Wicked Liars (Windsor Academy 1)

“What are you—”

Kingston unbuttons my jeans. “Just shut the fuck up and watch.”

I bristle at his rudeness, but when he slides my pants and underwear to my knees and crouches down to give me one long lick, I’m no longer offended. He wastes no time diving in, devouring me like I’m his last meal. I watch our reflection as Kingston sits on his knees, eating me from behind. He inserts one finger and then another, pumping in and out as he continues his assault on my clit. My moans are followed by his groans as he licks and sucks with just the right amount of pressure.

My legs are trapped by my clothing, so I don’t have much room to move, even though I’m dying to. I kick off my left shoe and start clumsily pushing my pants down. Kingston gets the hint and yanks them the rest of the way until one leg is free. He switches positions, now slouching on the floor with his neck craned back. He removes his fingers from my pussy and wraps both arms around my thighs, pulling me down. I widen my stance, straddling his face, gripping the countertop for support.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs. “Better than I imagined.”

I don’t have time to wonder how many times he’s fantasized about this because once he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, an orgasm barrels down my spine, shocking the hell out of me with its intensity. I’ve been trying to keep quiet this entire time, not wanting to alert anyone to what we’re doing, but as I come, I scream Kingston’s name.

With a nibble on my inner thigh, Kingston rises from the floor and locks eyes with me through the mirror. We’re both flushed and a little sweaty. His dark blond hair is a complete disaster from all the face sitting, and his lips are shiny from my arousal. Someone’s been banging on the door for who knows how long, complaining about a line building, so there’s no way Kingston and I are walking out of this room without notice. With our disheveled state—and you know, the screaming orgasm—there’s also no way they won’t know what we were doing in here.

He presses his erection into me, holding my gaze. “We’re not done here. We’re not even close to done. I want you to think about that—and how hard you just came—the next time you want to lie to yourself, telling yourself you don’t belong to me.” Kingston tugs my ponytail aside and places a soft kiss right behind my ear. I can smell myself on him and for some sick reason, I’m even more turned on. “You’re fucking mine, Jazz. You can fight it all you want, but that doesn’t make it any less true.”

I glare at his amused smirk as I quickly redress. He waits for me to finish, hand poised on the doorknob. The giant bulge in his pants is pretty hard to ignore, no pun intended. I hate that part of me feels guilty for leaving him high and dry yet again. I really despise the fact that an even bigger part feels deprived because I don’t know what it feels like to have him inside of me.

I nod to it. “Are you going to at least try hiding that monster in your pants?”

“Not at all.”

He turns the handle and opens the door. As he’s stepping into the hallway, he adds, “By the way... that surprise I mentioned earlier. Be ready Sunday morning at ten. We have Belle for the day.”

My jaw drops in shock as I watch him walk away without another word. I step out of the room to chase after him, but I freeze when I see the line of people hugging the wall outside of the bathroom. My face reddens as a girl shoves me out of the way, muttering something about almost peeing her pants while I was getting off. As I do my walk of shame down the hallway, most are smiling or chuckling at my expense. When I get to the end of the line, I see Peyton and Whitney scowling. What the hell are they doing here anyway? I had assumed Reed would keep them away after they cornered me at school.

“Slut,” Peyton mutters as I pass.

I stop and turn to her. “Excuse me?”

She props a hand on her hip. “You heard me, slut. Don’t act so self-righteous. Not when you’re all over Bentley one minute and then fucking Kingston in the bathroom the next.”

I refuse to let her get to me. I smile before leaning in and stage-whispering my next comment.

“Careful, Peyton. You’re looking a little green and it’s not really your color.”

Her lips thin, but I don’t wait around to hear anything else. When I get to the end of the hall, Bentley’s standing there, having witnessed the interaction. He narrows his brown eyes in Peyton and Whitney’s direction before turning them back to me.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.?

?? I jerk my head over my shoulder. “I don’t think they are though. Someone should probably escort them out before a tantrum ensues.”

Bentley laughs. “You leave that to me, baby girl. Ains was just looking for you. You go catch up with her while I take out the trash.”

As I head back to where I last saw Ainsley, I have a chilling thought. It wasn’t that long ago when Kingston was referring to me as trash and now he’s practically stamping his brand on my ass like a caveman.

I’m not sure which one is worse.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

KINGSTON

“Son, come in. Close the door behind you.”

I walk into my dad’s corporate office Monday after school. He’s the CEO of Davenport Boating, a yacht manufacturing company he took over from my grandfather. As far as he knows, I plan on double majoring in business and law so I can take the reins when he retires. Considering the man is fifty-nine, I’d think that’s scheduled to happen sometime in the next decade. What he doesn’t know, is if I can pull this off, his golden years will be spent in a six-by-eight cell.

My father has his hands in several different businesses and not all of them legal. Running a Fortune 500 pays well but greedy fucker that he is, he can never procure enough wealth. I’m fairly certain money is the only reason he married my mother, who was the sole heir to a luxury hotel chain. God knows they were nothing alike. She was significantly younger than him yet somehow, he charmed her into bed and convinced her to marry him when she became pregnant with twins. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he knocked her up on purpose.