The Blackstone Prep Academy Duet

by M. E. Clayton

  This was crazy.

  He was crazy.

  Chapter 8

  Sterling~

  She was looking up at me, all wide-eyed, and I couldn’t really blame her. If I was surprised as fuck by my behavior, I couldn’t imagine what she was feeling. But it didn’t matter. London had me all fucked-up, and I was going to see this thing through until I worked this madness out of my system, or she had my ring on her finger.

  I also knew we were drawing a crowd and phones were out. But all that meant was that I was going to have to tell Grace about me and London soon. I didn’t want her feeling blindsided or as if we had lied to her or something.

  It was no secret that I’ve never had a girlfriend or paid any attention to girls outside the bedroom, so I knew this little scene was going to cause tongues to wag all over the place. But, again, I didn’t care. If I was going to do this with London, then I wasn’t going to half-ass anything about it. And if that meant sucking her face off in public, so that everyone got the message-guys especially-then that what was going to happen.

  “Have you lost your mind,” she hissed. “You can’t just…dictate who I can and can’t talk to.”

  She was wrong.

  “The fuck I can’t,” I corrected. “And I didn’t say anything about talking to people, London. You know damn well what I’m talking about.” Her beautiful blue eyes narrowed, and I could feel my dick getting hard.

  London Addison was a hot little number, no doubt about it. She’s always been at the top of the class with her dark chocolate hair and royal blue eyes. Her face was what you’d imagine a creator thought of when designing the perfect doll’s face, all porcelain skin and stunning features. She looked delicate, but I knew from years of knowing her, that London Addison’s bite was vicious.

  And her body was another thing now that I’ve seen it naked and withering underneath me. London’s always had a trimmed, dainty build, but when she was naked, her curves popped out and seduced you like stacks of hundred-dollar bills. And because she was so petite, it had been easy as fuck to hold her up against the wall as I had pounded every inch of cock I had into that unused pussy of hers.

  “Who I choose to hook up with is none of your business, Sterling,” she said. “You don’t see me asking about all the girls getting your dick wet, do you?”

  I leaned in farther into her personal space. “Since the last girl who got my dick wet was you, there’s no need to ask, now, is there?”

  Her lip curled in a snarl. “That’s not my point, and you know it.”

  “I don’t care,” I told her truthfully.

  Her eyes started darting around, taking in the attention we were receiving. When she looked back up at me, she asked, “And what about Grace?”

  “What about her?” I loved my sister, and everyone knew it. But I wasn’t going to push this feeling with London off because Grace might feel uncomfortable with this thing between us.

  London looked at me like I was a stupid asshole. “She’s going to get caught in the middle when this ends badly.” She narrowed her eyes again. “And this will end badly if we…do this, Sterling.”

  “Stay away from other guys, and I don’t see how it will,” I growled down at her.

  “Sterling-”

  “Everything okay?”

  I pushed back from the wall and looked over at Zach Wainwright, and I was London’s one answer away from kicking this motherfucker’s ass. And, yes, I was fully aware that none of this was his fault, and he was just an innocent bystander, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “Everything’s fine, Wainwright,” I answered.

  His eyes flicked towards London, and I waited to see what she was going to say. “London?”

  Okay.

  I reluctantly had to give him points for making sure she was okay, but that’s all the credit he was getting. “I said, everything’s fine,” I repeated, a little more steel in my voice.

  We could both hear London’s irritated sigh. “Everything’s good, Zach,” she echoed. “Sterling and I were just-”

  Fuck.

  This.

  Shit.

  “We were just clearing up a little misunderstanding,” I said, interrupting her. “London was mistaken in thinking she was single and could fuck around with you, Wainwright.” His face paled. “But she was wrong.”

  “Sterling!”

  Ignoring her, I told him, “Now, if you want to fight for her, I’m down. We can head outside right the fuck now.”

  Zach threw his hands up in surrender. “Oh, hey, Silver,” he immediately started saying, defending himself. “I didn’t know, man.”

  “Are you serious right now?!” London screeched.

  Zach wisely stepped back and turned around to head back to where he came from, and I turned back to a screeching London. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I spat. “That’s the kind of guy you like? One that just walks the fuck away?”

  London slapped her hands on her hips. “It was a hook-up, Sterling,” she fired back. “It’s not like we were engaged or some shit.”

  By this point, no one was even bothering with pretending that they weren’t all watching us. And it wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on. Zach backing away was a clear indication that London and I were fighting. And if any of these people had seen her with Zach earlier, then it was very clear what was going on.

  It was time to take control of the stubborn, combative, angry, beautiful, vibrant, sexy girl in front of me.

  My hands ran up her neck, cradled her face, and I had her back slammed up against the wall just as my lips came crashing down on hers. The phones were clicking so rapidly, you could hear them over the music, and I could hear them over the blood rushing through my ears. But nothing mattered outside my lips on London’s.

  When her hands shot up to circle my wrists, I was certain she was going to push me away and lose her shit in front of everyone. And I was sure a slap would follow. London Addison wasn’t one to be bullied or run roughshod over.

  But she did none of those things.

