King of Cups (Stormcloud Academy 2)

“This is crazy,” I muttered. “Gail was my friend—”

“Was she? I have an extremely trustworthy student who came to me, completely independent of this Soglio affair, and told me they saw you threaten Gail’s life. And evidently, the final entry in her diary mentions that she was to meet with you the night she died.”

I was dumbstruck. All these facts, relayed one after the last, were damning. Someone on campus was spreading lies about Gail and me, and the dean was throwing it in my face. Gail was as close to me as any friend I’d ever had. It killed me that I was accused of hurting her.

Something else struck me: I had lied to this detective, point-blank, and he’d known every word I’d said was bullshit. He hadn’t blinked.

“You’re lucky,” Schmidt continued, “that you have such a persuasive ally in Amelia here. She convinced me to deny Soglio’s request that you surrender yourself to the Wachsbrunnen police. Until they produce a full warrant, you are to remain within the battlements of Stormcloud Academy.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, shaking, “absolutely.”

“If I were you, Biba,” Amelia added, “I would return to your room this moment. Your room, you understand?”

“Yes,” the Dean sneered, “I forgot. You’re Zephyr Williams’ little lap warmer, aren’t you? I suppose you think that makes you invincible. I wouldn’t be so confident, my girl. I do not intend to let Mr. Williams and his ilk take over the school. We fought a long time to rid Stormcloud of the Kings. It’ll take more than Zephyr and his boys to bring them back.”

Despite Schmidt’s tough words, it was odd that there was something like fear in his eyes. He seemed to be convincing himself that he could take on the Kings as much as I was.

Amelia was right; I shouldn’t go back to Zephyr’s suite, not after that horrible experience. He knew I was meeting with Amelia and would demand to know what happened. I couldn’t face that tonight. We’d be up all night while he raged and planned. I would do what Amelia suggested and go back to my official room by myself. Zeph would be pissed, but I’d explain it away: sick stomach, head cold, bad cramps. I could manage it.

But first, I needed some air. While my new confinement dictated that I could not leave campus, at least I could walk the grounds. In the brisk air of the late-summer night, a tad chilly for our elevation, I felt better. The cool air filled my lungs. I took deep, controlled breaths. This was not the end of the world. However confident this Soglio guy and Dean Schmidt were of my guilt, I knew I had nothing to do with Gail’s killing. In fact, I was working to solve it!

My fear and panic were turning into rage the more I thought about the injustice of Schmidt’s accusations. There was no way I could sleep, so I would stomp around Stormcloud until my mind calmed down.

I decided to circle the whole building, climbing an incline toward the rear of the school. It felt great scaling the hill, taking in the looming manor house with its intermittently illuminated windows. Down the other side was the west wing, and on the outermost edge of the west wing was the Academy’s solarium. It wasn’t until I was two-thirds around campus that I saw that, oddly, lights were on in the glasshouse, and two people were inside. . . .

Arvo and Tess.

It was quite a show for a Monday night. Arvo wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Every inch of his smooth-shaven flesh was on display. He stood against a table loaded with pink peonies, his long, lean frame tensed and glistening. His eyes were clenched shut, head back, savoring the moment.

Precisely what he was savoring—what made his every sinew tighten—was Tess. She knelt in front of him, dressed only fractionally more than he was. Her shirt was pulled up over her surprisingly large boobs, which bounced giddily as her head bobbed up and down on Arvo’s rock-hard cock. Her jeans too were bunched down around her knees, leaving her shapely butt wagging as she sucked her man off.

I halted dead in my tracks, twenty yards from the greenhouse. My jaw dropped, and my tongue seemed to swell in my mouth.

Arvo wound her golden hair around his fist and took control, flexing his hips and thrusting deep into her mouth. Tess wasn’t ready for his full length, though. Tears began trailing down her face as her gag reflex tripped, but this did nothing to diminish her enthusiasm. It only seemed to encourage her. She dipped her head, taking more of his shaft, and one of her hands plunged between her thighs excitedly.

I was too shocked even to breathe. So imagine my surprise as my own fingers fumbled involuntarily at the button on my jeans. It was undeniable: this show had me desperately horny.

That was strange in its way. After all, I had been in Tess’s position not so long ago, quite literally. In the Kings’ Hall, I had stripped off my clothes, dropped to my knees, and taken Arvo’s delicious manhood between my lips. Sol’s too, for that matter. Yet there was something even hotter about watching another girl service Arvo. I could taste his meat myself, even as I marveled at this girl’s vigorous lips and tongue. Besides, I’d been in a trance the night the Kings took me all at once. Now I was stone-cold sober and totally gobsmacked at how beautiful Arvo was. Not even Zephyr’s muscular body could match this specimen. His hairless skin was pulled tight over a mass of sinew, without an ounce of body fat. He moved as fluidly as a dancer, as if he knew he was being watched. Those glistening pectorals, those bulging biceps, that tight six-pack stomach—they all pulsed with passionate intensity.

My hand slipped down the front of my saturated panties. My legs were going weak.

Even more strange, Arvo’s expression was purely observational. Gracefully fucking Tess’s mouth, he regarded the process like a particularly abstract artwork in a gallery. Judging by the size and rigidity of his erection, I could tell he was enjoying the process. But emotionally, he seemed more removed from it than I was.

With an air of almost boredom, he pulled Tess off his cock, took hold of his balls, and brought her mouth back down, willing her to caress his sack with her tongue.

All the while, I was biting my tongue to keep from crying out. The show was bringing me to the precipice of coming.

Satisfied with her oral talents, Arvo bent down and lifted Tess by the waist. Mechanically, he pulled off her shirt and knelt to remove her jeans and panties. Tess was flying. I watched her pant and shake, barely able to contain her desire. This giddiness only increased when Arvo turned her around, bent her forward, and started licking her slit from behind. Separated by the glass, I couldn’t hear her cries, but they were apparent from her flush, contorted face.

No sooner had he begun eating her out than he stood up. For a moment, he stood behind Tess, staring down at her spread ass and jerking his dick back to full erection. Tess groaned and smiled ear to ear as she felt his full, thick manhood pressing into her dripping pussy. I too was seconds from crying out in ecstasy, wishing it was my pliant hole he was entering.

But then I stopped. Perhaps it was my imagination—my mind convincing me that my desire was reciprocated—but as Arvo entered Tess from behind, I could swear his eyes met mine.

And they stayed locked on me as he began thrusting hard into his girl, and I pressed my fingers deep inside myself.

We moved together, Arvo and me. And his eyes spoke to me.

I see you, Biba, they said. I see you see me.