Tormented Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #2)

Chapter 25

Preston

Am I sitting at the club’s bar, drinking as I have a pity party? Yes. Why? Because I’m a fucking coward.

It’s been a few days since Thanksgiving, and I’ve avoided texting or calling Sadie or Declan.

The heart to heart we had was the most vulnerable I’ve ever been. I was open and raw. I don’t remember the last time I cried. But as the words flowed out of me and I spilled my heart out to the two people in my life that mean the world to me, I couldn’t help it.

Everything I’ve kept bottled up came bursting out. Only for it to be interrupted by my sack-of-shit father.

The last thing I wanted to do was pull myself together and go to Tina’s house. I had to listen to all the wedding plans Tina and her mother had made. She acted like she was in love with me, like we were some happily engaged couple, while fully ignoring the fact that I hate her with every fiber of my being.

Fake. It’s all fake, from the engagement right down to her tits.

But I played my part and was as polite as I could muster around her parents. But every time she put her hand on me, I wanted to yank it off. To get in her face and tell her not to fucking touch me. That I was repulsed by her and that this wedding is never going to happen.

I didn’t, biting my tongue like I always do. Before, it was because this was the life I’d accepted for myself. There was a time when I planned on marrying Tina even though I couldn’t stand her. I planned to fuck around, have mistresses to drown the hurt inside me. That was if my plan to disappear didn’t pan out.

Now, the last thing I want to do is be within ten feet of her. The mere sight of her turns my stomach. She’s a backstabbing bitch and a bully. She only cares about money and power.

My plans to leave here and never look back have changed. No longer do I want to use the money from this place to take off. Because I have something to stay for. Someone to stay for. Two someones.

They said they loved me. Me. It’s fucking surreal, and I don’t think I fully believe it. The dark thoughts creep in, trying to prevent any drop of happiness from taking root.

I’m also embarrassed. I know I shouldn’t be, that it’s okay to be a man and cry. But god, I’ve never felt more out of control than I did in that moment. What if once I left, they talked and realized that I’m not worth the trouble?

Fuck, I never knew I was this insecure.

No, because I’m a stubborn bastard who hates to admit he’s human and has emotions.

Right now, I just want my fucking brain to shut off so I can breathe for a moment.

“Hey, Boss,” Rosie slides up next to me, a playful grin on her lips. “Sitting here and moping, are you?” She pouts. “Not a good look on you, I have to say.” I move the glass of whiskey away from my lips and scowl at her. “Ah, there it is. There’s the grumpy Preston I know.”

“How can I help you, Rosie?” She’s someone I would never dream of being an asshole to. She scares the shit out of me.

“Me?” she asks, placing her blood-red fingernails on her chest. “Oh, I’m fine. More than fine. I’m fantastic.” Yup, that grin scares me. It’s giving me I-just-killed-someone-but-you-don’t-know-it vibes.

“Okay?” I ask, taking another drink.

“Just wanted to come over and see what’s got you all espresso-depresso.” She places her arm under her breasts and rests her elbow on top of it, placing her chin on her hand. “Is it the fact that the two people you're head over heels for are in the black room getting their freak on?”

That has me pausing, eyes darting over to hers. “Declan and Sadie are here?”

“Mhhmm,” she hums, grinning wider. “They came here, had a few drinks, and danced a little bit before heading into the back. I must say, the two of them are downright edible together. I don’t know how you’ve managed to keep your hands off them this long.”

Yeah, I don’t know either.

“Anywho. Just thought I’d let you know.” She winks before spinning around on her heel and taking off into the crowd of people.

Frowning, I spin around in my chair, leaning my elbows against the bar top. Lacing my fingers together, I lean my chin against my hands and think.

Declan and Sadie are here, in the black room. I highly doubt they’re in there snuggling and watching a movie.

Flashes of what they could be doing fill my mind. Declan is a sub through and through, so is Sadie slipping into that dominant role? Is she making him get down on his knees for her, demanding he eat her pussy like a good boy and make her cum all over his face?

