Page 117 of Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw High 1)

When I start to push into his hand, he pulls his thumb back and scrapes my clit with the tiny nail of his thumb, making me moan into his mouth.

My hand finds his dick in his pants and I start to stroke him as quickly as I can, taking the time to run my fingertips over his head every few pumps.

Finally, he growls, rips his mouth from mine and jumps on top of me.

His pants are down, my shorts are moved over and he’s inside me in the next second.

He pulls my legs back, bringing my knees to meet his ribs as he thrusts in and out in manic motions.

My hands shoot up to push on the headboard to keep my body as steady as can be so I can feel every hit against my clit.

My pussy starts to convulse around him, and he slips his hands under me, gripping me behind my shoulders. He increases his speed.

It’s hard and loud and so are we.

“Oh God...” I moan, my head falling back as every muscle in me tightens, and then I come, hard and pulsing. My body shakes against him, but he doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow his pace. He fucks me harder and my walls clench again.

He pulls out and I whimper.

Maddoc bends, kissing my stomach before pulling my clit into his teeth. He bites, then sucks while rolling his tongue against me and I start to shake, my knees clamping over his ears, my feet locking over his head, but right before I come again, he yanks back and flips me over, pulls my ass up and pushes back in.

Three deep thrusts and he grunts, running a hand down my spine as I wobble on my knees. He pulls out, spreads my ass cheeks apart and then his hot cum is coating my asshole, running down my slit to blend with mine as it’s forced from me.

He slides his dick against me, rubbing through our cum a minute before he smacks my ass and falls beside me.

I face-plant into my pillow, making him chuckle with the little breath he has control of.

A minute passes and then there’s a bang on my door.

“If you guys are done, we need to talk.”

I groan against my pillow and look to Maddoc with a raised brow. “Any chance you could go again real quick?”

He grins in amusement and covers my back with his body, pushing his dick against my ass. “I could go and go and go, Snow, but I like knowing you’re sitting around waiting to feel my dick stretching you again.”

My core heats and he laughs lightly like he knows it.

“And you thought you could pretend to forget this,” he says smugly and I my jaw drops, and I laugh.

He smirks and walks out, shoving Royce back when he attempts to slip past him and closes my door.

I laugh, grab some fresh clothes and head for the shower.

By the time I get downstairs, I figured the boys would be done with their little powwow, but I find them sitting on the couch, eyes on me.

I slow my pace. “What?”

“Did Collins corner you in the bathroom yesterday?” Maddoc asks, his face blank.

“Yeah,” I admit. No point in lying if they already know.

“And you didn’t fucking tell me?”

“No ...” I eye him, suddenly wondering if I made the wrong move. “I didn’t purposely not mention it, I just didn’t think about it.”

“Are you for real?” Royce snaps, shooting to stand. “You didn’t fucking think about it? You didn’t think we’d want to know if the one piece of shit who constantly tries to fuck us, was fucking with you?”

I eye them and my mother’s pitiful words spread inside me like the disease she is, wrapping around and squeezing my ribs and dare I say the organ that beats beneath them.

Foolish, worthless, unworthy of more than she gave.

I pick up my backpack from behind the couch and head for the door. “I’m not gonna be your little rat, so if that’s what you were hoping for ... find another piece to play with.” I push out the door and lean against the SUV to wait for the assholes inside.

Captain is outside just as quick as me.

He stares at me over the hood and when I widen my eyes like a bitch, he glances off. “Don’t push us away because you’re feeling things you never had.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well, I know what I’m talking about. And just so you know, that was about you. And not because we need to know everything but because we care. If someone is bothering you, threatening you, or hurts you. We want to know.”

The front door opens, and Captain finally unlocks the car, so I slip inside.

Nobody says a word on the drive to the donut store, nor on the way to school.