Our Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 5

Kingston POV

Every rule I’ve spent a lifetime building myself around is already gone, burned down somewhere between the hallway and this bed, and I can’t find it in myself to mourn a single one of them. Story’s hands are in my hair, her breath uneven against my mouth, and there’s no version of tonight where I stop.

“Kingston,” she breathes, my name a question and an answer at once, and something in my chest breaks wide open. I don’t think about Asher, or Delphine, or the ring still buried in my suitcase. I don’t think about anything except her — the weight of her against me, the way she pulls me closer like she’s been waiting just as long as I have.I keep moving in and out of her. She feels good; she feels right; she feels like heaven. I close my eyes as she presses her breasts against my chest, wrapping her fingers in my hair, pulling slightly. f**k, she really knows how to get me going. With one movement, I pull away from her and spin her around. Story moans as I press her breasts against the desk. My hand is on her back, keeping her in place while my other one holds her hip while I slide inside of her again.

My eyes roll back as my head falls back and I let out a loud growl, feeling her tight around my c**k. I lean over and kiss her back while my fingers dig into her hips, keeping her in place while I slam deep and fast into her. She feels so good that I feel like I am under a spell. No woman has ever felt this good

"Kingston," Story moans my name, and that is enough for me to get closer to coming. I move my arm around her waist, finding her c**t with my fingers. I pinch it slightly before I start rubbing and Story goes weak off her legs. Her entire body starts convulsing as she reaches the peak of her orgasm and she screams my name.

I find my release after a couple more pounds and we stay in the same position without moving, trying to catch our breaths. Slowly, I move out of her and she shivers. She stands and turns around to face me. Her face is red from being pressed against the desk. I move my hand touching her face, caressing the red area and she smiles, placing her hand on top of mine.

I take one step closer to her and she closes her eyes as I rest my forehead against hers. When she opens her eyes, I feel like lightning has struck me. My heart beats fast and I can't help but smile. A car noise breaks the spell between us. I look at the locked door when Story curses under her breath.

"That's Asher," she says, pulling away from me. I honestly don't care who it is right now. I grab her wrist before she has a chance of escaping, and I kiss her again. Story rests her hands on my chest and pulls away.

"If Asher catches us together, he will kill me," she says, and I can't help but chuckle.

"I think he loves you too much for that. He will kill me," I say and she smiles, getting on her tiptoes and kissing me lightly on the lips.

She runs to the door, unlocks it, and looks both sides before she sneaks out towards her bedroom. I pull my shorts up and pick up my T-shirt from the floor before I open the window. It smells like s*x in here.

I close my laptop and walk out of the office. When I reach my bedroom, Asher walks up the stairs. "Did you get everything done?" He asks and I nod. I had more than I was planning.

"Yeah, how were the things you had to do?" I ask and he nods, approaching me.

"Story is going to flip when she sees her new car," he says and I widen my eyebrows. I nod slightly, smiling. "I got her the jeep she wanted," Asher says.

When I'm alone in my room, I realize I don't know a lot about her. I never really paid attention to her. She was always Asher's sister, and she was young and awkward. But now ... she is a woman and I want to get to know her. Is it weird that I want to know everything about her?

I open the suitcase, retrieving her birthday present from the inside. I bought her a pair of earrings and now I can't even remember if she has her ears pierced. I shake my head, pushing those thoughts away before I have a shower and get myself ready for her birthday party. s**t. Delphine.

I pull my phone from my pocket and dial her number and a very annoyed Delphine answers. "Finally," she says and I pinch the bridge of my nose sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry, I was busy with work. What's up?" I ask, and she takes a deep breath before she starts nagging me.

"I asked you to come pick me up, and you're not here. Why are you behaving like this? Is it because of that girl?" She asks and I stand up, walking to the window.

"Look, I told you I was busy with work. You caught me at a bad time. You know that today is the party, and if you can't behave properly, it's better if you don't come," I say. I honestly wish she wouldn't come. After the time I spent with Story, the last thing I want is to see Delphine.

"Okay, I know it is the party, look I am sorry. It's just that she has this crush on you and she looks stunning now, and you are looking at her differently," Delphine says and I stay quiet. She noticed I was treating her differently. And Story had a crush on me that summer? How did I not notice?

"Okay, look, why don't you get an Uber? I need to go get dressed for the party and I still need to help Asher with some arrangements," I lie.

"Okay, I'll see you at the party. I love you," she says, and I end the call without replying. I need to see Story and explain about Delphine. Or I don't? She knows I have a girlfriend, and she didn't care while I f****d her.