Is she fucking his tight sexy ass with a strap-on and whispering filthy words to him until he’s cumming all over himself?

Or is it softer and sweeter then that? Both of them might seem sweet and innocent outside of the bedroom, but I know damn well they’re both dirty little freaks behind closed doors. I’ve seen it in Sadie, the way her eyes lit up at my degradation. The way she fucking dripped for me as I forced her to ride my thick cock.

Speaking of cock, mine is currently straining painfully against my slacks.

Am I really going to just sit here and pretend they're not having sex? Sweaty, dirty sex.

Fuck. I grunt as I adjust my cock.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing my glass and downing the rest of the contents before slamming it onto the bar top. Despite owning the place and paying my employees well, I tip the bartender a hundred-dollar bill and leave with a nod.

Spinning on my heel, I take off through the crowd to the back offices. Heading to mine, I go to my safe and retrieve the master key.

Staring at the little black card, I debate on following through with this crazy plan. Whatever the plan is, because I don’t have a fucking clue what to do when I walk in on them.

What's the worst that could happen... they ask me to leave? They said they love me. They want me. And I sure as fuck want them.

I’m done punishing myself and denying what I want.

I don’t want them; I need them, fucking crave them.

Letting out a harsh breath, I take off my jacket, tossing it onto the chair and my wallet into the safe before closing it, listening to the lock sliding back into place.

Tapping the card against my hand, I only hesitate for another moment before I take off out of my office and down the hall to the black room at the end.

My heart races so damn fast I feel like I’m about to pass out. This isn’t like me. This isn’t who I am. I’m normally cocky and confident when it comes to sex. I should barge right in there and take control.

What the fuck is wrong with me? That's not going to work with these two. Not until they ask for it, want it. I'm not going to fuck this up. I can’t, not again. Not when I’m so close to finally being able to call them mine.

I love and need them in different ways. They both equally own my heart.

Swallowing down the fear of rejection, I take the card and slap it against the lock pad.

I don’t hear anything beyond the door, but I shouldn’t have. The rooms are soundproof.

The lock clicks, and I push open the door. I'm immediately met by Sadie’s moans.

My cock stiffens at the sight before me. I’m in shocked awe as I carefully shut the door and it automatically locks behind me.

Eagerly, my eyes try to take everything in at once. She’s riding Declan, head tossed back, face contorted in pure bliss.

Declan watches her with heavy-lidded eyes, pure adoration etched on his face.

“Fuck, Declan, baby,” she moans. “God, your cock feels so fucking good.”

“You feel good,” he grunts. “So fucking good.”

I’ve never been so turned on in my life. The two of them together are a vision. So fucking beautiful. Both of them are covered in a thin layer of sweat as Sadie works Declan over with the slow, deep rocking motion of her hips. Their hair is damp, stuck to their faces.

The room smells of sex, their sex.

Sadie’s eyes flutter open, and she finally sees me.

My breathing is erratic, eyes wild. I want them. I want them so fucking bad it hurts. I’ve never craved anything more in my life than I do the two of them.

I know I should stay away, even after I confessed everything that I’d shoved deep down into the darkest parts of my mind. Not when I know I can’t be what they deserve. And that’s for however long I’m tied to my father and the hold he has on my life. Maybe I should have waited to confess, maybe I never should have at all.

But as I stand here, I know there's nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

She stops moving, her breasts heaving with every breath she takes. “Preston,” my name comes off her sweet lips as a whisper. Declan’s head snaps to the side, eyes widening when he sees me.

He moves, maybe to cover up, but Sadie puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back down. “Stay,” Sadie commands, eyes searching his. It’s coming off as an order, but I can see her looking for any discomfort. He licks his lips, chest rising and falling rapidly. When she doesn’t find anything, she nods her head and turns to look at me again.

