Page 7 of Triumphant Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #3)

My mouth waters to lick it clean. So I do, lapping at his tip. He hisses, his hips jerking forward. “Don’t tease me,” he grunts, sounding like he’s barely holding on.

Looking up into his eyes, I wrap my hand around his thickness, loving the way he shudders when I squeeze. Seeing this powerful man tremble for me has me beaming on the inside with pride.

Still, I don’t want to be the one in control. I want to be used. To be degraded. To be his dirty little slut. I used to think something was wrong with me and the thoughts I had that would turn me on, but being with Sadie showed me that there’s nothing wrong with me.

And the way Preston looks at me like he wants to devour me, just confirms it. This is all new, but I have a feeling things are going to come naturally between us.

I’ve dreamed of him saying the things he did to those women, using me like he would them.

And now I get to make that a reality.

“Suck,” he growls, and I shiver.

Wanting to be a good boy, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and moan as his salty taste hits my tongue. Gathering saliva in my mouth, I coat his shaft as I take him deeper into my mouth. He’s thick, and I fear I might not be able to take him all.

It didn’t even come to mind that I’ve never done this before. I’ve always had a thing for men as well as women, this man specifically, but I’ve never been with one before.

“Fuck.” Preston lets out a long guttural groan that goes right to my balls. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby... so hot and wet.”

The praise has me wanting to please. Trying to put the worry to the back of my mind, I adjust myself in a better position on my knees and move my hand so I can take him all the way down my throat.

When the head of his cock hits the back, I gag a little bit, eyes watering at the full feeling.

“That’s it.” His voice is softer, the hand in my hair losing its grip so he can run his fingers through my hair before holding my head still, keeping his cock in place. “Swallow,” he orders.

So I do, my throat contracting around him the best I can. It’s an odd feeling, making me want to cough, but Preston hisses in pleasure, his hips thrusting forward.

“I’m gonna use this dirty little mouth. I’m gonna take my pleasure. Are you going to be a good boy and let me?” he asks, voice thick and husky. This man is so damn sexy.

I do my best to nod, but it only makes me gag again.

“Good boy,” he praises, and I whimper as my cock pulses with need. I want to touch myself, to relieve some of the pressure, but I know the moment I do, I’ll cum. I don’t want this to be over anytime soon.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath through my nose and brace myself.

Getting a good grip on my hair again, he starts to thrust into my mouth. It’s slow at first, but I watch with watery eyes as he slowly starts to lose control.

Pleasure contorts on his face, biting his lip, his nostrils flaring as his breathing becomes heavy and his movements become frantic.

The sounds that leave him have me so turned on.

“Take it, Declan. Take my fucking cock. Look at you,” he grunts, forcing me to take his cock all the way down my throat again, making me gag.

“I was right. You look so fucking pretty when you cry for me,” he murmurs, using his free hand to wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes with his thumb.

My nostrils flare as I struggle to breathe, watching him bring my tears to his mouth and suck them clean from his thumb.

“So fucking good,” he hums. I nearly cum on the spot.

“But this is the only time you cry when it comes to me, do you understand me?”

Unable to nod, I hum around his cock, getting another pleasurable growl.

He fucks my face a little bit longer, and I sit here on my knees like a good boy, loving every second of it.

I can tell he’s about to cum, and I brace myself to take it, but at the last moment, he pulls himself free.

Gasping for air, my chest heaves with every breath as my head spins. Blinking up at him, I wonder why he stopped.

“You’re a fucking mess for me,” he says in awe.

“So fucking beautiful.” He uses the same thumb he sucked my tears from to gather the drool that's running down the corners of my mouth and shove it back in. On instinct, I suck his thumb, my tongue lapping at his flesh, and I’m rewarded with a feral look in his eyes.

“Up,” he commands.

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 he likes 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.

My eyes snap open, and I let out a humourless laugh. “All you did was wrap your lips around my dick, and I was blowing my load in two seconds.”

His brows jump before a grin spreads across his face.

“And you’re embarrassed by that?” he shakes his head, licking his lips, then the corner of his mouth where some of my cum dripped out.

The sight has my spent cock coming back to life.

His eyes grow heated as he says his next words.

“Knowing that you want me so bad that just my touch is enough to make you explode is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

” He leans down and kisses me, not giving me another second to freak out.

I moan as he forces his way into my mouth, feeding me the taste of my own release.

He kisses me until I’m breathless before pulling back, his lips still against mine.

“Just means I get to take my time with you before I have you cumming again.” He trails his fingers down my chest, making me shiver.

“I want to see you paint this sexy chest full of your cum–” his hand continues to travel lower until I feel his fingers press between my asscheeks.

I whimper when one of them brushes over my hole, “as I fill your tight hole with mine.”

Not sure what I was worried about because my cock springs to life, very much ready for round two.

“Please,” I beg, squirming under his touch. “Fuck me, Preston. I need you so fucking bad.”

