Tormented Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #2)

Chapter 6

Sadie

“Can I walk you home?” Declan asks.

“I can.” Grayson jumps to his feet.

“For fuck’s sake,” Preston mutters. “Both of you go because you’re going to be useless to me here anyways, acting like love-sick fools.”

His words would come off like an asshole to anyone else, but there’s something about him that’s changed. It doesn’t hold its usual harshness.

“Fine then,” Grayson concedes, hooking one arm into mine. “If we’re going to share, we may as well start now.”

“Not so fast! If you want to do this, by all means, go for it,” Preston says, standing and walking to us. “But the fact is, something like this is going to cause waves. You can’t, at least not right now, be public with your relationship. The school already seems to know we’ve been sleeping around, let them continue to think it’s all just fun and games. In private, do as you please, but be careful.”

“I hate that he’s right,” Grayson sighs. “Okay, fine, we can’t scream from the top of our lungs that you're our girlfriend or that we’re fighting to make you ours.” Grayson moves to loop his arms around my waist, pulling me close. “Because know this right now, Pretty Girl. That’s what you are to me or will be.” He grins.

“Grayson, we forgot about one thing,” I whisper, and he cocks his head to the side. “The little fact that our parents are getting married in December.”

Mom called the house phone last night, excited that she and Mark have finally picked a date. December seventeenth, her birthday. She wants a winter wedding, and I know it’s going to be nothing short of a winter wonderland. I’m excited to start planning with her, but it doesn’t change the fact that Grayson is about to become my stepbrother.

“So?” Grayson cocks a brow.

“How are you so relaxed about the whole step-sibling thing?” I huff.

“Because it’s hot.” He smirks. “The whole forbidden thing makes my cock hard. See?” He rolls his hips, and I bite my lip, holding back my reaction.

“Grayson,” I warn.

He sighs. “It’s another thing we will have to work out. One thing at a time, but it changes nothing for me.”

The door opens, and the Host Club members start to pile in. A few give Grayson and me a second glance, which makes me step back.

“Come on,” Declan says as we follow after.

“What are our plans for tonight?” Grayson asks me as we walk down the hall.

“I wasn’t aware we had plans tonight?” I laugh.

“Well, if not with me, then with Collin or Declan.”

“Why?” I ask, brows furrowed.

“Because we can’t leave you alone,” Grayson says it so simply.

“Why not? I’ve been living alone for weeks. I’ve been staying home alone since I was twelve.” I laugh. “I think I can take care of myself.”

“Sadie,” Grayson growls. “Did you forget about the fact that your safety is at risk?”

“Do you really think he’s going to kill me if I don’t leave?” A flash of panic fills me.

“I don’t know. That's the thing. That man is unpredictable. He’s capable of a lot of fucked up shit.”

“Collin said I’d be safe on school property. If I leave, I’ll take one of the girls with me.”

“Or one of us,” Declan joins in as we push open the door leading outside. “Just call or text, outside of schoolwork, I don’t have any other obligations.”

“That's not true. What about the club?” And he knows I don’t mean the Host Club.

“I don’t have any real reason to go there,” he replies, shooting me a shy look. “Yes, I’m part owner, but I don’t really have a hands-on part in it. That's more of what the others do. I just went because...” He looks away and clears his throat.

“Because it was a place he went to fuck,” Grayson finishes bluntly, earning himself a glare from the both of us. “What?” he chuckles. “It’s true. Now, the only reason he would have to go there would be to go with you.”

“He’s right,” Declan says. “The club isn’t an issue. I won’t be going back.” He licks his lips, desire in his eyes. “Unless you wanted to go.”

“I think I’d like to go back.” I bite my lower lip. “I like that place. There, I’m able to be free without feeling judged. To explore myself, my wants, needs, and another side of myself I didn’t know I had until I met you guys,” I admit.

“We would never judge you, Pretty Girl,” Grayson reassures. “But we would love to go back and keep helping you explore and find the things you enjoy.”

“Thanks.” I smile up at him.

They walk me all the way to the cottage. I unlock the door and turn to say goodbye, that I’ll text them later, and thanks for everything. Or at least I was going to say something along those lines when Grayson pushes his way in.

“What are you doing?” I laugh as he walks into the kitchen and looks around.

“Thought we could hang out here for a bit.” Grayson spins around on his heel to shoot me a look.

“I have plans tonight, actually.”

“Oh, really now?” He grins. “More studying?” He raises a brow in amusement. “We’re so much more fun than studying. Aren't we, Dec?”