“Can we help you?” she asks, rolling her hips. Declan lets out a groan, eyes fluttering closed as she slowly starts to ride him again.

“You two are perfect together,” my voice is low as I take a few steps closer.

“I know. Aren't we?” Sadie grins.

This side of Sadie is not one I’ve seen before. She’s more confident, more in control. She’s being exactly what Declan needs, even though I know she can easily be the one to please and do as she’s told.

“Mistress,” Declan whimpers, and my cock jerks.

“Yes, my love?” she purrs, running her hands up his chest as she bounces on his cock.

“I-I need to come.” His brow pinches in pain and pleasure.

She laughs sweetly. “Have I teased you long enough?” she asks, cocking her head to the side.

He nods his head frantically. “Please. Please let me cum.”

“Are you going to be a good boy and fill me up? Are you going to have my pussy dripping with your hot sticky cum?”

“Yes.” He nods again. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

She turns to me, and I’m not sure if I like the wicked grin that takes over her face. “After you're done making a mess of my cunt, Preston can clean me up. Won’t you, Preston?”

Declan looks at me, worry etched on his face.

The thought of me eating my girl’s perfect pussy after the man of my fucking dreams just filled her up has me grabbing my cock over my slacks and giving it a hard squeeze as I hiss out, “Yes.”

The whimper that leaves Declan is music to my fucking ears.

“Are you going to just stand there all day and watch, or are you going to join us?”

I chuckle, loving this side of my feisty little Kitten. I grin. “Better not get used to that bratty attitude, Kitten.”

“What are you going to do about it?” she asks, raising her ass up, drawing my attention to her plump cheeks before slamming down on his cock. He moans, gripping her hips as he pants heavily.

“Mistress, please. I’m so close. I don’t want to cum until you do. I can’t. I need to please you,” Declan pleads.

“You do please me, sweet boy. You make me feel so fucking good. You're doing such a good job. So good,” she praises him. I watch him melt into the bed at her words.

While Sadie loves degradation—at least with me, that is—Declan loves praise. Would he like to be told how fucking good he looks, gagging on my cock? I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?

Unbuttoning my shirt, I pull it off. Declan’s eyes are on me, watching me in awe as I strip.

I smirk, loving the attention, loving the gleam of hunger in his eyes as I get to my pants. His eyes are fixed on my hands as I rid myself of my pants and boxers. My cock springs free, already dripping with pre cum.

I groan as I stroke my cock, loving the way Declan’s pupils widen as he licks his lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” I tell him.

His eyes snap up to mine. “M-me?” he asks, stuttering with uncertainty.

“Yes, you,” I answer, voice thick with need as I kneel on the bed. Leaning down, I let my lips hover over his. “I’m so fucking sorry, Declan,” I murmur. “For walking away that night. I don’t regret you or my feelings for you.” But I do regret knowing I’ll never be good enough for him. Either of them.

He whimpers as I press my lips against his and kiss him softly. “I love you more than you will ever understand.” The words come out so low that I’m not sure he can hear them over all the heavy breathing in the room.

Not giving him a chance to respond if he had heard me, I move behind Sadie.

She slows her pace as I slide my hands down her arms, loving the way her body reacts to my touch with a whole body shiver.

Wrapping my arms around her, I move one hand to her breast and grope it while moving my other hand down to her clit.

She gasps, leaning into me as I start to play with her.

“Ride him, Kitten,” I whisper, kissing the side of her sweaty throat, loving the salty taste of her skin on my tongue.

She does, riding him as I play with her clit, rubbing firm circles as I roll her peaked nipple between my fingers.

“Preston,” she moans, and I nearly come undone. I growl, pressing my stiff cock against her cheeks. She moans again, working Declan faster.

“That's it,” I grunt. “Ride him, Sadie. Ride his cock like a good fucking girl. Cum for him. Cum so fucking hard you’re dripping down his cock. Make him fill you up good, then let me clean you up.”

