Page 17 of Triumphant Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #3)

“Yes,” I grunt, fucking him through his release as I continue to stroke his cock.

My eyes roll back at the grip his ass has on my cock, and I bite down on his shoulder, letting out a guttural roar as my own release wracks through my body.

Cock pulsing violently inside of him, ropes of cum filling him up, sending a rush through me.

The only sound in the tiny space around us is our heavy gasps as we struggle to catch our breath.

“That was... fuck.” Declan sighs contentedly.

Pressing my lips against his sweaty neck, I kiss him softly, smiling against his throat.

I’m hit hard with this need to hold him, to be close to him as I wrap my arms around him.

“It was fucking amazing,” I murmur, closing my eyes as I breathe in his scent.

How have I denied myself this for so fucking long?

Because I’m an idiot, that's why.

We stand there in each other's embrace for a few moments, his head against my shoulder, my face buried in his neck.

It feels like this is where I should be, a sense of home.

“Preston?” His soft voice breaks the silence that surrounds us.

“Mhhmm?”

“I love you.”

With another deep inhale, I swallow hard, emotions I’m not yet used to getting to me. “I love you, too.”

We enjoy a few more seconds together before he speaks again. “We should probably get to class. It’s our first day back, we don’t wanna miss too much.”

“Fuck school,” I growl, but I know he’s right. Plus, my cock is softening, starting to fall out of him. “But fine,” I mutter, pressing a kiss to his throat before letting my hold on him go.

As soon as my arms release him, I want to pull him back. Fuck. I can’t get enough of him.

“Sadie is in your next class,” he points out, and that perks me up. Fuck, I miss her too.

Damn it. How did I go from this cold, closed-off person to this needy fucker?

Whatever. Right now, I don't care.

Pulling out of him with a groan, I tuck myself away. Declan bends over to grab his pants, and I let out a curse, my cock threatening to come to life again at the sight of my cum dripping out of his ass.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, still bent over as he looks at me over his shoulder.

“Do you know how fucking hot you look dripping with my cum?”

“Oh,” he says softly, pulling his pants up.

He turns around to look at me, buttoning up his slacks.

Stepping forward, I grip his cheeks, lifting his face to look up at me. “Don’t clean up. I want my cum to stay inside you all fucking day as a reminder of who you belong to.” My voice is a possessive growl. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” he says breathlessly, nodding his head.

I kiss him hard, leaving him with this dazed look in his eyes before letting him go. “Good, now go before I fuck that perfect ass again and again until you’re not able to sit for a month.”

He looks like he’s debating taking me up on my threat, but swallows hard and turns towards the door.

“Ah.. have a good day,” he says adorably awkward before opening the door and slipping out.

Chuckling, I close my eyes, tilting my head back and taking a deep breath, giving myself a moment before following after him.

Opening the door, I step out into the hallway and start to head towards the class I should be in, when I find the second person in my life that I hate more than anything.

Based on the shocked, pissed off look on her face, she knows what just happened in the closet.

Surprisingly, I don’t care. I’m not ashamed of loving a man. Not just any man, but the best man I’ve ever known.

Not in the mood for her shit right now, I try to continue down the hall, but she steps in front of me.

“What the fuck was that!?” she hisses, getting in my face.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” I droll. “I was just walking down the hall, trying to get to my class before you got in the way.”

She tsks, crossing her arms as she continues to glare at me. If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the ground. “Cut the crap, Preston. Declan just came out of the same door you did, looking freshly fucked.”

I continue to stare at her, not saying a word.

“You know what? Whatever, as long as it’s not Sadie, I don’t care if you fuck him.

Enjoy your time now, because soon all of that shit is going to be done.

Just be better about hiding it. The last thing I need is everyone knowing my future husband is fucking around with a man behind my back.

I don’t need people thinking I’m with a closeted gay man.

” She sighs dramatically like it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world.

My jaw tightens, anger building inside me. I’m about to tell her to get fucked when she pushes past me and takes off down the hall.

“Fucking bitch!” I growl. I hate her. I fucking despise her. Just being around her feels like she’s sucking the air out of my lungs and replacing it with poison.

I need to end things for good, tell my father there’s no fucking way in hell I’d ever marry her.

Sadie is safe from him for now, but there’s this fear inside me that if I push him too far, he’s going to snap. If he does, no one is safe.

I know for a fact that if he felt like he had nothing left or no control over anything, he would bring everyone down with him.

That's not something I’m willing to risk.

But I know I can’t continue to live this lie. Because it’s slowly killing me.

I’m not sure how just yet, but I need to be rid of her one way or another.

I’m not opposed to murder at this point. That's how desperate I am to get these monstrous people out of my life.

At this point, life in jail is starting to sound better by the day.

The only reason why I haven’t taken them both out myself is because it would take me away from the two people who keep me going.

Talk about a rock and a hard place.