  Instead, her small, feminine hands wrapped tighter around my wrists, and she held on as she kissed me back. The second she opened her mouth, my tongue snaked inside, and we were kissing each other as if no one else was in the room.

  I wasn’t sure how long we were kissing for, but soon, London was moaning and that was where I drew the line. No one else will ever get to see her uninhibited in the way only I would.

  I broke off the kiss, and our breathing was labored and telling. It wasn’t like we didn’t know where this was headed. And it wasn’t like we didn’t already know it was going to be explosive. But I also knew, this time, was going to be different.

  Better.

  This time, there would be no sneaking out while I was asleep. This time, there would no pretending it hadn’t happened. This time, we would both be sober from the first time to the last time, because I had every intention of staying inside London’s tight little body all night.

  “Say yes, London,” I demanded of her.

  “Yes?” she asked, breathless and wanting.

  “To it all, London,” I clarified. “Say yes to tonight and say yes to us.”

  Her eyes cleared a bit, and ignoring the crowd around us, she nodded. “Okay.”

  “Okay?” I needed a clear definitive answer.

  “Yes,” she said, her voice louder and stronger. “Yes, to it all, Hale.”

  I grabbed her hand, and linking our fingers together, I parted the crowd and pulled her behind me. Like I suspected, everyone had their phones out, and they were aimed right at us. And as much as I hated to think about it, I could only hope that Grace and Styx were too busy to pay any attention to their phones. I wanted to tell Grace face-to-face and give London a chance to talk to her, too. I didn’t want her finding out about us through social media notifications on her phone.

  As soon as we cleared the front door, I looked down at London. “How’d you get here?”


  “Uber.”

  “I drove,” I told her, and still hand-in-hand, we made our way to my car and not a word was said as I drove us back to my house.

  Chapter 9

  London~

  This was in-fucking-sane.

  I never would have, in a million years, ever thought that Sterling Hale would…like me? I mean, was that what this was? When he told me to say yes to it all, was that his way of asking me to be his girlfriend? Or had he been referring to tonight?

  Nothing had been said the entire ride over to his house, and though I’ve been to his house a million times over, this was different. I wasn’t going to Grace’s house to hang out with her. I was going to Sterling’s house to ring in the New Year with him.

  Holy crap, Batman.

  We were quiet as church mice when Sterling pulled into the driveway and turned off his car. I didn’t wait for him to get out and open my door as my hand went straight for the door handle and I got out.

  I needed to fucking breathe.

  I knew where this was heading, and my body was looking forward to it. However, my mind knew this was probably going to end up in a fantastic disaster. Sterling and I were too much alike for me to think we’d make a good couple, if that was indeed what we were doing here. Or…at least, that’s what I believed before this new Sterling yanked me away from Zach tonight.

  Sterling came around the car, and grabbing my hand in his, we made our way to the house. It was almost midnight, and I prayed Grace and Styx were ringing in the New Year the right way because I was not ready to explain what was happening. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I could explain it since I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening. I could explain our drunken night together, no problem. But this? I had no clue what this was other than a sober night together.

  We got into the house, and everything was dark and quiet. I never imagined the thought would ever cross my mind where I was thankful that Grace’s bedroom was at the north side of the house and Sterling’s was at the south. Their house was huge, so I didn’t have to worry about Grace and Styx hearing me scream the house down, because if memory was serving me correctly-and it was-I was definitely going to be screaming.

  The entire walk up the stairs and towards Sterling’s room was without a word. It almost felt as if words might break the sexual spell and neither of us wanted that. And I wanted Sterling enough to pretend that this was a good idea for the night.

  Once we made it inside Sterling’s room, I wasn’t given a chance to think about the repercussions of what we were about to do. The second the door shut and locked behind me, Sterling had me up against the wall, his hands digging painfully in my hair, his hard, chiseled body pressed up against mine, and his lips crashing down on mine.

  My hands grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt and twisted in pure pleasure. Anyone who didn’t thinking kissing was a turn on has never been kissed the right way. Sterling’s tongue in my mouth, lips on mine, hands tangled in my hair was just as hot as if we’d been naked.

  He broke the kiss off just long enough to tell me, “I’m not letting you go until the sun comes up, London.”

  If he was expecting an argument, he wasn’t going to get one. “Okay,” I breathed out.

  His lips started making their way towards my neck. “And I’m not letting you sleep until I can’t get it up anymore,” he promised wickedly.

  “Sterling…” I moaned because that sounded wonderful. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that I wouldn’t be sore tomorrow, what with this being only the second time I’ve spent the night with a guy, but I knew Sterling could deliver on his salacious promises.

  There was so much fire in those green eyes of his when he pulled back and reached for the hem of my shirt that I didn’t fight him when he lifted the fabric and pulled it over my head. His eyes flared as he got a good look at my white lace. “Do your panties match?”

  I arched a brow. “What makes you think I’m wearing panties?” I taunted. Two could play this game.