She’s shaking, little moans and whimpers coming from her as she works herself faster and faster. She’s close, so close. And by the look of Declan’s wild eyes, he’s not holding on for much longer. “Oh, fuck,” Sadie cries out as I pinch her clit, causing her to shatter.

Tossing her head back against my chest, she cries out, body writhing on top of Declan as she cums hard.

“Oh, oh fuck. I’m cumming,” Declan gasps. “Fuck!”

I watch in awe as his eyes roll, back arching as he thrusts up inside her, and then his whole body tenses. His hips give little jerks as he fills her up.

I’m so fucking turned on I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, and no one’s fucking touched me yet.

“That's it. Fuck, look at you, Sadie,” I growl, kissing her throat as she pants heavily, coming down from her climax. “Isn’t she beautiful?” I ask Declan.

He nods his head sleepily. “So beautiful.”

Grabbing Sadie, I roll her onto her back to give her a moment. I know the second my mouth is on her, I’m taking that messy pussy for myself.

As much as I want to take Declan right now, he’s not ready for that. I’m not ready for it. I’m still coming to terms with my sexuality. I want us both in better headspaces when we’re finally together.

That doesn’t stop me from eating his body up with my eyes. His body is a work of art. His cock is soft again, messy with their combined releases.

Pre cum drips from my tip, and I swipe it off with my thumb. Leaning over, I brush it across Delan’s lips. He sucks in a breath, eyes widening, but when his tongue swipes out to taste it, he whimpers, and it takes everything in me not to devour him.

So, I devour something else.

Moving to Sadie, I take her in. Her hair is messy, covered in sweat; her eyes heavy-lidded and filled with need, need for me.

I’ve been so damn desperate to have her again. I haven’t been able to get that night in this exact room out of my head.

I need her, crave her with every fiber of my being.

Grabbing her knees, I pull them apart and look down at her pussy. “Look at you,” I chuckle. “Your cunt is a mess, Sadie. You love it, don’t you? Love being filled with cum. Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she pants out.

“Are you my whore, Sadie? Is this swollen, cum-covered cunt mine?’

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” she moans, trying to lift her hips up for me.

“So fucking desperate,” I chuckle. She cries out when I slap her pussy. “Just aching to have my mouth on you.”

“Please, Preston. Please.”

“That's right.” I grin. “Fucking beg for it.”

“Fuck me, Preston. Eat my pussy, then fuck me like the good little whore I am.”

“Fucking hell,” I groan. Diving between her legs, I lap Declan’s cum from her used pussy and moan like I’m the bitch in heat. I’ve never tasted another man’s cum before, but this just became my new favorite treat. Next to Sadie’s sweet cunt, of course.

I devour her until she’s a sobbing, shaking mess. She cries out my name, clawing at my shoulders and pulling at my hair. I grin wickedly, loving the bite of pain, and growl against her clit as I suck it between my lips and bite.

Her back arches off the bed, so close to another orgasm. But just before she reaches it, I move away. She cries out in protest, but I flip her over onto her belly and lift her ass in the air, diving back down for more.

I eat her until she’s back to sobbing, begging me for release, just like I fucking love.

When she’s about to cum, I move again, but this time I quickly get behind her, place the tip of my cock against her entrance and thrust deep inside her.

“Oh fuck!” she screams in pleasure, her pussy convulsing around my cock.

I groan, eyes rolling back as her cunt strangles me, her orgasm hitting her hard.

I’m not merciful as I grip her hip with one hand and use the other to get a fist full of hair.

“You're mine, Sadie,” I growl as I start to pound into her, giving it to her roughly, just how she likes it. It’s confirmed by her loud, lusty moans. “But it’s not just mine, is it?” I chuckle. “No. You fucking love all the cocks that fuck this tight hole. Four men. It takes four fucking dicks to please this cunt, doesn’t it? Four cocks to stuff you full of cum until you’re dripping. I bet it’s your dirty little fucked up dream to have us all at once, isn’t it? For us to take this pussy one after the other, painting you in our cum. Would you like that, Sadie? Would you like us to all pass you around like a whore?”

