Page 16 of Triumphant Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #3)

Preston

W e should be heading to our next class, but that idea sounds utterly boring.

Instead, as Declan and I walk down the hall, I wait until we’re passing a supply closet and grab his hand, yanking him inside, shutting and locking the door behind us.

“What the hell?” I swallow his protest, my lips crashing against his. He moans, and the sound goes right to my cock.

How the fuck have I been so stupid and blind?

I’ve had one of the best men I’ve ever known by my side for years now, and I’ve been too caught up in my own bullshit to see what he really was to me.

He’s been the only person in my life until Sadie that I’ve been comfortable enough to be even the slightest bit vulnerable with. He’s not just a best friend, he’s my person. At least one of them.

Since pulling my head out of my ass and allowing myself to see the reality of my feelings, I’ve been on this high.

Is this what happiness is? Because it sure as fuck isn’t something I’ve experienced before. It’s both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

“Mhhmm,” I hum, pulling his lower lip between my teeth, biting down hard and making him whimper. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Preston,” he breathes my name, his hips rocking forward, his thick cock grinding against mine. It’s mostly dark in here, the only light coming from the small window near the ceiling on the other side of the room.

It’s enough for me to see the desire in his eyes. Fuck, I love how needy he gets for me.

“I want you so fucking bad.” I kiss him again, harder this time, our tongues dancing together.

“I’m yours. Take me.” He whimpers when we come up for air, fisting my shirt. “Please, Preston.”

“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all fucking day.

” My chest heaves, my eyes wild with need.

The power he and Sadie have over me is shocking.

And as much as the side of me that wants to protect myself from getting hurt is telling me to run, to shut down before it’s too late, I won’t.

I can’t. Because if I do, I'll lose them. And I’d rather die than not have them in my life.

“Then do something about it,” he huffs impatiently.

Raising a brow, I take a step back. “Getting bratty with me now, are we?”

“No,” he rushes out, his eyes widening as he quickly reaches for me. “No, wait.”

“You want me so badly, Declan?” I raise my hand, brushing my fingers along his jaw.

I love the way his breath catches and his body shudders at my touch.

“Yes.” He licks his lips, chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

“How badly?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

“I’m so hard it hurts.” He groans. “I want you inside me, Preston. I want your thick cock filling me up until I feel like I can’t breathe. I need to feel our bodies connect, to give me something only you can.”

“Sadie’s filled this tight hole before,” I point out, running my hands over his ass, then grip his cheeks and pull him towards me.

“Not that.” His eyes lower to my lips, following my tongue as I run it across the bottom one. “Your cum. I want you to fill me with your cum.”

Now those are the words that have something feral inside me going off like alarm bells.

With a growl, my lips find his again. We’re a mess of tongue and teeth as I undo his slacks and shove them down over his ass before spinning him around. Grabbing his arms, I place them on the wall in front of him.

“Bend down, ass out,” I demand, making quick work of getting my slacks undone and my aching cock out.

With a whimpering moan, Declan slides his hands down the wall a little and widens his stance, popping his perfect ass out into the air.

“Look at you.” I groan, my hand trailing along the curve of his firm ass, before giving his cheek a hard slap. “So needy for me. I fucking love how eager you are. My desperate little cum slut, wanting me to fill this hole.”

I’m on fire, every cell in my body screaming with the need for this man. The desire to consume every part of him. To own him, mind, body, and soul.

For him to feel so comfortable with me, trusting me with his body so openly like this means everything to me. I don’t deserve his trust, but I’m sure as fuck grateful for it, and I won’t ever dare to take advantage of it.

His body trembles in anticipation, his quick breathing filling the small space.

“Such a good boy,” I murmur, running my hands over his cheeks.

“Presenting yourself for me. Waiting for me to do whatever I fucking please to this tight little hole.” Parting his cheeks, I lean forward and spit.

He sucks in a gasp before thrusting his ass towards me.

Grinning, I run the tip of my finger over the tight ring, spreading my saliva before slipping a finger inside.

The groan he makes has my cock twitching, pre-cum dripping from the tip and down my shaft.

Knowing we don’t have much time, I do the best I can to prep him until he’s taking three of my fingers before pulling them free, making him whimper at the loss.

“You ready, baby boy?” I ask, rubbing the tip of my cock against his hole, smearing my pre-cum for extra lube.

