Broken Empire A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance - Callie Rose Page 0,40
his pants.
They brushed against the straining outline of his cock as I tried to undo his button, and his pelvis jerked as he let out a low grunt. He finally interrupted his exploration of my body to grab my hands in his, stopping my movement.
“Are you sure about this, Legs? We don’t have to take it that far.”
Offering, not taking.
Asking, not demanding.
He was giving me my power back, like he had in so many small ways over the past weeks.
I paused—one leg still hooked around his waist, my entire body bare and flushed, my clit throbbing with a nameless need—and gazed up at him. It was my choice, to take this further or to stop here. I held that power in my chest for a few heartbeats, letting it expand to fill the entire cavity.
Then I smiled at him and, with deliberate movements, tugged open the button on his pants and pulled down his zipper.
If I could have anything in the entire world right now, I’d choose this.
“Oh, thank fucking fuck.”
Finn’s nonsensical, relieved sounding curse only made me smile wider, and then he was draping his body back over mine, kissing the life out of me as one of his hands joined mine in pushing his pants and boxer briefs down.
I felt him grab his wallet before his pants slid down beyond my reach. I assumed he kicked them off, but I didn’t know and honestly didn’t even care. They weren’t in our way anymore, and that was all that mattered.
His lips met mine again, even as I felt him fumbling in his wallet and heard the sound of plastic tearing. His hands moved between us to roll the condom on, and then one stayed between us, fingers finding my clit and massaging it with firm strokes.
My back arched, and Finn hauled me up to sit again, pulling me toward him until just the very edge of my ass was perched on the bureau. My legs were doing almost no work, but the muscles of my right one still burned slightly, worn out from being asked to do anything at all. I ignored the weakness though, focusing only on the good feelings cascading through my body as Finn teased me, sliding just a little way in and out before stopping.
“Finn. Please. Do it!”
My words were punctuated by sharp breaths, and I tried to pull him closer, tried to force him deeper inside. I’d only done this once before, but my body knew what it wanted, knew the pleasure that could come from being filled like that, made whole like that.
“Talia, I—” Finn’s voice broke off, and for a moment I tensed, afraid he was about to say something I wasn’t ready to hear. Something I couldn’t believe yet, even if it were true. He licked his lips, holding himself frozen just inside me. “I care about you so fucking much, Tal.”
Then he pitched his hips forward and gave me what I needed.
Our hips pressed together as he filled me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he withdrew and did it again.
It was like being on an open sea during a storm, riding the rhythmic waves and hoping not to drown. Our lips met again, but each thrust of his hips tore them apart. We kept trying to kiss even as he moved harder and faster, and I lost track of trying to keep my noises quiet and contained.
Soft whimpers and breathless moans fell from my lips as I begged him inarticulately to keep going, to never stop.
When he finally did stop, his whole body shuddered, and his pelvis jerked against mine, grinding into me. I was close, so close, clinging to his shoulders and rolling my hips, chasing the feeling.
“I got you, Legs. I got you.”
Keeping one arm wrapped around my back, he slid his other hand between us, finding my clit again and working tight circles around it. My legs locked up, and I clenched around him as I came, squeezing the hardness that was still buried inside me. The orgasm rolled over me in waves, and when the pleasure finally receded, all my muscles seemed to relax at once.
I blinked up at Finn, taking in his flushed face, mussed blond hair, and slightly dazed grin, and felt an answering smile bloom across my face.
“So,” I breathed, brushing my fingers over the skin of his shoulders just because I could. Because he was mine. “You still want to study later?”