Captured: Highgate Preparatory Academy, Book 1

Kai and I spent a wonderful afternoon wandering about town and looking at what the high-end shops had to offer. He didn’t mind window shopping at all and was a great companion, happy to talk about anything and everything. He shied away from talking about his childhood, but then so did I, so we mainly stuck to Highgate Prep. He filled me in on all the gossip, which I must say is hilarious. When I questioned him about how he knew so much, he just shrugged and told me, a little cryptically, that he keeps an ear out for these things.

We stopped for tea in this beautiful, authentic British tea room run by an Englishwoman, named Sally. I got to enjoy a proper cup of fragrant Earl Gray tea with a slice of buttery Victoria Sponge cake, which made me tear up a little with a pang of longing for home. Although, I don’t miss it quite as much as I thought I might, and that surprises me. I suppose given what happened…nope! Still not going there! Not today, Satan! I know it’s cowardly of me to not face what happened, but I just can’t. I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to.

After tea, we went to the supermarket to pick up a few bits and pieces for dinner. Kai explained that he usually orders shopping online and gets it delivered to the dorm, but had forgotten a few key ingredients for tonight’s meal. I do love how excited he gets about cooking for us all, and he really does take great joy in feeding people. Perhaps I’ll make something for him one day, a typical English roast dinner. Or maybe I’ll see if he’d like to cook it together?

We head back to campus as it’s getting dark, the sun setting behind those breathtaking mountains with the stunning image reflected in my wing mirror. I feel so at peace here, like there’s a calming breeze constantly playing over my skin. This place, it’s something else.

I feel at ease for the first time since Mum died, like I can finally breathe and live again. I don’t know whether it’s the guys or the setting, maybe both? Mum was always a great believer in following gut instincts, and mine is telling me that here is where I’m meant to be. At least, for now.

As I open the door to our dorm, I hear the beautiful voice of Joseph Vincent singing Mine, and I come to a complete standstill, stalling just inside. Kai knocks into me, grabbing my arms from behind to help steady me, but I hardly notice when I see the sight before me.

I lock eyes with Loki who’s lounging on the sofa looking entirely too pleased with himself, like a smug cat. No, a tiger. He’s much too primal and dangerous for a mere moggy. He slowly licks his full bottom lip then captures it between his teeth, making my heart stutter, my breath catch on a sharp inhale, and my core ache fiercely. Kai’s fingers tighten on my biceps, which just seems to fuel my lust and I feel my knickers getting damper by the second.

Loki looks decadent, lounging there, arms thrown along the back of the sofa and one leg up over the arm. An angel waiting to be worshipped. Or a devil waiting for his sacrifice.

He’s wearing a navy blue dress shirt unbuttoned and open, displaying his delicious torso, covered in all that beautiful ink. His jeans are slung so low on his hips, I can see his happy trail, which is auburn like his hair.

Fuck me.

I can’t even form a coherent thought as that song plays with him looking like he’s seconds away from the best orgasm of his life, devouring me with that emerald gaze of his. There’s a banked heat in his eyes, and I know I’m not the only one remembering him fucking me senseless whilst he sang this very song to me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Curling up, he stalks over to us, not taking his predatory gaze off mine, and when he reaches me, we are so close my hardened nipples brush his bare chest. I gasp quietly at the contact, and hear a low growl from behind me, which Loki raises a perfect red brow at. A mischievous smirk crosses his lips as Kai pulls me closer, my back now flush with his front. Having them both caging me in is destroying what little sanity I had left, and I’m so close to the edge I could tumble off with the slightest nudge.

“You’ve a little drool there,” he teases, chuckling as he uses the pad of his thumb, wiping at the corner of my mouth.

Twatterdick. Two can play that game!

Before he takes his thumb back, I capture it between my teeth, biting down slightly before sucking it all the way into my mouth and using my tongue to caress it. My fingers tease along his hard abs, finding every ridge and line.

A breath hisses out of him, an inferno raging deep in his eyes as I continue to caress his digit with my mouth. In all fairness, I’m not faring much better and if the hard length pressed against my back is any indication, neither is Kai. Ironically, I can hear Swalla – Acoustic Version by Missy & Blonde and Julia Ross come over the speakers, and I smirk as I let go of his thumb with a pop.