“I mean, I’d like to think so,” Declan agrees, closing the door behind him. He leans back against it, hands behind his back as he watches me with a hungry look.

The look in his eyes right now doesn’t feel like the sweet, innocent boy I’ve come to know.

“My friends and I are going out,” I say, suddenly feeling hot.

“Where ya going?” Grayson asks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he slowly prowls towards me. He’s blocking the way to the rest of the house with Declan at the door. I feel boxed in. It has my heart racing and breathing picking up. And dammit, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t aroused with the tension in the air right now.

“To pick out Halloween costumes,” I whisper.

“Huh.” Grayson smirks. “To wear to my party?”

“Your party?” My brows furrow.

“Yup. Your friends always come, every year.” Grayson stops before me, and I’ve made the mistake of not moving, of not looking behind me, because Declan has moved closer, his body right behind mine. I bump into him, gasping when he grabs me by the hips, holding me still.

My pulse pumps wildly as they trap me between them, both looming over me like predators ready to devour their prey. I’m the prey, I want to be the prey so badly.

“But you never have,” Grayson murmurs, reaching up to tug at my hair. “You don’t like to party.”

“I do now,” I whisper.

“You do.” He nods slowly.

“With my friends.”

“Just your friends?” Declan asks, voice low as he moves my hair off my shoulder before bringing his lips to the base of my neck. “What about us? What about me?”

“You too,” I whimper, eyes closing as I lean into his touch.

“You know you're always safe when I’m around,” Declan murmurs, spinning me around so Grayson is at my back now. He looks me in the eyes, and the hunger has lessened slightly, replaced with something more. He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear, and whispers so softly I don’t think Grayson can hear. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t able to get there in time at the first one.”

My brows furrow, trying to process his words. When he pulls back, there's sorrow in his eyes.

And then it hits me. My eyes widen, lips parting. We share unspoken words. “It was you. The guy who carried me to safety. The one who did it again years later,” I say with my eyes locked on his.

He gives me a small smirk, and everything inside me breaks. He knows. He knows what Lionel did to me. He had to have, because the person who found me and took me away from my nightmare found me after it happened. He said he was sorry he couldn’t get to me in time, meaning he knows.

And yet, he still wants me.

Something inside me snaps, and I throw myself at him. He catches me, holding me up by the thighs as I wrap my arms around him and kiss him feverishly.

My hands are in his hair, gripping and tugging as our tongues battle together. He whimpers, and fuck, it has me so damn wet.

I want him so bad it hurts, need him so much that it’s going to drive me fucking mad if I don’t have him now.

“Fuck me,” I plead as I pull my lips from his. He looks at me dazed, his glasses askew and lips swollen from our kisses.

“What about me?” Grayson asks with a husky chuckle. “Want me to leave?”

I look at him over my shoulder. “No.” I shake my head. “I want both of you.”

The smile that forms on his face is downright devilish. “Does my Pretty Girl want to take two cocks at once?”

“Yes.” I nod my head frantically as Declan peppers open-mouth kisses along the column of my throat.

When Declan fucked me in the ass while using the vibrator on me, it was heaven. New sensations I’ve never felt before.

To have both of them inside me, filling me up, bringing me to new heights... Yeah, I want that. I’ve never wanted something more in my life than I do at this moment.

The two of them are driving me wild, slowly working their lips along my body as they strip me out of my clothes.

It’s not until I stand before them, fully naked with their wicked eyes eating up every inch of my body, that I realize they're still clothed.

“This isn’t fair,” I pout. “Strip,” I demand, chest heaving as my nipples tighten.

“Anything you want, Pretty Girl.” Grayson gives me a sexy chuckle as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

I bite my lip, eyes fixated on his fingers and how they move as he works one button at a time.

He’s driving me crazy, and he knows it.

I’m practically dripping, standing here naked and exposed. Declan steps up behind me, running his hands down my arms, and I take a shuddering breath as he moves them up my body to cup my breasts.

I moan, leaning back into his touch to feel his hot chest against my back. He took off his shirt, and I didn’t even get to watch. How is that fair?

“I can feel your heart pounding,” Declan murmurs, nipping at my cheek. “Are you turned on, Sweetheart? Does the idea of having us both make you needy?”

“Yes.” I swallow hard, tone thick with arousal as I continue to watch Grayson undress. He stopped working his shirt, leaving it still half buttoned, and started working on his pants. Fucking tease. I lower my voice. “Do you wish it was us and Preston?”

