Page 114 of Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw High 1)

I slowly sit forward.

“Is she...” Royce trails off.

“Yup,” Captain finishes for him.

“Sneak out of your own room, did you?” She tilts her head.

My forehead creases and she grins, leaning over the edge.

Oh hell yes.

“Nothing to sneak out on.”

Her eyes bounce between mine. “I had to pee, brush my teeth. Now I’m ready to go back to bed.”

“Are you now?”

Royce and Captain chuckle quietly.

“Yeah. I am.” She grins. “Which bed should I go to, big man?”

No, no ... we’re not playing this game.

I lick my lips and her eyes dart to follow. My smirk is slow. “You tell me.”

A throaty laugh leaves her, and she smiles. “Don’t make me wait.” She winks, and heads back up the stairs, shouting out once she’s out of sight, “Mornin’, boys!”

“Mornin’, Raven,” they tease back at the same time, then hit me with their grins.

“Good luck, brother.” Captain stands.

“With what?”

Royce laughs. “She’s got us by the balls, and she’s not even ours. Can’t imagine what she’ll do with yours.”

Captain grins. “We’ll go get a table for breakfast. We’ll wait thirty minutes then order.”

I nod and the second the door closes I take the steps two at a time.

I give her no warning, no notice other than my footsteps then I’m on her, crawling over her body, loving how her legs are already lying open for me.

She laughs and scoots back on the pillow, sliding her hands up my bare chest until she can grip my shoulders.

She brings her feet up and slides them inside the back of my sweats to try and push them down. “You lied to me.”

“’Bout?”

“Being a metal head.” She grins.

“Metal head.”

She laughs lightly. “Your dick’s not pierced.”

“You pissed me off, I had to come back at you with something,” I admit, annoyed at the memory and she smacks me.

“Hmm ... shame,” she whispers playfully.

“We didn’t use a condom last night,” I point out and she nods, licking her lips. “If you tell me to, I’ll go grab one.” I drop my hips so I’m pushing against her and she moans lightly. “But if I had it my way, you’d let me slide in bare.” I skim my lips across hers and she gasps. “Heat to fucking heat.”

She pushes against me, chasing for friction, begging for more pressure against her clit. Her eyes hit mine. “Heat to fucking heat,” she whispers with a sinful ass grin.

I groan, rolling my hips against her.

Her hands slide down, her nails scratching against my skin creating a fire trail to my dick. “Make me feel good,” she demands, and I smirk.

I dip, running my lips across the hallow of her throat, and whisper, “Patience.”

She chuckles huskily, then is gripping my hair to pull my head back.

Fiery eyes meet mine and my dick twitches. “When you’re on me, in me, or about to be, patience is the last thing you’ll get.”

I groan, pushing my hard-on against her, loving how her eyes darken before me. “You eager for me?”

She licks her lips, nodding against the pillow, her knees sliding up the comforter, showing flexibility I didn’t see from her last night.

Her hands run down my ribs, a dark brow lifting with satisfaction when my muscles lock under her touch. She pushes my boxers down so my skin can touch hers.

“Tell me,” I whisper, against her, sliding the tip of my dick across her slickness, growling as it’s coated with her excitement.

“Tell you what?” She lifts her hips, trying to get the tip inside of her. “How bad I want to fuck you?”

“How bad you want me to fuck you.”

She grins and lifts her head off the pillow until she can catch my bottom lip between her teeth. She doesn’t let up, forcing my face down with her.

She quickly lets go, flicking her tongue across my lips. “I want you inside me, big man. Now. Deep. And I want to come quick. We can test your stamina later.” She grins, but it disappears when I shove inside her.

“Yes,” she whispers, pulling her own knees back, begging me to hit the spot that’ll set her off.

I tilt my hips sideways a little and grind into her, not pulling out an inch and her hips start to roll against me. She starts shaking instantly, her clit rubbing with every move.

I dip my head, scraping my stubble across her sensitive nipples and she twitches.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out. “Do that again. Now.”

I grin against her skin, pulling out some so I can rock back inside slowly. It’s the grinding she likes, she wants her clit worked right along with this pussy. Double the pleasure points. I give her what she wants, scraping across her other nipple and her shaky hands grab my face, pulling it back to hers.

She kisses me like a starved fucking animal, and I growl against her, quickening my pace. She slides her hand under both our legs and cups my balls, squeezing lightly, and I jerk inside her.