“Is this ass ready to take my cock? To swallow me whole like a good fucking boy?”

“Yes,” he nearly sobs, body nearly shaking now. “Fuck me, Preston. Use me. Fill me.”

“Mhhm,” I hum, gripping his hip with one hand before spitting on the other and coating my cock, mixing it with my pre-cum. “Since you asked so nicely.”

I’m unable to look away, watching in fucking rapture as I push inside him, seeing where we’re joined together. It sends a pure primal rush through every inch of my body.

“Oh fuck,” he sobs out, a fist pounding against the wall.

I let out a choked growl as he tightens around me, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“So fucking tight,” I rasp out, burying myself to the hilt. “You’re fucking strangling my cock, Declan. Trying to keep me inside you, aren’t you?”

He lets out a moan, ass thrusting back to let me know he needs me to move.

Draping my body over his, I press a kiss to his sweaty neck. “Look at me, Declan,” I demand.

His head snaps to the side, heavy breaths fanning my lips. “Be a good boy and hold on tight while I wreck this pretty little hole like I fucking own it,” I growl, nipping at his lower lip before straightening up.

Unable to hold back any longer, I pull all the way out before giving him a punishing thrust.

He cries out, the sound fucking music to my ears.

“That's it, baby,” I grunt as I start to pound into him. “Cry for me. Show me how much you fucking love this cock.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Declan sobs out helplessly, letting his head hang. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

“You feel like fucking heaven,” I groan.

With each thrust, I lose myself more and more. The pleasure is taking control of all my senses, filling me with the need to own him, but also wanting to make him feel good too.

Burying myself inside him, I grab him by the back of the hair and yank him upright, bringing his body flush to mine. “What are you doing to me?” I ask, growling in his ear. “I say I want to own you, but in reality, it’s you who fucking owns me.”

“What about Sadie?” he whimpers.

“I love how much you want to include her, but remember what she said?” I wrap my hand around his needy cock.

“What we have together is its own thing. What I feel for you, I feel for her too. The way you make me feel, how much I want and love you. I feel the same way about her. Don’t think that by you being with me, you’re taking anything away from her.

Just relax. Just feel. This is all new to me, too.

We’re doing this together. Just me and you. ”

“Okay.” He nods his head.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” he responds without hesitation. Fuck, does that ever hit me in the feels.

Grinding my teeth together, I fight back the sting in my eyes.

“I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you doubt whether my feelings for you are real or not.

They are. And I’m done fighting it. I told you.

You deserve someone who’s all in. Both you and Sadie do.

And I am. It’s just not going to look like it might with the others.

Just give me time, okay? I promise, when I can, the whole world will know who owns me. ”

“I love you.” He squirms in my arms.

“And I fucking love you,” I growl, biting his neck hard. He moans, relaxing into my touch. “Now, be a good fucking boy and let me make you cum.”

I start to jerk him off as I thrust up into his ass. Over and over, I hit his prostate, making him fall apart for me.

His breathing is heavy as he gasps for air, his body trembling as we both are pushed higher and higher.

He feels too fucking good wrapped around me. My balls are heavy, needing release, to fill him up with every last fucking drop.

“I’m close.” Declan moans, fucking himself into my hand as I pound into his ass.

Every muscle in my body screams as I work him over, my wrist moving faster and faster.

“So am I.” I grunt. “Are you going to be a good boy and take everything I give you?”

“Yes.” He nods his head where it’s lying against my shoulder.

“Are you going to give me what I want?”

“W-what do you want?” He’s breathless, tripping over his words.

“I want you to be a dirty little cum slut and cover this wall with your release,” I growl, nipping at his earlobe.

“Oh fuck,” he sobs.

“Come on, baby boy. Do as you're told.” I need him to cum, I’m so close to losing myself in this man that I’m not going to be able to hold back.

I work him over, every sound of pleasure driving me fucking wild.

“Fuck,” I growl, my hand around his cock tightening while I wrap the hand that was gripping his hip around his throat. “I fucking love the sounds you make for me, Declan. Listening to you lose yourself in me, knowing I’m making you feel this good, makes me feel like a fucking king.”

The sound that leaves him is my undoing. Declan lets out a strangled cry, his cock jerking in my hand, shooting out ropes of cum, splashing against the wall like I wanted.