Page 17 of Take My Throne

“None of this was Lucas’s fault,” I say. “He doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

“I know,” Declan says. “But you have no idea how much I hate him for taking you away from me. I knew the moment I saw you up on that balcony with your father behind you that you’d been forced to fire that gun. I never blamed you for one second. But Lucas? He married you, taking you away from the protection of Romy’s family. Worse, he took you away from me. It drives me wild thinking about you with him. Ivy, I love you.”

My breath catches in my throat when I hear those three little words.

“I mean it, Ivy,” Declan goes on, mistaking my silence for doubt. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since I first saw you, I knew I wanted you, but I’m not like Romy or Archer. For all my confidence on stage, I’ve always been shy around women.

“Romy doesn’t think twice about jumping from bed to bed. Archer doesn’t hesitate when it comes to taking what he wants. But me? I was dating Ally for months before we slept together. It’s why I’ve been taking my time with you, making you feel good in the hope that one day you’d want to give everything to me, your heart as well as your body. Now I wish I’d been more outgoing, made a play for you sooner. Maybe it would be my ring on your finger.”

As he speaks, I know exactly what I have to do.

I put my finger on his lips to stop him talking and step back, pulling my blazer off and throwing it to one side of the room. My jumper follows soon after, along with my skirt. As I unbutton my blouse Declan moves around in his seat, adjusting for the growing bulge in his trousers.

There is no doubt in my mind that he wants me.

I look him straight in the eye, as I slowly undo each button, lightly running my hands down the exposed flesh to titillate him. When my blouse is completely open, I take it off and toss it to join the rest of my clothes.

I smile slowly as I unhook the front clasp of my bra. I hold the two pieces together, moving my hands around in a little dance before slowly pulling them apart to reveal my breasts.

I finally take my bra off and throw it on top of the pile. Declan closes his eyes and gulps before opening them again. Feasting himself on the sight of me standing in front of him wearing nothing but my knickers and shin-high boots.

“What are you doing, Ivy?” he asks.

“It’s awfully hot in here, don’t you think?” I smile, batting my eyelids at him. “I figured I’d take off my clothes, you know, cool down a little.”

I cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, teasing and caressing them until they are completely erect.

“Why don’t you take your trousers off?” I suggest. “It looks like they’re really uncomfortable. Don’t you feel as hot as me?”

He doesn’t need me to ask twice. He yanks down his jeans and boxers at the same time, revealing his magnificent erection.

“Hmmm.” I am definitely enjoying the view, but there is something else that would make it even better. “I think you should take the rest of your clothes off. I’d hate for you to overheat…”

Declan grins and swiftly removes his jumper and shirt as I continue to play with my nipples. I was telling the truth when I said I was feeling hot, but it had nothing to do with the room temperature. I can feel my heartbeat speeding up as Declan sits in front of me, completely naked.

I slip my right hand inside my knickers and find my clit. I’m already soaking wet, and we haven’t even started.

“Touch yourself,” I order. “I want you to make yourself good and hard for me.”

Declan grips his cock and firmly runs his hand up and down the shaft. “Keep playing with your tits,” he tells me. “I love watching you do that.”

I keep my hand inside my underwear while my other hand cups my breast, presenting it to him as I continue to touch myself. With one hand working on my nipple and the other rubbing my clit, I’d be turned on at the best of times. But doing this in front of Declan, putting on a show for him while he plays with his cock? I want to scream with how turned on I am.

It’s a good thing the music rooms are soundproofed.

“Do you want me to take off my underwear?” I ask.

Declan nods, incapable of speech as his hand continues to pump his cock.

I take off my knickers, leaving my boots on as I step out of my underwear.

My clothes all bundled up together in a corner of the room, I slowly step towards Declan. Our eyes meet and we grin. We’d had fun together in the past, but we’d never gone all the way. The time has come to scratch that itch.

He pulls me to him and we kiss hungrily. I can feel his erection tapping against me, his hands playing with my hair while his tongue dances with mine. We are filled with need for each other. I am torn between wanting to fuck him hard so I could come quickly and wanting to take my time to enjoy him. With all the craziness in both our lives, who knew when we’d be able to do this again, if ever?

Declan pulls away from me, breaking our kiss. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasised about this moment,” he tells me. “I’ve lain awake so many nights, imagining you with me, thinking of what it would be like to be in you.”

He leans forward to take one of my breasts into his mouth. He sucks hard as he plays with my other nipple, mimicking my earlier caresses as he uses his thumb and forefinger to tweak it. My legs feel weak and I can barely stand. What he’s doing is so erotic, I think I might die.

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