The Blackstone Prep Academy Duet

by M. E. Clayton

  Her hands fisted in my hair. “Sterling…” she moaned, and I knew it was because I had licked that sweet, forbidden spot that I had neglected that first night together. But I mean, come on, the girl had been a virgin. I hadn’t been on a mission to brutalize her entire body that night, even though I had taken her four times for her first introductory to sex.

  Ignoring her pleasant shock, I started making out with her pussy and the experience was just as delicious as it had been that first night. For a virgin, London hadn’t been shy. Granted, it could have been the alcohol that first time, but we’d been sober the other three times, and she hadn’t shied away from anything I had done to her.

  She had been beautifully uninhibited.

  Soon, London was riding my face, and that was my cue. I slid two fingers into her dripping pussy and her tight grip had me wishing I could eat her pussy and fucked her deep all at the same time. Even though I wasn’t about that shit, it gave me a better understanding of girls who took on two or three guys at a time. If I wanted to please her everywhere at once, I couldn’t imagine how a girl would feel being pleasured everywhere all at the same time.

  No judging here, whatsoever.

  “Sterling, I’m close…” she mewled, and it had me eager to make it happen. Making a girl cum for you was the biggest high on the planet. Nothing-and I do mean, nothing-was more beautiful that watching a female come undone.

  So, going with my gut, I went to help her explosion along a little faster. I braced myself on my elbows, and with my tongue on her clit and two fingers from my right hand buried deep in her pussy, I slid a lone finger from my left hand inside her ass, and it was everything for me not to cum all over the place.

  “Oh, God…” she moaned out breathlessly. I worked her sweet clit and double penetrated her until she was a screaming fucking mess. “Sterling!” I didn’t let up until her body clamped down on my digits invading her tight little fuck holes. Looking up, her body was bowed, her head thrown back, and her hands were pulling at my scalp.

  I’ve been with my fair share of females, and one thing was absolutely clear in this moment; London Addison had me whooped like a motherfucker

  I was sprung like a little bitch, but I wasn’t going to dissect the whys or whens. All that matter, moving forward, was that London Addison was mine. She was mine to take care of, and she was mine to fuck any goddamn way I wanted.

  I was going to own this girl.

  Just like she owned me.

  I pulled my fingers out of her body and crawled over her body. She was so out of it, I had to lift her and place her higher up on the bed as I covered her with my body. Once I was settled between her thighs, I slid right in. I didn’t slam into her, or anything aggressive like that. I slid in slow and made sure she could feel every inch of my thick, hard cock stretching her open.

  “Oh, God…” she whimpered, and it was like music to my fucking ears.

  Before London, I’d never really given much thought to a girl’s virginity, mainly because I’ve never been with a virgin. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel some sick satisfaction in knowing I’ve been the only guy who has ever seen London in this state. “You like that cock, baby?”

  Her hands grabbed onto my biceps, and she spread her legs wider. “Yes,” she hissed out.

  I pulled out and started that rhythm older than time. “Good,” I grunted. “Because you’re going to be getting it every day, London. Every fucking day, I’m going to be buried inside your hot, tight cunt.”

  “Okay,” she readily agreed, and I knew she probably wasn’t even registering what I was saying. But that was okay. That just meant my dick was doing its job and making sure she was out of her mind with pleasure.

  I hooked my arm under her knee and opened her wider, and she moaned like the perfect little slut. I was pretty sure I would never tire of hearing those seductive sounds coming from her mouth. I wanted to hear her moaning all damn day.

  Looking down at her, her eyes closed, her face flushed, her lips parted as she took every inch I had, I could swear on a stack of Bibles that I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. London Addison has always been a gorgeous girl, but right now? Right now, she looked magnificent taking my cock deep inside her tight body.