“Oh fuck!” she screams as she comes apart on my cock.

I groan, choking out a laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I growl, fucking her harder, faster. Looking down, I moan as I see her cunt swallowing me whole with every thrust. So pink and swollen, wet with her release and what was left of Declan’s cum.

I look over at him, finding him stroking himself, his lips parted, eyes lidded, chest heaving. “Fucking hell,” I mutter, my thrusts faltering, mesmerized at the sight.

He looks up at me and whimpers. I growl, keeping my eyes on him as I fuck Sadie. My eyes drop to his dick, and he moves faster, the veins on his hand bulging as his muscles flex.

“Cum, Declan,” I rasp. “Be a good fucking boy and paint yourself in your release.”

He curses, lips parting, and I watch as he thrusts up into his fist. Thick ropes of cum spurt out, covering his chest, and some even hit his face as he shudders.

“So fucking hot,” I moan, gripping Sadie’s ass hard. The sight of him and the feel of Sadie’s hot tight cunt wrapped around my cock has me losing it.

I growl, cursing as I cum next. My whole body tenses, and I keep my eyes on the way a few more jets of cum shoot out of Declan’s tip as I unload inside Sadie.

My cock jerks violently inside her, filling her up until it starts to spill out and onto the bed.

I groan, making sure to get every last drop inside her before pulling my attention away from Declan.

My eyes drop to Sadie’s pussy, and I groan as I see my cum spilling from it. “My dirty little cream pie,” I chuckle, panting heavily as I gather my cum with my fingers and push it back in.

She moans as I fuck my cum back inside her. “Your cunt is gripping my fingers, Kitten. Are you still fucking needy for more?”

“Fuck you,” she pants out, but it’s said with amusement.

“I’d much rather fuck you.” I grin, pulling my fingers free and pressing a kiss to her sweaty cheek.

I go to move away to get cleaned up, but Declan grabs my wrist.

My eyes shoot down to watch him take my fingers into his mouth, cleaning my cum from them before releasing my hand and laying back down with a shy smile as he licks his lips.

“What?” he says softly as I gape at him in awe as my cock tries to twitch back to life. “I wanted a taste, too.”

“You two are going to be the death of me,” I growl, getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom before I do something stupid like fuck my man before he’s ready. But it’s so fucking hard to keep my hands to myself.

I take a moment to breathe, letting my head hang as I lean over the sink. I was not expecting any of that to happen, but fuck, it was amazing. Better than amazing. Best night of my fucking life.

I want more of that. I want that every day.

But this is reality, and life isn’t nice to me.

After I clean myself up, I grab two washcloths and wet them with warm water.

Going over to the bed, I find them cuddled up. Sadie is now fast asleep, her head on his chest. I smile; her face is so close to the mess on Declan’s chest, but she doesn’t seem to care.

“Thanks.” He goes to take the cloth from me, but I shake my head.

“I got it.”

He says nothing as he lets me clean him up. The moment is intimate, making a mess of my head and heart.

It’s a lot to take in, a lot I wasn’t expecting.

Everything in me tells me to run. But I won’t. I won’t hurt him again like that. And I don’t want to run. I’m just so fucking scared of losing everything I’ve ever wanted.

When he’s done, I clean Sadie up and toss the clothes into the dirty laundry.

“Stay,” Declan says as I move to put my boxers on.

“Are you sure?” I ask, brows pinching.

“Please.” He begs with his eyes.

If he needs me to stay, I’ll stay.

Nodding my head, I pull my boxers up and climb into bed with them.

Cuddling up against Sadie, I kiss her cheek before relaxing into the bed.

My eyes find Declan and we just lay there, watching each other. Everything feels right, perfect, peaceful.

In this moment, I know I’m totally screwed. I know there will never be anyone else in my life that I could love more than the two people in this bed.