Page 64 of The Lost Kings
I had gone harder than usual, mostly because I knew she was watching me.
“I need to shower.” I wasn’t sure why I stated it like that; I’d showered a million times without broadcasting it. She’d never cared.
I hadn’t either and yet now…standing here with her, without anyone else around.
Fuck.
Her lashes fluttered while she tugged her bottom lip in between her teeth and then her lustful gaze landed on me like a feather.Tentative. Nervous.
“I actually need to shower too.”
There were cameras in the gym, but not in the locker rooms. There was a door that typically remained locked, which connected the two spaces. All Presley would have to do is unlock her side and slip inside the locker room with me, and no one would ever see us.
“Well, enjoy your shower.” I smiled and she smiled back.
“You too.”
I stepped away first, heading to the locker room, and once I was inside, I locked the door.
I started the shower in one of the stalls and let the water warm, and then I waited.
My chest warmed with the anticipation of her finding me, but there was a nagging dread that kept circling the back of my mind.
Gio.
Would he care if we did this?
Would it hurt him if?—
There was no sound, no warning at all when I felt her behind me. I shut out the worries and concerns about my twin and I turned around.
Presley’s dark hair was in a braid but pieces had fallen out and were now stuck to the sides of her face and neck. Her eyes looked electric in the low lighting of the overhead lights. I clung to that hungry look as I pulled her closer.
Her head tilted back, and I moved in, starved for her touch. My mouth met hers in a clash of tongues and teeth, and a breathy moan escaped her as I palmed her neck. Her hands were on my chest as Imoved her to the wall and continued to kiss her, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth.
Years of wanting her.
Years of longing and denying and feeling like utter shit for thinking about her in ways I never should have allowed myself. For touching myself to thoughts of her.
For being so fucking desperate for her that I was pulling her bra up and over her head.
It fell to the ground, and I stared at her in awe, her tan skin, her pink, rosy nipples. The sweat that had dripped between her breasts and down her neck. I gently gripped the column of her throat and leaned in with my tongue, tracing a path down her salty skin.
She was smooth and perfect, and as I continued to lick her, a jealousy consumed me so intensely that I covered her body with mine. I wanted her to feel every thick inch of me and how badly I needed her. Capturing her lips again, I began pushing down her shorts until they too fell to the ground like her bra had.
Both our chests rose and fell in heavy rhythm while we stared at one another. She stood in front of me in just simple white underwear. There was nothing specifically sexy about them; they covered her hips and even her ass, but they still made my mouth part and my cock swell.
The space under her lashes flushed pink and it made me smile because it took me back to when we were kids and each time I saw her, I had the same thoughts run through my head.
Blue eyes. Dark hair and a freckled nose.
I walked us backward into the hot water, and our mouths met once again, while our hands began to roam. She pushed my shorts down, leaving me in my boxers and I began to undo her braid, until her hair was completely freed and completely soaked.
Her fingers wound through my hair, tugging lightly while our bodies slid against each other. I gripped her hips and slowly slid my hands under the fabric of her underwear, which made her lips part, and her eyes grow wide.
I stared at her, unsure how far I was willing to take things. I was seventeen and a half, she was sixteen…it was wrong but so was everything we were doing. We were raised together; we’d spent almost every waking moment of our lives together. I should view her as a sibling, family, and yet my cock swelled, and I nudged her legs apart as I kissed her again.
Our movements were heated but also clunky with inexperience, neither of us had ever done this before so every few seconds I’d laugh into her mouth, and she’d smile into mine; it was fun and exhilarating, but most of all, it was distracting.