“Mhhm,” he hums, continuing to play with my rim, slipping just the tip of his finger in. “I love it when you beg for me.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek, then the other. “You have lube, baby?”

I nod frantically. “Bedside table.”

He moves only for a second to grab it, but the feeling of him gone from my body is far too long for my liking.

Leaning back, he grabs my knees and lifts them up, exposing myself to him fully.

The blush is back from being in such an open and vulnerable position with him like this.

But the nerves flutter away, replaced with liquid heat when he groans. “My fucking hole,” he growls, running his finger over it. “Gonna stretch you so good, feel you wrapped around my cock as I own you.”

“Yes,” I whine, body shaking with need. “Please.”

He grins again, popping the cap off the lube and squeezing some over his fingers and my asshole. “Again with the begging,” he chuckles. “I wonder what else I can get out of you.”

His finger presses inside me, and I sob out a moan, back arching off the bed. “That‘s it. Let me prep you, baby. Let me get you ready to take all of me.”

I lay there, body humming with pleasure as he preps me. First one finger, then two. He works me all the way up to three until I’m a panting mess, pre-cum leaking onto my belly. “Please,” I pant out. “More. I need more. I need your cock. Fuck me, Preston.”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, cloaking his body over mine. “I got you, baby.” He buries his face into the crook of my neck and bites. I moan, my body falling limp in submission. He continues to suck and nip at my neck as he replaces his fingers with his cock.

He pushes his way i,n and my greedy ass welcomes it easily. I’m so worked up that the stretch of his cock is more pleasure than pain.

He groans low as he pushes his way inside me, not stopping until he’s fully seated.

“Fuck, Dec,” he growls. “So fucking tight.”

“Preston.” I lift my hips up, trying to force him deeper inside me even though he’s already all the way in.

He chuckles against my throat before biting hard enough to make me gasp. “So impatient. My needy little cock slut, aren't you?”

“Mhhm,” I hum in response, pleasure buzzing through me as he pulls all the way out before thrusting back in.

“I’d ask you if you wanted me to go slow. But I don’t do slow,” Preston warns.

“I know.” I moan when his tip rubs against my prostate. “I don’t want slow. Use me, Preston. Fuck me like I’m your good whore.”

“Fucking hell,” he growls, then kisses me roughly. He grips my leg, hiking it up around his waist, then starts to fuck into me.

Every punishing thrust sends me higher and higher. Pure blinding pleasure consumes my every thought.

“Take it,” he grunts, fucking into me hard.

“Take my fucking cock, Declan.” He pulls back, looming over me like a god as he pounds into me.

Sweat drips down his nose, his face contorted in ecstasy, matching the euphoric feeling that's racing through my veins. He watches where we’re joined, biting his lower lip as he thrusts into me.

“Look at you taking me so fucking good. Your hole stretching around my cock, gripping me like the needy little whore you are.”

I’m grasping at anything my fingers touch. He’s turned me into a mindless babbling mess, and I fucking love it.

I need more. Like, I can never get enough of him.

When he wraps his hand around my cock, I let out a choked whimper. “Cum for me, baby boy. Your body is a work of art, now fucking paint it in your cum.”

“Oh fuck, oh god. Fuck!” I sob, tears spilling down my cheeks. It’s too much, yet somehow not enough.

“I’m your fucking god now, Declan,” he growls, jerking me faster, harder, in perfect time with the punishing thrusts of his hips as his cock fucking wrecks me in all the best ways.

“Now.” Thrust. “Cum.” Thrust. “For.” Thrust. “Me.” The last word comes out broken as his whole body shudders, his own release hitting him hard right alongside mine.

I’m gasping for air, eyes wide and frantic as I stare up at him, not wanting to miss the look on his face as he finds his release.

My orgasm is borderline painful, jets of cum shooting out as my cock jerks in his hold, painting my chest just like he wanted, some hitting my neck and face.

Preston lets out this primal sound as he unloads himself inside me, rope after rope of thick, warm cum filling me up, coating my insides, and marking me as his forever.

My body is frozen in pleasure as I float back down to earth from the heaven he just brought me to.

Preston stays in his position for a moment, body shaking, chest heaving as his cock continues to pulse inside me.

Then he’s on me, his tongue lapping at my skin, cleaning any bit of cum off that he can reach, before his lips are on mine.

I cling to him, the need to cry hitting me again. So many emotions hit me at once. This is everything I didn’t know I needed. And now that I have Preston, I'm never letting him go.

I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. Because as we lay here, tangled in one another, I can feel his soul fusing to mine like Sadie’s has.

I’m not sure what's going to happen tomorrow, or the next day, but I know as long as I have the two loves of my life, I’ll deal with whatever life throws at me.

I’m not a fool to think this is going to be easy, whatever it is we’re building, but I know it’s worth it. So I’ll do whatever I have to to keep this. To have the life and future I’ve dreamed up, but never thought I’d ever in a million years get.