His body stiffens behind me. “W-what?”

I spin around to look at him, taking his face into my hands. “Do you wish it was you and Preston taking me at the same time? Moving inside me together. Making me scream your names?” His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as his breathing picks up. “It’s okay,” I whisper, leaning in to brush my lips against his. “It’s okay.”

“Fuck, Sadie,” he whimpers, grabbing the back of my head and keeping me there as he deepens the kiss. It’s messy and desperate. “Someday,” I tell him, panting as I break the kiss, hoping that it’s a promise I can keep. “But right now–” I turn around to face Grayson, who’s paused, watching us. “I want the both of you.”

He’s still not fucking naked.

Stepping forward, I grab at his shirt and yank it open. His eyes widen, and he gives me a sexy smirk when the buttons go flying. “Well, well, well.” Grayson chuckles as I get to my knees and make quick work of his pants next, yanking them down. His cock springs free, and my mouth waters. He’s so big, so hard. The veins on his cock feel so damn good inside me. I wonder how he would feel inside my ass while Declan is deep inside my pussy. “I didn’t know you were becoming such an eager little, oooohhhhh—” A moan rips from his throat as I grab the base of his cock and squeeze before I bring him to my mouth. I gather saliva in my mouth, making it easier to take him all the way to the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Pretty Girl,” he groans. “That mouth is fucking killer.”

I moan as I bob my head, hands gripping his thick thighs. I’m so worked up with everything they have been doing to me.

I’ve been so anxious and worried about these guys and where we stood after our arrangement, even a little bit during so, to finally have answers and for them to be in my favor is more than I could have ever hoped for.

Maybe I should have taken time to think about it, about what this means, about the pros and cons, but fuck it. All I’ve been fucking doing these days is thinking. So much so, I’m driving myself mad.

So right now, all I want to do is feel. I can worry about everything else later.

A wave of confidence I’m not used to, plus the sounds of Grayson losing it for me, has me wanting more.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he grunts, grabbing a handful of my hair as I suck him like a fucking hoover. “I’m gonna cum before I’ve even been inside you.”

Licking my lips, I look up at him through my lashes, lips wet and swollen.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, running his hand down the side of my face. “You're a sight to behold, Sadie. Down on your knees like a good girl, sucking me off so eagerly. You're perfect.” I’m not, but I don’t tell him that.

He pulls me to my feet before crashing his lips to mine. He kisses me until I’m dizzy, then breaks us apart. “Lube?” he asks with a growl.

“Bedroom,” I pant out. “Side table.”

He spins me around to face Declan, who’s moved to the couch. He’s naked now, stroking his cock as his chest rises and falls quickly, eyes swimming with lust and need.

“Go give your boy some attention. I’ll be right back,” Grayson instructs, tapping my ass before leaving.

I’m over to Declan in a second, swinging my legs over his hips to straddle him. “Hi,” I whisper, taking his glasses off and putting them on the table next to us.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” he whispers back.

He needs me just as much as I need him, waiting for me to take control, to tell him what to do.

I smile, running my hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and into his hair. Grabbing handfuls, I give it a little tug, the move making him groan and his eyes flutter shut.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” I praise him, his eyes opening again, half-lidded this time, as I scrape my fingers along his scalp. “Being so patient, waiting for me. Do you want your reward now?”

“Yes.” He nods. “Please, Mistress.” My heart swells at the use of the name.

“What would you like your reward to be?” I ask, leaning down to kiss along his jawline.

“You. I want to be inside you. I want you to fuck me, use me, ride me.”

I grin against his jaw before giving it a little nip, a whimper escaping his lips.

“Then go on, put your cock inside me, Declan, and make me feel good.”

One hand moves to his cock, the other one grips my hip and guides me down over the tip. Once he’s notched, he repositions so both hands are on my waist and then pushes me down to make me take his cock in one go, his chest heaving with need.

He lets out this whimpering groan as I gasp, eyes widening and nails digging into his shoulders at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck,” I pant out, body humming with need, clit aching, belly cramping with arousal.

“I’ve missed this,” Declan groans, letting his head fall back against the couch. Slowly, I start to rock my hips, grinding my clit against him, loving the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me.

“Me too,” I breathe out.

I look at him with desperation in my eyes as I ride his cock. The feeling of his body against mine and the connection is something I didn’t know how badly I needed until right now.

