Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“I can show you where the boys’ rooms are,” Simone offered, waving her hand at me before I could reply. She led me down the hallway where I came from, glancing over at me every so often as we walked together. “Are you looking forward to your time at Stormcloud?”
I didn’t know how to answer that, but I knew she was just being polite.
“Yes. I think I’ll… learn a lot here,” I replied. I knew this academy wasn’t just a school to learn things at. The Kings had a hold on this place, but I wasn’t interested in being one of them. Power and money didn’t interest me as much as it did the other Kings, and I couldn’t help but think that there was probably something else I could do with my life other than push people around and boast about my title as the King of Coins.
Simone stopped at the end of one of the hallways and gestured to the doors on the left and right.
“These are the boys’ rooms,” she told me. “If you need anything, let me know.”
I nodded gratefully.
“Thank you,” I said. Maybe I was making things up in my head, but it seemed like her eyes lingered on me for a few seconds before she walked away. I looked away from her and headed to my room, not knowing of what was to come within the next few years.
I shook my head, clearing the memory from my mind. It was hard to go back to the past. I was so clueless of everything back then. I didn’t know who my father was. I didn’t know who my mother was. My title as the King of Coins never seemed to suit me. I was wandering and lost, and the only person who made me feel like I had a purpose and helped me feel grounded was Biba.
Without her, everything seemed so confusing and pointless all over again. I couldn’t see into the future, but things looked bleak. Maybe Simone’s death would be all for nothing. Maybe we would all fail and Stormcloud would crumble under the tyranny of the Kings. I tried to hold on to my hope as tight as I could, but in moments like these where I felt utterly alone, it was even harder. I needed Biba next to me again. I needed her in this bed.
My eyes fluttered closed, imagining Biba in the bed next to me. For a moment, I swore I felt her soft skin brush my arm. If she was here right now, I would’ve taken her face in my hands, told her how much I cared about her, and then sealed my words with a kiss. Her lips were always so soft and warm, whether they were brushing against my lips or other places on my body.
Heat stirred inside of me as I thought of her slender body moving down mine, her lips pressing chaste kisses down my chest as she moved. Feeling my cock throb at the thought, I undid my jeans and slipped my hand under the thin material of my briefs, wrapping my long fingers around my hardening cock. My breath hitched at the pressure, and it didn’t take me long to be fully hard.
I licked my lips at the thought of hers wrapping around my cock, taking me inch-by-inch until her nose touched my lower stomach. I pushed into my grip, letting out a slow breath as I kept my eyes closed. It was easier to keep the vision of her in my head as she bobbed her head up and down.
“Fuck…” I murmured, stroking myself a degree faster. The thought of her tongue gliding up the underside of my cock nearly made my back arch off the bed. I wanted to be buried inside of her so badly. My hand didn’t even come close to how good she felt, but it would have to do for now.
I twisted my hand around the head, pre-come beading from the slit. I was hot and aching all over, chasing down my release. I gripped the bedsheets with my free hand, wishing my fingers were tangled in Biba’s soft hair instead.
“Biba… oh…” I moaned lowly, my hand sliding up and down my cock faster. I was already on the edge, my cock pulsing and throbbing, ready for release. My heels dug into the mattress as I pushed my hips against my fist one last time, spilling all over my stomach and shirt.
I didn’t immediately stop my strokes. Tilting my head back in ecstasy, I pictured Biba draining me dry, swallowing me down with that pleased smile of hers on her face. My cock throbbed again, the last drips of seed sliding onto my hand.
Gradually, the heat and pleasure ebbed away, leaving me feeling even lonelier with a mess all over me. Fantasizing just didn’t come close to the real thing. Plus, with Biba, there was an element of passion that I couldn’t recreate in my head. It happened in the moment.