  The boy growled and his hand was under my skirt and running up the inside my thighs before I could stop him. It also didn’t stop until his finger was sliding in between the fabric of my panties and slowly sinking into my wetness. “Don’t ever fucking play with me like that again, London,” he warned. “Remember what you agreed to.” A second finger joined the first and I had to latch onto his arm to steady myself.

  “And what did I agree to?” I asked breathlessly, because this beautiful boy in front of me knew exactly what he was doing with those gifted fingers of his.

  Sterling crowded me again as he added a third finger, and I winced from the discomfort. He may have screwed me four times that first night, but that didn’t mean I was accustomed to being used.

  His other hand cupping my right breast, he leaned into my ear. “You agreed to be mine, London,” he answered, his voice low and dark. “That means I get to do whatever I want to you and this delectable body of yours.” I moaned. His fingers were stretching me uncomfortably, but it still felt good.

  His words felt good.

  Sterling and I were the exact same personalities, in where we didn’t care about much. But even knowing that this thing with us was going to crash and burn, it turned me on something maddening to hear Sterling Hale claim me when he’s never claimed a girl before. It was hard not to feel special and important.

  “Yeah?”

  His lips found my bottom one, and he bit down as he said, “Yeah, baby.” He curled all three fingers inside me, and my body started shaking. “You’re mine, London.”

  I had to ask.

  I had to.

  “And does that mean you’re mine?” The words were a mumbled mess as his fingers were pushing me to the edge. And I was right at the cusp of pleasure, that I really didn’t care what his answer was. But he gave me one anyway.

  “All of me is yours, baby,” he growled against my lips. He knew I was close. He knew because he could feel my body already beginning to clench around his fingers.

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you need me to prove it?”

  I was about to say yes, but before I could, my entire body exploded in white-hot pleasure. Wave, after wave of pure bliss attacked me from my head to my toes, and I couldn’t think about anything other than this boy in front of me. “Sterling…oh, God…”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he hissed, his lips against my cheek. And as soon as he felt my legs give out, he pulled his fingers out of my body, lifted me as if I weighed nothing, and carried me over to the bed. I laid there, eyes hooded and my body still twitching, as Sterling stood at the foot of the bed and started removing his clothes.

  Sterling Hale was, hands down, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  His eyes blazed as he commanded, “Start taking all that shit off, London.” Limbs still weak, I managed to remove my bra and push my skirt and panties down my body. I toss all the garments onto the floor, and I laid in Sterling’s bed naked, not embarrassed in the least. I mean, it wasn’t like he hasn’t seen it all before already.

  Standing completely naked and proudly erect, my mouth watered at the sight before me. “God, you’re beautiful,” I blurted, not sure if I could have kept the words in even if I had wanted to.

  “Crawl over here,” he said, and my entire body clench at the dirtiness of his command.

  I also did exactly what he’d asked.

  I got on my hand and knees and crawled across the bed until my face was in line with this hard, hot heat. My eyes looked upward, and he looked like an avenging god above me. “Now what?” I asked, not recognizing my own voice.

  His hand slid into my hair, and he tangled my hair in his fist, holding me firm. “Now you open that smart mouth of yours and suck my dick, baby.” I knew he was referring to my combative nature and the argument at Tucker’s, so I didn’t take offense. Because he was right. I did have a smart mouth and told it like it was.

  Much like he did.

  But, again, I did what he asked.

  I reached out,
did my best to wrap what I could around his thick length, and took him into my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair and his groan sounded powerful as I did my best to swallow him whole. I knew I wouldn’t be able to, but I gave it my best shot.

  “Fuck, baby,” he hissed above me. “You’re good at that.” I took it as a high praise since he’s been my first and only, and with his encouragement, I worked him with my hands and mouth until he erupted deep inside my throat.

  Chapter 10

  Sterling~

  You’d never guess that London Addison hasn’t been giving blowjobs since puberty. She swallowed me down like a champ, and I loved seeing her on her knees for me.

  I knew a lot of people would view what I’d just done to London as derogatory, but if they only knew. She could have asked me for anything in the world while she was on her knees with my dick in her mouth, pleasing me, devouring me, and I would have given it to her.

  I’d give this girl anything as long as she was mine.

  I knew I wasn’t in love with her just yet, but whatever I was feeling for her was real, strong, and worth burning in whatever flames might engulf me later.

  London had a valid point when she had said this thing between us was probably going to burn and crash. Because were so much alike, we were bound to clash. But what she was making me feel was worth it. She was worth it for whatever reason.

  My jealousy had been real back at Tucker’s, and I wasn’t going to downplay it as anything other than the truth. And the truth was that London had a hold on me for some reason, and that was good enough for me to see this thing through.

  She was looking up at me, her face flushed, and her lips swollen, and she looked fucking beautiful. “My turn,” I told her, and her eyes flared, knowing what I meant. London eagerly began to scoot back up the bed, but I grabbed her left ankle and pulled her back. If she was going to be on her knees for me, then I planned on returning the favor.

  I positioned her with her ass on the edge of the bed, and I sank to my knees until my face was right where it needed to be. With her legs spread and her pussy bare before me, I dug right in. I swiped my tongue over her from her tight rosebud, over her leaking pussy, to her hardened clit.