Page 40 of The Lord of Whispers

“I’ll always come home to you and comeforyou,” I rambled.

“Don’t youeverforget it, Alarie,” he commanded.

Then he roughly buried his face into me.

He began to flick his tongue, at first slow and then faster. Jay slid a finger into me and began to stroke the knot inside of me in sync with the flicks of his tongue. I dug my fingers into his hair, riding his face. I tightened as I held my breath in the last moments before he brought me over the edge of my pleasure, a wave of ecstasy causing my legs to go wider and bow into him.

Jay peeked his head out from under my skirt, looking up at me, satisfaction plain on his face.

“Hmmm,” I purred, propping myself up on my elbows and then all the way up, unable to quarrel with the high lord’s smug satisfaction.

I kissed his face, tasting my sweetness on his tongue. I reached for the hardness still encased within his pants. I used both of my hands to begin unbuttoning his pants while he explored my mouth with his tongue. At last, releasing him from his pants, I began to stroke the length of him, running my hand over the top of him with each stroke.

“I want you in my mouth,” I said between kisses.

Jay liked for me to tell him what I wanted. And I wanted him.

He obliged, stepping back long enough to allow me to hop from the desk. I proceeded to let my skirt drop to the ground and then unbuttoned what remained of my shirt and threw it to the ground, too. I stood in my black pumps and my white silk set, my nipples poking through the thin fabric of the bra, then I dropped to my knees. I licked the length of him up and down while running a hand over the top of him. I took him into my mouth, licking the bottom of his shaft as he pushed farther down my throat.

My panties were soaked through from my release and the feel of him in my mouth. The ache between my thighs turned into a gushing throb.

“Fuck me, Jay,” I said with my mouth still on him.

Still standing, he lifted me easily, holding me up to him. Then he began to slide me on top of his length as my legs wrapped around him. My ache lessened with every inch of him that pushed into me until he stood fully sheathed inside of me. Connected, he turned us away from the desk until my back was pressed against the wall. He began to thrust into me.

“Harder,” I begged, wanting the length of him to pin me against the wall with each thrust.

He drove into me relentlessly.

“You’re mine,” he said, driving his point home with each thrust.

“This is mine,” he said, indicating with his thrust.

“These are mine,” he said, roughly grabbing my breasts.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I agreed emphatically as he drove me to and past the point of my pleasure.

It was a fun game we played.

20

Luke

“Let’s go somewhere,” I implored.

Al and I sat in one of the smaller studies at the Vitruvian manor. We’d just finished giving our reports to Jay on the fruits of our recent labors at the High Court. Jay would be in meetings the rest of the afternoon, receiving all his other reports, and then he would have a High Council meeting that night.

Al looked at me from the corner of her eye. I could tell from the smile that played at the corners of her pouty lips that she was in.

“Ok, let’s go off campus,” she agreed.

Al went upstairs and then came back down in flats, a pair of blue jean shorts, and a white t-shirt that was cropped just enough to show a sliver of her flat stomach. She stood at the top of the stairs, the light of the chandelier glinting off a small diamond teardrop pendant she wore around her neck.

I wasn’t dressed as casually as Al, but I was dressed casually for me, because I’d planned all along to spend the day with Alarie in town. I wore a pair of blue slacks and a white button-up shirt, no tie. My light-brown hair looked perpetually ruffled, like I’d just run my fingers through it, probably because I had.

It was a great day for a walk into town. Alarie basked in the warmth of the sunlight, at one point closing her eyes and turning her face up at the sun while she was still walking. I walked beside her, holding her arm so she didn’t trip and fall on her face with her eyes closed.

“Hey, you want to come home with me for the Winter Gala?” I asked.

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