Dynasty (Boys of Winter 1)

“Holy shit, King. Again,” I pant, knowing deep in my gut that this isn’t just going to be a one-time thing. This is too much, too good, and I’ll be his little whore begging for more if that’s what it’s going to take.

Okay, maybe not a whore. I might be acting like one now, but for the majority of the time, I can control myself. There’s just something about this guy that has me acting like a complete fool. I just hope this doesn’t come back to bite me on the ass. But I don’t see how, not when we’re both getting exactly what we want out of it.

King obliges to my every need like the good little ‘yes man’ I know him to be.

He winds up my body, bringing me right to the edge, playing with me, teasing me with the hopes of an earth-shattering finish before starting the process all over again. He’s keeping me wound tight until I just can’t take it anymore.

His thrusts are forceful, his hands on my body are strong and confident, giving me exactly what I’m wanting. He takes from me over and over again, but it’s nothing that I’m not taking right back. It’s like a secret sexual language that comes so damn naturally that it couldn’t possibly be real. I’ve never been so compatible with someone before, and if I’m honest, it kinda scares the crap out of me, but either way, I’m not stopping.

I feel that familiar burn building within me, and King reads my body like a pro. He brings his hand down between my legs and presses against my clit to rub slow but forced circles over it; I fucking lose it. My orgasm tears through me and I clench down on his hard cock. “KING,” I cry before biting down on my lip, distantly remembering that we’re up against the side of the house and that there’s a whole street filled with sleeping bodies. All of whom probably don’t want to know what I sound like when I come.

King comes hard, and I feel his hot seed shooting deep inside of me, and it’s moments like this that I’m thankful for the contraceptive rod that I had inserted into my arm last year. I’ve been caught in a position where condoms were forgotten before, and a month later, the pregnancy scare was enough to have me running straight for my doctor. Though, I’m not going to lie, letting King fuck me without a rubber is still stupid as shit. I should know better, but I’m not going to deny how good it felt.

He slowly pulls out of me and I feel his warm cum beginning to slide down my leg. Usually, I’d be running for a bathroom, yet having him there is only making me want to start all over again. King pulls back, meeting my eyes as he tucks himself back inside of his pants. His eyes widen. “Condom. Fuck. That was stupid.”

“Yeah,” I breathe, still unable to believe that we just did that, and how fucking good it was. “You’re good. I’m on birth control.”

Relief takes over him and as he looks back to me, he raises a brow. “Do you still hate me?”

I grin wide, unable to stop the laugh from bubbling up my throat. “You fucking bet I do.”

“Good.” King leans in and kisses me deeply before pulling back once again. “I fucking hate you too.” Then just like that, he winks, making everything twist inside of me before disappearing into the dark night and leaving me panting against the side of the house with cum dripping down the inside of my leg. I wonder when the hell we’ll get to do that again.

CHAPTER 7

My Ducati roars through the streets of Ravenwood Heights before coming to a stop in the student parking lot. I’m earlier than yesterday, and there’s no sign of a black Escalade or anyone who I need to avoid, making my morning that much better.

“WINTER.” My name is screeched from across the lot and I glance up to find Ember stepping out of her shiny convertible. A wide smile stretches across my face, and as I kick down the stand of my bike, I watch as she scrambles across the lot, struggling to keep her books from falling right out of her hands.

“What’s going on?” I ask, hooking my arm through the open visor of my helmet and grabbing half the books out of her hands before she eats dirt and completely embarrasses herself in front of hundreds of our peers.

“Shit, thanks, girl,” she says, finally getting herself under control. “Has anybody ever told you how fucking hot you look riding that bike? I swear, you would have straight girls all over the world questioning if they're actually bi. If I didn’t like dick so much, I’d probably hand over my straight card and already have my les application signed and dated.”