  I also knew we were going to have to talk about condoms and birth control soon, but the irresponsibility of what we were doing and what we had done that first night was not going to stop me now. I knew London was healthy, being a virgin and all, and I knew I was, but there was still the question of protection against pregnancy. And we’d have to talk about it soon because I wasn’t doing condoms with this girl. We were going to be each other’s first with a lot of things. And speaking of…

  “Baby?” It took her a few seconds, but she managed to open her eyes on focus those baby blues one me. I was drilling into her deep and purposeful, and I knew it was making it hard for her to concentrate. “Are you going to give me that ass?” Her moan was low and deep, and her eyes closed again. I hooked her other leg over my other elbow, and I had her spread open as far as her body would allow. “Let me stretch you wide open, baby.”

  “Sterling…oh, God…”

  “Is that a yes?” I panted, my entire body straining from working her underneath me. Because it was important that she was pleasured. It was important she was pleased. And it was crazy how significant that was to me. This shit really was different when you cared about the girl. Of course, you should always make sure the girl gets off, whether you cared about her or not, but when you cared about her, she had to do more than just get off.

  She had to be out of her fucking mind with the pleasure only you could give her.

  “Tell me you’re mine, London,” I demanded as I started slamming into her, harder and deeper. “Tell me you’re mine, and I get to do it all with you, baby.”

  Her hips rose, her body showing me exactly what it needed. “Sterling…”

  “Cum on my cock, baby,” I grunted. “Explode all over me, so I can fill you full of my cum.”

  “Yes…oh, God…yes…”

  “Yes, what?” I asked as she started to clench around me. “Yes, to being mine? Yes, to letting me fuck you up the ass? Ye-”

  “Oh, God!” London screamed as she came all over me, and I knew I fucking had her. The way she held onto me as she erupted all over me was her answer to all my questions.

  London Addison was mine.

  I rode her through another orgasm before I let myself cum inside her tight hold. I emptied everything I had in her as our phones were going crazy on the floor with texts and notifications of a Happy New Year. And staring down at London coming down from her high, this was the perfect way to start out the beginning of a new year.

  I collapsed beside her and hauled her body up against mine. Our labored breaths were the only thing that could be heard in the room until I broke the silence. “You’re fucking mine, Addison.”

  And without my dick in her pussy, clouding her mind, she said, “And you’re mine, Hale.”

  Chapter 11

  London~

  I woke up alone in Sterling’s bed, but I didn’t mind. I actually needed the space to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but Sterling hadn’t let me fall asleep until way past three this morning. I felt sore and exhausted, and knew it had to still be fairly early for the day after New Year’s Eve.

  I sat up, pulling the sheet around my body. Another thing I learned about Sterling Hale last night? He liked the girls in his bed to remain naked until he was done with them. And since I was still naked, I imagine that meant he wasn’t quite done with me. But if I was to take everything he said to my seriously last night, then it’d be awhile before he was.

  If ever.

  I looked down at my phone on the floor, and I knew it was brimming with texts and notifications, but I had more pressing problems at the moment.

  Grace.

  I wanted to be able to tell her about Sterling before she saw it all over social media. And si
nce I had a drawer and some space in her closet with my stuff in it, I figured I could shower, change, become human again, and then talk with her. I just hated crashing on her and Styx’s time together. They were probably cuddled up, being in love and whatnot.

  I let out a deep breath, dropped the sheet and threw on the shirt and skirt I had been wearing last night. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties because my girls weren’t that big, and I planned on showering and putting on some decent clothes before talking with Grace anyway.

  I walked out of Sterling’s bedroom and made my way to Grace’s room. I knocked softly knowing Styx was probably up already. Grace had mentioned once that she felt bad when Styx stayed over because he didn’t sleep well when he did. It wasn’t that he wasn’t comfortable in Grace’s bed, but more that he wasn’t comfortable in her parents’ house. He knew they hated him and that he wasn’t welcomed here.

  A few seconds later, a mused Styx Reinhart cracked open the door, and dressed in only a pair of pajama pants, the boy was hot as molten lava with his ripped body and perfect face. Grace was a lucky girl, indeed.

