Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy 3)

I moan. “Your aim is usually much better than that.”

Kingston starts to laugh, but it’s choked off by a groan. “I just need to feel your pussy wrapped around me first. You complaining?”

I shake my head, as much as his grip will allow, anyway. “Hell no.”

He slides his other hand under my torso and covers my right breast. “Good. Because I don’t think I could stop right now.”

“Then, don’t.” I claw the comforter as he deepens the angle.

I’m not sure how long we go at it, but by the time Kingston pulls out, we’re both a sweaty mess, and the comforter has been pushed off the bed. I shiver when

his tongue trails down my spine. When he reaches my butt, he bites each of my cheeks and gets off the bed.

I look over my shoulder. “Whatcha doing?”

Kingston bends over, giving me a perfect view of his ass, making me want to return the biting gesture. When he stands, he’s holding the bottle of lube from earlier.

“You shoved this off the bed when your arms were flailing about like one of those inflatable tube men.”

My jaw drops. “My arms were not flailing like an inflatable tube man!”

His lips curve. “Sure, babe. Whatever you say.”

I watch as Kingston pops the lid on the bottle and squirts a generous amount on his palm. He fists his erection, sliding his hand up and down until he’s fully lubricated. I hold my breath when he kneels back on the mattress and presses the flared head against my over-sensitized nerves.

Kingston glides a hand down my back when I tense up. “Breathe, Jazz. If it gets to be too much, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“Move, Kingston.”

He slips the hand that was on my back beneath me, slowly rubbing circles over my clit. “Rub your clit for me, baby. Just like this.”

I moan as I take over for him, working that bundle of nerves until I can feel wetness seeping out of me. Kingston takes the hint as I push back into his cock and slowly eases into my ass, cursing under his breath the farther in he goes. I gasp when he reaches the next barrier, feeling impossibly full, but I don’t tell him to stop. Kingston was right; if I just focus on breathing through it, there’s pressure, but not any actual pain. His chest is pressed to my back when he finally holds still, leading me to believe he’s bottomed out.

Kingston places soft kisses down the side of my neck as I adjust to his length. “You good? The hard part’s over.”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

At first, he slowly moves in and out in short little bursts, getting me used to the foreign feeling. As Kingston’s strokes get longer and faster, he slips two fingers inside my pussy, moving them in time with his dick. His fingers and cock rub against each other through the thin stretch of skin separating them, flooding my body with indescribable bliss. It’s so much to process at once, I almost feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.

Before I know it, I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life. Kingston is quick to follow, shouting obscenities as he rides the waves of his release. When he withdraws, he bands an arm around me, pulling me up to the top of the bed with him. We’re a tangle of sated, sweaty limbs as our heads hit the pillows.

“God, I fucking love you.” Kingston’s chest heaves as he tries to regulate his breathing.

I nip his chin, which earns me a pinch on my side. “Same.”

His lips form into a sleepy smile as he brushes some wet hair away from my eyes. “You feel okay?”

“More than okay.” I run my finger along the length of his eyebrow, down to his jawline.

Kingston’s hand wanders down my body, and he chuckles when he comes across the fluids trickling out of me. “We should probably take a shower. And change the sheets.”

I bury my face into his neck, grinning. “Probably. But that would involve standing, and I don’t think that’s an option for me right now. Nap first, clean up later.”

“Good plan.” He nuzzles his own face into my neck as he hugs me to his chest. The growing erection prodding my stomach is sticky from the lube and our combined fluids, which I should find gross, but I don’t. “Add a second round to the agenda, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

I wrap my leg around Kingston’s hip, allowing him to slide home.

“Deal.”