I can see his chest rising and falling with how hard he’s now breathing, his pulse jumping in his throat. My own heart rate matches his, beat for beat as arousal floods my veins, getting me all hot and bothered.

“How long til dinner, Kai?” he growls out, gaze still locked with mine.

“Ummm…about an hour I guess. Why?” I hear Kai huskily respond back, his breath caressing the shell of my ear, sounding a little confused as his grip loosens from my arms.

“Great.” Loki winks, with a wickedly sinful smile back on his luscious lips.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he picks me up, tearing me from Kai’s loosened hold, and throws me over his shoulder fireman style, heading in the direction of the stairs.

“Loki!” I screech as I kick my legs, and he practically bounds up each step, bouncing me against his body.

“Dick move, Loki Thorn!” I hear Kai shout as we reach the top. Loki chuckles evilly in return but doesn’t falter as he walks down the hall.

He crashes his door open then deposits me on my feet, not even out of breath, the fucker. The look he gives me burns me up from the inside, like a wildfire out of control, consuming everything in its path.

Grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, he slams his mouth on mine, devastating me with a soul searing kiss. The fingers of his other hand tangle in my hair, giving just an edge of pain which makes my knees fucking buckle. I would fall to the floor if he didn’t have such a tight grip on me.

“Fuck, Lilly. What have you done to me?” he whispers over my lips, our foreheads touching as he walks forward, guiding us to his bed. “I’m an addict, and you are my. Fucking. Perfect. Drug,” he murmurs in between savage kisses.

Before he makes another move, I switch our places and push him onto the bed. Holding his gaze in mine, I smile teasingly at him as I sink down to my knees on the floor, my head level with his crotch.

The fire flares even brighter in his jade depths as I slowly pop each button on his jeans, opening them just enough to let him spring free. I look down to admire his beautiful, hard length, the tip glistening with a bead of precum that’s caught on his piercing.

Leaning down, I lap at it, tasting the saltiness and cool metal, before hearing a deep groan sound above me.

“Lilly, that naughty fucking tongue of yours…” Loki starts, cutting off mid-sentence when I lick the underside of him, from balls to tip.

I came across a website the other night, How to Give A Great Blowjob, and decided that there’s no time like the present to practice some of the suggested tips.

Rolling my eyes up, I hold the base of his cock in one hand licking the tip all over like it’s my favourite ice cream. I watch the pleasure roll over his beautiful features, his mouth open as he pants.

I focus my gaze back down, and he groans loudly as I begin to flick my tongue over the frenulum, again and again, causing his hips to buck wildly.

“Fucking hell, Lilly!” he cries, his hand coming to grip my hair tightly.

I take the head of him into my mouth, giving a gentle suck, then use my tongue in a circular motion round the top, playing with his piercing, speeding up then slowing down. Loki curses again as I take more of him into my mouth before slowly coming back up.

Bobbing my head, I repeat this a few times, taking him all the way in then pulling away. I feel spit dribbling out of the corner of my mouth as I work to take him deeper each time.

Looking back up, I hold his lust filled gaze as I take him fully into my mouth, making sure to moan out loud with pleasure. This time, I take him right to the back of my throat, holding him there for a few seconds.

He’s groaning and cursing, the hand in my hair a punishing grip, and I can feel him start to get even harder right before his balls draw up and tighten.

“I’m so fucking close, Lilly,” he gasps out. So the next time, I take him all the way in and hum, pausing to swallow. At the same time, I use my hand to cup his balls and massage that sensitive spot just behind them.

His cock becomes a solid steel rod seconds before I feel hot cum scorch down my throat and he yells his release, his eyes rolling. I swallow every drop, then release him with an audible pop like I did his finger downstairs.

I lick my lips with a satisfied smirk, sitting back on my heels, his hand letting my hair go. He’s sweaty and breathing hard, his eyes closed and a look of pure bliss on his face.

“That was,” he pants in between breaths, “fucking epic.”

A cough sounds behind us, my head whipping round to see Ash standing in the open doorway, face flushed and eyes dark with lust. There’s a definite bulge in his grey slacks. Looks like he came back early.

“You left the door open, Loki,” he tells us, his voice rough, but surprisingly, given his words, he’s not chastising. His eyes take us both in. Me on my knees, and Loki with his pants open. Ash’s nostrils flare. “I think there’s time before dinner for Lilly to have a treat for that, wouldn’t you agree, Loki?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Loki replies, still a little breathless, leaning up on his elbows. “What would you suggest?”

