with her fingers deep inside.

“You look so relaxed, so lost in your pleasure,” I say against her skin. My hands slowly glide down her sides, stopping at her hips. Gripping them, I pull her back so that her ass meets my hard cock. I groan softly as she rolls her hips, grinding her ass against me.

“I love how you touch yourself, your hands feeling up every perfect curve.” Taking her hand in mine, I bring it under her shirt, sliding it over her belly. She sucks in a breath, and my cock twitches.

I keep going until her hand is over one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze with my hand over hers.

She whimpers, and the sound shoots right to my cock.

“Do you know how beautiful it is to watch you worship your own body? To take what you need with confidence?”

Her body trembles in my hold.

As we watch her on the screen, I do my best to follow her movements in the video.

Taking our hands, I slide them back down her body, stopping at her waistband.

“I love how skilled your fingers are,” I growl, leaving open-mouth kisses on her throat and slipping our hands into her pants, down to cover her wet pussy.

“How they move elegantly through your folds.” I slide our fingers through her mess. “Then come back up to take care of that needy little bud.” Bringing our fingers up, I press the tip of our middle fingers to her clit. Adding pressure, I move them in a circle.

She lets out a cry of pleasure, her knees buckling. I hold her up, wrapping my other arm around her belly, keeping her pressed to me as I continue to help her play.

As badly as I want to be inside her right now, playing with her like this is so much fun.

Sadie’s a mess right now, whimpering, rocking her hips, panting heavily as she leans back into me. I love her like this, at my mercy, letting me do whatever I want to her.

“Look.” I nip at her shoulder. “Watch as you slip your fingers deep inside yourself, pumping them in and out.” I do as she does in the video, sliding our fingers in together.

She gasps as they stretch her pussy open, her other hand shoots out to grip my arm, nails digging into my skin, making me moan.

In and out, I pump our fingers, her arousal coating them, allowing them to move with ease.

“I’m so close,” she sobs, her head lying against my shoulder as we work over her needy little cunt.

“Cum for me, Pretty Girl. Cum like you did in the video. Squeeze our fingers with this messy pussy as you cum like a good girl.”

“Oh fuck. Oh god.”

“No, no, no.” I chuckle, grinding my cock against her ass.

“That's not the name you’re about to scream in the video. Whose is it, Sadie? Who’s the one you’re thinking about as you fuck your fingers so damn prettily?

Who owns this pussy, Pretty Girl? Who’s about to make you fucking see stars? ” I growl, demanding her answer.

“Grayson!” she screams my name as she lets herself fall over the edge.

“That's it,” I praise, using my free hand to turn her face towards me.

I kiss her hungrily as I continue to force our fingers in and out of her, her walls gripping us greedily as she shudders in my arms. “Such a good fucking girl,” I growl against her lips as she gasps for air.

“My dirty girl. You see why that's my favorite video? Do you know how fucking honored I was to know you were thinking of me when you touched yourself? That it was my name on your sweet lips as you drenched your hand?”

“Grayson,” she whimpers, her eyes dazed, lips swollen.

“What, Pretty Girl? What do you want? What do you need?” I ask, brushing my lips against hers. “I’ll give you anything you want. All you gotta do is ask.”

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Please, I need you. I need you inside me.”

“Mmm.” I hum. “That is something I’d be thrilled to do.” I suck her lower lip into my mouth and bite softly. She moans, and I grin. “How about we make a little video of our own, huh?”

She blinks at me and chooses now to blush. I laugh.

“You mean...” She looks towards the screens, then back to me.

Eyes locked on hers, I free our hands and bring them to my lips, opening my mouth to slide them in and suck them clean.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, and I grin around our digits while swirling my tongue around them before pulling them free and licking my lips.

“What do you say?”

She slowly nods her head, as if in a daze. “Okay.”