Page 142 of Kingmakers, Year One

I drop down on my knees in front of Leo. I love how gigantic he looks when I’m in this position. His shoulders are a mile wide, impossibly high above me. And his cock . . . it already looks enormous, bulging out against the fly of his trousers . . .

I unzip his pants, letting his cock fall into my palm with a heavythunk.

Leo’s cock is fucking beautiful. I mean, I don’t have a lot to compare it with, but it’s as smooth and brown and healthy-looking as the rest of him, thick with veins like his forearms. The head looks heavy and powerful.

It’s completely masculine, until I run my tongue up the shaft to the velvet-soft head. And then I taste that skin more delicate than any other place on his body.

The head of his cock fills my mouth, laying heavily against my tongue. I can feel it throbbing, several degrees warmer than his body.

Kneeling is a subservient position, but the power I have over Leo when his cock is in my mouth is incomparable. I can make him groan and shake. I can make him beg me to keep going. And I can make him explode any time I want.

I like to lick and suck until he’s right on the point of orgasm, then pull back, moving down to his balls to tug and tease, then bobbing my head on his cock once more to build up his climax all over again.

It’s a game of submission and control, giving and taking. I could do this for hours, except that the classroom door isn’t locked, and I know someone could walk in on us at any moment.

Plus, Leo has no patience today. He’s hungry for me, ravenous even.

I’d planned to take him all the way to climax, but he isn’t having it. After only a minute or two of sucking his cock, he pulls me to my feet and bends me over the teacher’s desk. He yanks my skirt up around my waist and pulls my panties to the side.

Then he thrusts his cock, still wet with my saliva, into my aching, throbbing pussy.

It makes me so wet sucking him off. It’s almost more arousing going down on him than when he goes down on me. I’m more than ready to be fucked, and the feeling of that thick, hard cock driving into me is instantly and intensely satisfying.

Each thrust slams my thighs into the desk. I’ll probably have bruises across the tops of my thighs tomorrow, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve gotten plenty of sex-related bruises in the last couple of weeks and every single one of them has been more than worth it.

Everything I do with Leo seems to lead to sex. When we spar in combat class, I have to fuck him after. When we’re laughing and teasing each other, there’s this extra edge of aggression now, this tension that can only be dispelled one way. We’ve been sneaking off to every possible corner of campus to satisfy the compulsion that neither of us has to hide anymore.

The warm spring weather helps us. We can find quiet places off campus, out in the fields or down on the beaches, where we can lay down a blanket and strip each other naked in the sunshine to lick and kiss and touch each other for hours.

It was on an afternoon like that when Leo found my last tattoo, the one I’ve never shown to anybody.

It’s a constellation on my ribs, just below my heart.

Leo traced his finger over it, saying, “What’s this one? You never showed me this.”

“I know,” I said.

“Why not? What does it mean?”

“It’s Leo,” I said. “The lion. I got it last year, when I thought you might not be coming to Kingmakers with me. So I’d have you with me, either way.”

Leo looked down at my face, his eyes golden with sunshine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I . . . I don’t know. I had already started to realize that I might be feeling something for you . . . something that you might not feel for me.”

“I did, though,” Leo said fervently. “I did feel it. Long before I knew it.”

After a moment he said, “What’s your constellation?”

I laughed. “You know I don’t believe in that stuff. I got this because that’s how your mom named you. Not because I really believe in astrology.”

Leo looked at me intently.

“There is fate, though,” he said. “There is you and me, brought together at this one time in this one place, out of all the billions of years and infinite miles of space in the universe. Do you believe in that?”

“Yes,” I said softly. “I do.”

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