I grab my clothes and walk out of my bedroom and into the bathroom to have a shower. When I am done, I walk down the stairs to find Asher sitting at the breakfast bar cradling a glass with some sort of liquor inside.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, and he takes a deep breath, shaking his head.

"Did you notice anything weird today?" He asks, and I shake my head. What the hell is he talking about? Well, besides me f*****g his sister in their father's office. Nothing weird happened.

"I found Story's clothes discarded near the swimming pool. I think she had someone with her, and she is having s*x," Asher says, and I almost choke on my own saliva when he says that. I walk to the other side of the breakfast bar, grab a glass, and pour some water.

"Maybe she just went for a swim," I say and he shakes his head while I empty the glass.

"Her bikini was there as well," he says, and I curse under my breath. "f**k"

"Yeah, f**k," Asher says and I look at him while he takes the glass to his lips.

"I can't believe she is finally having s*x," Asher says and I frown, looking at him.

"Finally?" I ask, and he nods.

"She told me she never had s*x with that loser of her ex-boyfriend. He wanted, but she said she wasn't ready," Asher says and I feel like someone just stabbed me in the middle of my chest. I pull a stool and sit down because I feel like I am about to collapse.

"She was a virgin at eighteen and dating someone for two years?" I ask and Asher nods.

"Three years," he says, correcting me. f**k. I really f****d up now. Why didn't she tell me she was a virgin? I f****d her brains out. I was her first, and I didn't even consider taking her to a bed, and not being an animal. If I knew, I would've done things differently.

No wonder she screamed when I got inside of her. f**k. Guilt consumes me, especially when she walks down the stairs wearing her red dress that clings to her curves. We both stand up and she smiles as she looks at me. f**k. Her smile is electrifying.

Her hair is falling down her back with curls while her lips are painted red and her eyes match the black of her shoes. f**k. She looks absolutely stunning and I can't even control my eyes that scan her body.

"You look amazing." Asher says, offering her his hand, and she takes it, walking down the last couple of steps. She looks at me and I can't bear to look at her.

"Happy birthday," I say as she looks at me.

"Thank you," she replies with her smile illuminating the darker corner of my soul. I shake my head, trying to push away the thoughts that are tormenting me.

"I have to go pick up Delphine," I lie, walking past them toward the exit.

"Kingston?" I hear Story's voice call and I stop walking, turning to face her. The way her voice said my name made my entire body shiver.

"Save me a dance?" She asks and I nod. I would do whatever you asked me to do. I would burn the world to the ground if I needed to.

"Sure," I tell her before I walk out of the house, grabbing my phone and dialing Delphine's number.

It takes me longer than I thought to get to Delphine's home and, for once, I am glad about it. This time alone is allowing me to think about how badly I f****d this up. Story lost her virginity to me, while she stood on a desk and I f****d her with no regard for her feelings.

Her first time should've been a vanilla missionary, with plenty of foreplay, with me idolizing the ground that she walks on, not me behaving like some horny teenager that disregards the woman's feelings.

"f**k," I exclaim as I slam both my hands on the steering wheel.

The drive to the party was quiet. Delphine kept trying to turn me on, moving her hand to my c**k while I kept moving her hand away with the excuse that it was dark and I need to focus on my driving. The honest truth is that Story ruined me for other women, and I can't bear the thought of Delphine touching me.

Asher went all out for Story's party. All her friends are here. They are all dancing and almost f*****g each other as they rub their asses on one another. I look around and then I see her. Sitting with her parents, not dancing. Something inside of me snaps and I walk to her. Her smile grows when she sees me.

"As I promised, your dance," I say, offering her my hand, and she talked while her mother and father smile.

Once on the dance floor, the music goes quiet and a slow song starts. Story wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her close, trying to look like I am not enjoying the proximity. "Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" I ask, and it takes her by surprise. She pulls away from me just enough so she can look me in the eye and I can see her cheeks going red again.

"Why do you think I was a virgin? Did I do anything wrong?" She asks and I swear I wish I could just kiss her right now and throw her over my shoulder, taking her to a bed where I could worship her body.

"You were great, but you should've told me," I say, and she rests her head against my chest again.

"Would you have done it if you knew?" She asks as she pulls away again and I look her in the eyes, rubbing my finger on her lower back.

"I would, but I would've been careful," I say, and she shakes her head.

"That wouldn't have been you," she says. I can see the tears forming in her eyes and I place my finger under her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye.

"Your first time should've been different, if only I knew," I let out and she pulls away from me.

"I am not broken, and you're ruining it for me," she says as she walks away from me, leaving me alone in the middle of the dance floor, watching as she walks away.