Page 60 of The Lost Kings
My brother didn’t glance at me as he ground out. “Now let Gio taste you, Presley. Remember, we don’t have to tell anyone this happened. We can feel what we feel and just let go. You’re still uptight. I want you to try and let go with Gio, okay?”
I was already hard from watching her kiss my brother; she’d feel it instantly.
Finally her eyes opened and her lashes fluttered. “That was okay?”
Kingston placed his hands under Presley’s ass and pulled her back over himself with another groan. “It was fucking perfect, Pres. Wanna know a secret?”
She nodded while crawling off his lap and slowly getting into mine, mirroring the exact position she’d had with him. The second she’d settled over me, her eyes went wide, feeling the exact thickness she felt under him.
“That wasn’t my phone,” Kingston whispered, “it was my cock.”
Her mouth parted while her blue eyes grew wide; those thick black lashes fluttered against her freckled skin, and I grew even thicker underneath her.
Kingston added, “You made me hard, and I bet you made Gio hard too.”
She looked down at my mouth and I didn’t wait for her to connect all the dots. I just pressed my mouth to hers.
Smooth and perfect, her lips molded to mine as her hands went around my neck. She seemed instantly more comfortable having already done this with Kingston. She tasted like berry lip balm and smelled like fresh cut grass: a day spent in the sun and something that itched under my skin that felt like home, like forever.
She began rocking over my hardness like she had with Kingston.
“Just let go, Pres. No one ever has to know what we do in here. Do whatever you want to do,” Kingston encouraged her with a low murmur.
I had a feeling he was going to pull himself out any second and begin stroking his erection. If he was as hard and as aching as I was, then I didn’t blame him.
His words seemed to land because Presley spread her legs wider, which allowed for more contact between her thighs and my aching cock.
Presley’s hot tongue swept into my mouth as she dry-humped me.
“Just like that, Pres. You’re so perfect,” Kingston praised.
Presley began moaning into my mouth and it was so fucking hot that I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her to me so tight that it pushed her tits closer and encouraged her to move her hips over mine faster.
Suddenly she tipped her head back and let out a loud gasp before a slew of curses left those perfect lips. Her hips snapped forward and slid back so fast, she had to be coming.
“Shit,” Kingston muttered before letting out a groan. “I’m going to pull myself out, Pres, I have to. We’re never gonna fucking talk about this, but I’m about to come and I’m not doing it in my jeans.”
“What do I do?” Presley rasped, slowly coming down from her orgasm.
Kingston had already started stroking himself.
“Move back, let Gio pull himself out. You can watch us…”
She was mesmerized watching him, her eyes wide and mouth gaping.
“Should I move?”
She sat back enough that I could unzip my jeans and ever so slowly, I pulled my throbbing cock out of my boxers. The tip was soaked and weeping with precum.
“Stay exactly where you are, and just watch, Elvis.”
Presley’s eyes grew as she slid her gaze from my engorged erection to Kingston’s. Being nude around my brother had never bugged me, and I’d caught him jacking off more times than I cared to admit, but this…this felt different. I didn’t dare look at him. Didn’t want to pop whatever strange, perfect bubble this was where the girl of our dreams welcomed us both to that lustful, yet curious gaze of hers.
I desperately wanted her eyes on me. I needed her to watch me as I came from what she’d done to me. My hand moved faster, the strokes growing shorter but firmer as I watched her pouty bottom lip get sucked between her teeth, and then the tingling started in my spine, and I grew desperate.
“Unbutton your jeans, Pres, and lift up your shirt. We need a place to release,” I whispered, still stroking my dick. I imagined what it would be like if she touched me, or she licked me. I could hear my brother’s moans and the sound of his hand moving over his slickness while I watched Presley do exactly as I said.
“Get back in the middle, on your back,” Kingston rasped. “Keep your shirt lifted.”
