Page 27 of Dirty Crown
We were still at Fincross after my meeting and needed to get back to the make up classroom. The college had been persuaded by our wealthy families to provide a TA and an empty room to give us study time. We had to catch up in each class individually, but most of the professors were being very accommodating and allowing us projects instead of doing each assignment on its own.
This was good news for me, especially when I realized how many small tests, reports, and essays I’d missed during my absence. I couldn’t quite understand how I’d been so lucky to have supportive teachers, but it felt like my luck might be changing. The winds were shifting and I might just have good things coming my way at last.
We got set up around the table in our private room and got to work fast. There wasn’t any point in talking or fooling around, not when there was work to be done. That being said, I couldn’t help myself from time to time when I would reach my foot out under the table to slide it up the leg of one of my Kings.
There was something so powerful and thrilling to see them shift and look my way with pure, hot lust in their eyes.
Sometimes when I was extremely bored and needed a brief mental break, I would push my foot up higher until I found the hard ridge of their cock straining against the fabric of their pants. There was something especially powerful knowing that simply being near me was enough to keep them hard and ready at all times.
It didn’t take long to breeze through the assignments I’d missed and write the short essays to make up for quizzes that had happened while I’d been away.
We left in the afternoon and headed for home. My lawyer had given me a list of advice to follow until the police found out what had happened to Seymour, and number one was to travel between home and school and nowhere else.
He worried that if I was seen having dinner or out with my Kings, it would trigger people or the police into thinking I was living a fabulous, full life after Seymour’s disappearance.
Because of this, Vegas was a fantasy, but something I could look forward to. I needed those lately, little goals in the future to help me through the intensity of the past month. I would make it through and leave all the negativity behind, time did heal all wounds as everybody said. Until then, I would occupy the silent spaces in my head by dreaming of dancing in public in a wild place like Las Vegas instead of letting myself get pulled down by the reality of Fincross. The tension I felt by being the main suspect in Seymour’s disappearance.
“What are we making for dinner, and more importantly, whose turn is it to load the dishwasher afterward?” Kingston asked as we were sitting around the kitchen table doing homework a few hours after getting home.
“I think the real issue here is how we’re gonna talk you into doing it again,” Ryker said, narrowing his eyes, looking Kingston up and down.
“That’s what I want to know,” Archer agreed.
Kingston looked over at Valen and me. “You two want me to make dinner, too? Is this some kind of conspiracy happening here?”
I held his gaze until I felt a smile tug at the edges of my mouth and I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I burst out laughing and said, “I think it’s obvious that it’s Ryker’s turn to clean up but yes, I would like it if you’d cook. You’re the most talented by far.”
It wasn’t a lie and it wouldn’t hurt the other three Kings by me stating the truth. Kingston could make anything taste like high end restaurant, he had a gift. The problem was that we took advantage of him maybe a little too much and he would get irritated at times.
Kingston sighed, rolled his eyes and pushed his chair back onto two legs. He was very dramatic about accepting his place as the best cook, but he loved it.
He dropped back down, sighed again and said, “Fine. I’ll cook. There’s this roasted tomato sauce recipe I’ve been dying to try out but I’m not cleaning up a fucking thing. That’s on you, dude.”
He looked at Ryker who did his own dramatic response by sighing and rolling his eyes.
“Fine. I’ll clean up. As long as I get to fuck our queen later without you trying to get at my ass. That’s my one demand of the day.”
“But you like it when I get in there while you’re in her,” Kingston said with a pout. “At least I thought you did.”
“I do, but I’m still sore from the last round,” Ryker said, straight faced. It was still wild to have food smoking hot guys talk about sex out in the open like that. Knowing they enjoyed being with each other now, almost as much as they enjoyed being with me. I never felt jealous of their plans, I understood what they needed the roughness of fucking each other and with four of them, it never took attention from me.
I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing it, too. There was something so powerful and feral about hot, muscled men rolling around with each other. Especially knowing that I was their prize. I was the one thing they all ultimately wanted at the end of their grappling each other.
They agreed on their terms and Archer and Valen sat back, amused at the constant give and take between the two dominant Kings. Archer and Valen were happy where they were at, neither of them had anything to prove and they were equally content with the love and sex they got whenever they needed.
They were also better suited to being with each other, they’d fooled around before they met me and now I gave them the freedom to explore whatever they wanted.
They weren’t as prone to the rough ass fucking that Kingston and Ryker got up to, but they were more into the sensual oral that always sent me over the edge into oblivion. They would give each other head or bring me in so we were a triangle of pleasure. Sometimes when Archer was fucking me, Valen would eat his ass, or vice versa.
Fuck, just thinking about it was getting me so wet and hot I began to think dinner was off the table. I would be on it, getting devoured and fucked by all of them.
And then my stomach rolled, demanding I eat, and it won. I could put off my hunger for sex some times, but right now my pussy didn’t stand a chance. I was starving.
“I don’t care what you cook, please start soon,” I said, looking down where my stomach let out another unhappy grumble.
Kingston’s eyebrows raised and he laughed as he stood up. “Right away, my hungry queen.”