Ash pauses, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger.

“Loki, lie back. Lilly, take your skirt off and sit on his face, facing me,” he commands. My breath hitches at the authority in his tone, and my pussy gets even wetter.

“Yes, sir,” Loki teases, and I catch a flare of heat in Ash’s gaze.

I stand up, unzipping my pleated cotton nineteen-fifties style skirt, dropping it to the carpet, leaving me in my lace topped stockings, a blush pink suspender belt, and lace thong set.

“I swear, you wear this shit to torment me and make me fucking cream my pants like a thirteen year old seeing pussy for the first time,” Loki growls out looking up at me, and I chuckle.

He lies back on the bed, legs dangling off the edge.

“You heard the Captain, Pretty Girl. Come sit on my face,” Loki tells me cheekily. I look behind me at Ash, whose gaze is all kinds of intense, then turn back and walk to the other side of the bed, climbing on.

I crawl over to Loki, keeping eye contact with Ash the whole time. I manoeuvre myself so that I’m on my knees, my pussy hovering over Loki’s face.

Loki’s hands smooth up each thigh, playing with the lace of my stockings and pinging my suspenders, then growling under his breath when he finds my thong.

“This is in my way, wouldn’t you say so, Ash?” he asks.

“Rip it off,” Ash orders, and before I can even make a sound of protest, Loki takes it in his hands and snaps one side then the other until it falls off and he tosses it away.

The fucker! I open my mouth to reprimand Ash when he speaks again.

“Not a peep, Princess. Or Loki stops,” Ash drawls, a perfect black brow raised. I snap my mouth shut.

“Good girl,” Ash praises, still standing in the doorway, his eyes full of ravenous hunger.

My breath quickly turns to a stifled moan as Loki’s hot tongue finds my dripping wet cunt. He starts lapping at me, swallowing every drop that I’m giving him.

“Eyes on me, Princess.” Ash’s voice is hard with a slight strain.

My eyes open, I hadn’t even realised that they’d closed. I’m looking directly into Ash’s steel grey ones from across the room.

My breath stutters at the look of desperate longing that I see in his eyes. It’s there for just a moment, but feels like a lifetime, then Ash’s gaze changes, the tumultuous emotions disappearing to be replaced with hard unfiltered lust.

“Touch your clit, Princess,” he commands. Loki groans, a shudder cascading over me at the combination of Ash’s words, and the vibrations of Loki’s noise.

My hand travels down over the front of my body to find my clit, and I start rubbing the sensitive bud, sending shockwaves running through me like an electric current.

“Ash…I…I need…” My eyes still locked with his, pleading with him for more.

“More, Loki,” Ash demands, voice full of tension, not chastising me for speaking against his orders.

Loki starts licking and sucking so hard, his tongue thrusting inside me, that I’m screaming his name, then Ash’s along with my own release within minutes. My lids close, unable to stay open, and my body going rigid before turning to jelly.

Panting, I crack open my eyes to see that Ash is gone, the doorway now empty. I can’t help but feel a pang of loss at his departure.

I swing my leg over and off of Loki, looking down to see his chin glistening with my juices and a cocksure smile on those beautiful, biteable lips.

We hear Kai calling to us that dinner is ready, and Loki huffs out a laugh.

“Come on, Pretty Girl.” He sighs, curling up to a sitting position.

I just stare at him, confused.

“What’s up?” he asks casually as he walks across the bedroom and finds an old t-shirt to wipe his face.

“Ash being here didn’t bother you?” I ask, looking into his green eyes and seeing heat and amusement.

“It was hot as fuck, Pretty Girl,” he says simply with a shrug. “I’m always open for a bit of role play. And you know my views on sharing.”

He walks back towards the bed, one hand holding my skirt, the other held out towards me. I take it, letting him help me up and put my skirt on without knickers.

“You owe me new underwear, bastard,” I say, and he laughs.

“What makes you think that I want you to wear panties at all, huh?” he questions, looping his arm over my shoulder and leading us out of the room. I feel a devious smile cross my lips.

“You could get me some crotchless ones,” I suggest, looking up at his flushed face under my lashes, and he groans out loud.

“She’s trying to kill me,” he moans dramatically, leading us downstairs to the delicious smell of tacos.