  His brows furrowed. “London? Are you okay?” My heart thumped at his question. Styx really was a good guy.

  “I’m fine,” I assured him. “Is Grace still sleeping?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. We didn’t fall out until around two or so.”

  I gnawed at my lower lip. “I don’t want to kick you out of bed or anything, but I really need to shower and stuff.”

  His smirk was telling. “Would you being here so early have anything to do with the video of you and Hale blowing up my newsfeeds?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Has Grace seen it?”

  His face softened. “No,” he said. “She hasn’t woken up since she fell asleep, and we…uh, weren’t worried about our phones last night.”

  I let out a soft laugh. “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” I teased him.

  Styx smiled and, damn, the boy was fine. He jerked his head to the side. “Get what you need, and I’ll make myself scarce while you shower and whatever.”

  I let out a grateful breath. “Thanks, Styx.”

  “No problem,” he said as he opened the door for me to walk through.

  I gathered everything I needed and headed towards Grace’s adjoining bathroom. Once inside, I threw off my clothes and took a hot, hot shower. My body ached and I needed the heat and water pressure to help work out some of my kinks. After I was showered clean, I brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back in a plain ponytail, and didn’t worry about makeup. Grace has seen me a million times without makeup. Sterling, too, for that matter.

  When I walked out of the bathroom, Grace was awake, but still in bed. She was also clothed from what I could see.

  She smiled at me. “Having our clothes and stuff at each other’s houses is super convenient.”

  I nodded. “Super.” I walked over, then eyed the bed. “Is there anywhere safe on this bed where I can sit?”

  Grace laughed. “No,” she answered truthfully. “You’re safer on the floor or the desk chair.” She jerked her head towards the foot of the bed. “The bed bench is safe, too.”

  I walked over and grabbed the desk chair. Dragging it over, I placed it next to the side of the bed and sat down. “Have you checked your phone?” I asked, not pussyfooting around.

  Grace shook her head. “When Styx woke me up to tell me you were in the shower and needed to talk to me, he asked me not to check my phone until I spoke with you.”

  My brows shot up. “He did?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, he did.”

  I shook my head. “Grace, you need to marry that boy. Screw high school, college, or whatever. Marry that boy, so he can never get away.”

  Grace laughed, and it was the sweetest sound. “You think I wouldn’t?” she gawked. “If he wasn’t so damn chivalrous and insisting on making sure he had a career first, so that he could support me properly, I’d already be married.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t judge you if you got him drunk one night and dragged him to Las Vegas,” I replied.

  She grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  And it was the perfect opening for my confession. “Speaking of getting drunk enough to get married…”

  Her brows rose. “Christ, don’t tell me you got so drunk at Tucker’s party that you married someone,” she wheezed.

  “No!” I laughed.

  Grace chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”

  I didn’t realize how hard this was going to be until just now. I loathed the idea that I might hurt her feelings because I hadn’t been brave enough to admit what I’d done. Grace has been my best friend since forever. I should have told her the next day. Or at the very least, I should have told her once her and Styx had gotten their shit together.

  I took a deep breath and hated bringing up that night for a couple of reasons. “The night…uh, the night you slept in the music room…” Grace’s entire body jerked, but she just gave me a small nod to continue. “Do you remember how I had come over here to see you, but…well, obviously you weren’t home.”

  “Yeah…” she muttered warily.

  “Well…Sterling offered me a drink…or several, while I waited for you.” I grimaced a bit. “But…you never came home.”

  Grace’s brows drew inward. “Yeah…”

  Screw it.

  “IgotsodrunkIendedupinbedwithyourbrother,” I rushed out.

  “Uhm…excuse me, what?” she said primly.

  My shoulders dropped and I let out my best dramatic sigh to date. “Sterling and I got drunk that night. So drunk, we ended up in his bedroom. Four times.”

  Her emerald eyes widened enough that I feared they were going to pop right out of her head. “What?”

  “I…I’m sorry, Grace,” I said, ignoring her shock. “I should have told you sooner.”

