Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy 3)

I pop a brow. “Does anything give you the warm and fuzzies?”

“I can think of something that keeps me nice and warm.”

“I meant besides my vag,” I say dryly.

His stupidly kissable lips twitch. “A couple of other places come to mind, but I can’t speak from experience on one of them. Yet.”

I shiver involuntarily as heat spreads between my thighs. “Are you really bringing up anal right now?”

Kingston shrugs unapologetically. “It’s been on my mind.”

I laugh. “Oh, really? What makes you think I’d be interested?”

“Oh, you’d be interested.” His eyes burn a path down my body and back up again. “I can’t stop wondering...”

“Wondering about what?”

“Whether Taco Truck Shawn took both of your virginities.” Kingston places his hand on my bare thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

I slam my hand over his when he tries creeping under my plaid skirt. “First of all, it’s still just Shawn.”

Now his eyebrows lift. “And secondly?”

“And secondly...” My eyes narrow when he shrugs out of my hold, and his hand starts climbing. My breath stutters when he reaches the lacy trim of my cotton panties. “Secondly...” My legs part involuntarily, giving Kingston better access. I grip the edge of the leather seat when he runs an index finger over the crotch of my panties.

“What’s the matter, Jazz?” the asshole taunts. “You lose your train of thought?”

“Fuck off.”

I gasp and throw my head back as he dips beneath the material, sliding his finger through my wetness. I’m glad he took the Range Rover this morning so we’re high enough off the ground where a passerby couldn’t see what we’re doing unless they come right up to the window because I really don’t want him to stop. Kingston’s tongue traces a line down the nape of my neck as he inserts two long fingers inside of me, all in one go. I’m so embarrassingly wet, there’s no resistance whatsoever.

“Mmm... I’d rather fuck you. But I’ll have to settle for this right now.”

He pulls back, studying my face as he pumps his fingers in and out, carefully cataloging each one of my features. I’m sure my eyes are as wild as his, and I can feel the flush in my cheeks. Kingston’s gaze lowers to my mouth as I nibble on my bottom lip, trying not to make any noise. It takes considerable effort because the boy is just as talented with his hands as he is with other parts.

The pad of his thumb is drawing lazy circles over my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I squirm as he curls his fingers inside of me, triggering the mother of all orgasms. It comes on so suddenly, I inhale sharply from the surprise as I ride the wave. Kingston removes his hand from under my skirt once it ebbs and begins the process of licking his fingers clean. It’s utterly obscene and self-evident why he’s doing it, but I’m too blissed out in my post-orgasmic haze to care.

He flashes a wicked grin. “You never answered my question.”

“Yeah... well...” I gesture to my lap, where my panties are still askew. “You distracted me.”

“Not going to apologize.” Jesus, could he be any smugger?

I look out the window and see the parking lot is entirely devoid of people. When my eyes flicker to the clock on his dash, I curse.

“Fuck. We’re late for first period.”

“Totally worth it.”

“Yep.” I pop the P at the end.

“So? You gonna answer the damn question?”

I give Kingston a lazy smile. “I don’t want to tell you because then you’ll get all, ‘Must be the first—and only, if I have anything to say about it—to conquer’ on me.”

“All the answer I need, babe.” He grabs the back of my neck and presses a hard kiss against my mouth. I can faintly taste my arousal on his lips. “And you can bet that sweet, untouched ass of yours that it won’t be that way for long.”

“So cocky.” My eyes roll to emphasize my point.