“Thank you for giving us a chance,” he grits his teeth as my pussy clamps around his cock when I rub my clit just right and whimper. “Fuck,” he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m going to show you I mean it. That I want you, want this.”

He has no idea how much those words mean to me. “I can’t wait.” I pick up my pace, that fire in my belly growing more intense. I’m wet, so fucking wet that I can hear my arousal pooling against the base of his cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Sweetheart.” He reaches up and cups the side of my face. “My literal dream.”

“Declan,” I moan.

“That's it, Sweetheart, take what you want from me. Take all of me. I’m yours,” he says sweetly, with so much feeling.

And it does it for me. I shatter on top of him, crying out his name as I crumble into his arms. He murmurs praising words as he helps me through my orgasm, grabbing my hips and rocking me on his cock.

“That was hot as hell,” Grayson’s voice has me struggling to look to the side.

I’m sweaty, and my body is already starting to feel like jelly. But the way Grayson looks standing there with his shirt still on, open and showing his delectable muscled body, just makes my pussy clench around Declan all over again.

He just stands there, watching us with his hand around his cock as he slowly strokes it.

Every time I’m with one of these men, I have to pinch myself to make sure it’s real. They are fucking stunning, sexy, supermodel-level. And they want me.

Grayson prowls over, moving behind me. “Are you sure you can take more, Pretty Girl?” he asks, running his finger down my spine

Closing my eyes, I shiver at his touch.

“Yes,” I mumble. “I want you both to fill me up.”

Grayson chuckles, making my pussy quiver. “You're such a dirty girl, Sadie. I fucking love it. You want to be stuffed, fucked, then filled up with our cum, don’t you?” I moan in response and then gasp as his hand comes down hard on my ass. “I asked you a question, Pretty Girl.”

“Yes!” I sob out, fucking wrecked for these men already. I’m dripping, a whore for his dirty words. The way Preston spoke me and treated me in our time together, had me seeing stars, but Grayson’s words, though mild in comparison, are driving me equally mad. “I want that so bad. Please.”

“You beg so prettily,” Grayson praises, and I fucking preen.

“I don’t mean to rush things...” Declan says, panting. “But I’m dying here.”

Grayson laughs. “Stay like this, Pretty Girl. I need to prep this sexy ass.”

I close my eyes, loving the feeling of Declan’s hands all over me, soothing me. I feel so wanted, so loved right now, that it’s almost too much to handle.

There’s a part in the back of my mind telling me I don’t deserve this, deserve them, but I push it to the side because even if I don’t, I’m going to take anything I can get. Even if this might not be forever because nothing is guaranteed, I’m not going to take this for granted and miss out. I’ve already let my fears take control of my life. No more. Not with this, not with them.

I hear the sound of a cap being opened, and then a second later, Grayson slides a cold, wet finger into my hole.

“Oh,” I gasp, the feeling a little odd but not bad.

“That’s it,” Grayson murmurs as he starts to thrust his finger in and out. It starts to feel good, and when he adds a second, I moan. The stretch is nice, and the new sensations are enjoyable.

Once he’s deemed I’m ready, he pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his cock.

Nerves shoot through me. I’ve had Declan back there before, so I know I love anal, love the feeling of a cock deep inside me, but this is new—two people inside me at once. I’m going to die, aren't I? But what a way to go.

“Just relax,” Grayson soothes. “Breathe.”

I nod my head, taking a deep breath, doing my best to relax into Declan.

“We’ve got you, Sweetheart.” Poor Declan sounds like he’s hanging on by a thread.

“Oh god,” I whimper as Grayson presses the tip of his cock inside me.

“Should I stop?” He freezes.

“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

He does, slowly pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me.

“Mother of god,” he groans. “Fuck, Pretty Girl. You're so tight, so warm. And shit, man, I can feel your dick.”

Declan laughs but then groans because the moment has me clenching. “So weird.”

“Move,” I pant, my body wound too tight with anticipation; I need this now.

“So impatient,” Grayson teases with amusement, but I shut him up when I squeeze my ring of muscles around his cock as tight as I can. “Fuck, shit, okay, you win,” Grayson growls before gripping my hips. He pulls all the way out, then slams forward.

I cry out, moaning their names. Grayson takes that as confirmation that I like this, and he doesn’t ease me into it. Apart from the first few strokes being slow and deep, he picks up his pace and starts fucking me.

“Holy shit, fucking hell,” Declan groans. “So weird, but so fucking good.”