  “You slept with Sterl-” She stopped, and her eyes really did nearly popped out of her head when she said, “Holy shit, London. You lost your virginity to my brother? He’s the hickeys?”

  “It gets worse,” I muttered, not wanting to talk about those damn hickeys.

  “It does?”

  Once again ignoring her shock, I went on to tell her everything. I didn’t give her the details behind Sterling’s bedroom, but I told everything else about that night and last night, too. When I was finished, Grace just sat there looking stunned all to hell.

  “So…you’re dating Sterling?” she asked hesitantly.

  “I don’t know. I think so,” I hedged.

  “Where is he now?”

  I shrugged a shoulder. “I have no idea.”

  We sat there silent for a few moments, Grace processing everything I’ve just told her, and me, I guess, doing the same.

  After a few more moments, she said, “Holy shit, London.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “Holy shit.”

  Chapter 12

  Sterling~

  “I’m getting really tired of your shit,” I snapped. “If you think I was making idle threats before, I wasn’t.”

  “No need to be rude, Sterling,” my mother snapped back. “I just wanted to call to wish you and Grace a happy holiday.”

  “Then just do it,” I growled, feeling my hackles rise. “There was no need to ask if Styx was here with Grace last night when you already know the answer.” I had a frying pan in my hand, and I wanted to throw it across the fucking room. My parents were such horrible people, I often wondered why Grace and I just didn’t leave. Lord knows we had the money to.

  “You can’t fault us for wanting what’s best for our children, Sterling,” she replied, trying to play the concerned parent card.

  “Feed that line of bullshit to someone who doesn’t know you, Mom,” I fired back. “Now, I’m only going to say this to you one more time. Styx isn’t going anywhere. Either get that through your vapid, entitled little head or you’ll be spending the rest of your country club days explaining to the girls how you and Dad are so horrible, no amount of money will
make your children have anything to do with you.” Movement caught my eye, and I turned around to see a bright-eyed Styx sit down at the kitchen island. I stared at the guy as I ended my phone call with my mother. “Styx is going to marry Grace, and they’re going to be happy, and have a dozen kids. And if you have any hope of ever seeing those kids, you’d better change your tune. Because at this point, Grace loves Styx way more than she loves either of you two unconscionable snakes.” I hung up before I could say anything more damaging.

  Styx smirked. “Mom and Dad checking up on us?” he asked, and the sarcasm oozed.

  I let out a tiresome chuckled. “Fuck, they’re exhausting.”

  “I can’t imagine,” he returned. “Not sure I could have lasted eighteen years with those two.”

  I turned back towards the stove. “What are you doing up so early?”

  “London kicked me out of Grace’s room,” he answered casually.

  I turned back to face my one-day-brother-in-law. “Does Grace know?”

  He shook his head. “I was awake before she was, so having already checked my phone, I knew before London had knocked on Grace’s door.”

  “So, she went over there to tell Grace.”

  “That and get some of her stuff, so she could shower and stuff,” he replied. “While London was in the shower, I woke up Grace and told her I was taking a shower in one of the guest bathrooms. I also told her London was here and asked her not to check her phone until she had a chance to speak with London or you.”

  I let out a steady breath. “Thanks, man.”

  Styx shrugged a shoulder. “Shit happens,” he said. “Grace will under-”

  Might as well get it all out there if London was upstairs talking with Grace. “It wasn’t a drunken New Year’s Eve story, Styx.”

  His brows shot up. “It wasn’t?”

  “That night…uh, the night Grace didn’t come home…” Styx flinched, and I was glad to see it. Even though I hadn’t known the details, I knew enough about their night together in the music room to make me go after Styx the next morning. Whatever had happened that night was worse than I knew, and Styx’s physical reaction to my mentioning it told me he still had issues with whatever had happened between him and Grace that night. And that was good. It meant that Styx wasn’t taking my sister’s forgiveness for granted. “…London had come over here to visit her. We hung out and one drink led to another, which led to another…”