“Fuck her, Declan. Don’t be a pillow princess and make me do all the work,” Grayson grunts as fucks into me.

I’m dead, gone; there’s too much going on to be able to talk or move. So, yes, I’m the pillow princess in this situation because I’m no help to anyone. I want them to use me and fuck me like a damn rag doll.

I’m in both heaven and hell as Declan thrusts up into me, over and over again.

Babbling is all I can do, unable to make any words that remotely sound like English as I sob in pleasure. I think I’m asking for more, but I don’t know.

It’s like a system overload. My body is on fire, every nerve lit up like a Christmas tree. The feeling of their cocks moving in and out, stretching me, hitting all my sweet spots, has me so close to the edge that I can’t stand it.

I’m a shaking mess, dripping in sweat, muscles clenching and unclenching.

The sounds they make, manly and unhinged, are driving me fucking wild.

It’s too much, and with a scream, I cum hard, unable to take anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Declan shouts, and then he’s cumming right after me. His cock jerks inside me, jet after jet of cum filling me up.

Grayson follows after. “Fucking hell!” he roars, gripping my hips so hard, I know they’ll leave bruises. Ones I can’t wait to admire in the mirror.

His cock pulses inside me, filling my ass with his cum.

My eyes are heavy, my body jelly. And I think I pass out for a moment.

Grayson hisses as he pulls out and then groans. “Do you have any idea how sexy it is to see my cum dripping out of you right now, Pretty Girl?”

I smile sleepily against Declan’s chest.

“You okay there, Sweetheart?” Declan asks, petting my hair down.

“I think so,” I rasp. “Am I dead?”

Both men chuckle. “Death by our cocks. I think I like that.”

“I died. So good. Too good. Too much. Not enough.” I sigh.

Grayson leaves and comes back with a washcloth. I hold back the tears as he cleans me up the best he can with Declan still inside me.

The aftercare these two give me whenever we’re done is perfection. It fills me with emotion and makes me feel things I can't put into words.

I didn’t get the aftercare with Collin because of the location. Preston was done with me the moment he finished.

But Grayson? He might be a cocky asshole but fuck, he is so damn good to me. Declan might like to be dominated, but he loves to take care of me when we’re done, just like he likes to be cared for too.

I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t cry, I can’t ruin this.

“Pretty Girl, you okay?” Grayson asks.

“I’m fine,” I rasp.

“Hey.” Grayson moves, kneeling next to Declan on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head, not opening my eyes. If I talk, I’ll cry.

“Bad feelings?” Declan asks, seeming to sense what’s going on. I shake my head. “Good feelings?” I nod a little bit. Declan wraps his arms around me tightly, kissing the top of my head as he runs his hand up and down my back. “It’s okay to feel emotional during sex. Especially with what we just did. If you need to cry, don’t feel like you have to hold it in. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, and we don’t judge.”

I move to bury my face in his chest, and I cry. I do feel stupid because I have nothing to cry over. But with everything that's happened, not only in the past few days but the last few weeks, it’s all crashing in on me.

Declan holds me, letting me cry despite the softening of his cock and the mess we’re making.

“I’m sorry,” I say after I’ve calmed down.

“Don’t be sorry.” Grayson brushes the hair from my face. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

I laugh. “We just had amazing sex, and I ruined it by crying.” I laugh, moving to sit up. I wipe my eyes, no doubt looking a mess.

“You ruined nothing, Sadie,” Declan insists. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s silly.”

“Never silly,” Declan counters.

“It’s hard to put into words. When I’m with you guys, I feel safe, wanted, and whole.” I blush a little bit. “You take care of me, treat me like I’m worth something.” I close my eyes as I take a shuddering breath. “I’m not used to that. With...” I don’t say his name. “My ex. I was just a hole for his pleasure, you know? I felt cheap and used and...” I shake my head. “I don’t feel that with you guys. So, thank you.”

“You never need to thank us for treating you how you deserve to be treated. Know your worth, Pretty Girl, and if you can’t, we’ll show you.” He leans in and kisses me deeply. “Now let’s go get you showered.”

He helps me off the couch, and I groan as I feel cum dripping down my thighs. Declan stands awkwardly, using tissues from the side table to clean the mess on him.

I bite my lower lip, trying not to smile.

“I’m going to need to burn that couch.” I laugh.

“We will buy you a new one.” Declan laughs.

Grayson scoops me up into his arms and grins down at me. “Then we’ll fuck you on that one too.”