Broken Empire A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance - Callie Rose Page 0,50

on the soft mattress and following me down.

His body covered mine like it belonged there, like it had never been meant to be anywhere else, and he ground his hips into me, making slick wetness dampen my panties. He was moving against me, and I was writhing beneath him, the motions desperate and almost violent as we tried to press our bodies together in more places, to touch everywhere, to satisfy the need that threaded between us like jagged bolts of lightning.

His movements were jerky and uncoordinated as he tore at my uniform, loosening my tie before giving up on it and moving down to my buttons, undoing several before grabbing both sides of the fabric and ripping them apart. His head dipped to taste the skin of my breasts as I shoved his blazer off his shoulders.

As soon as it was off, I tried to work on his shirt, but I couldn’t focus with his mouth on me, trailing fire across my skin. As his lips, tongue, and teeth worked on the soft flesh of my breasts, nudging my bra down to get better access, he slipped one hand under my skirt, finding the spot between my legs and making me buck against him.

“Fuck.”

His breathless grunt was muffled against my skin, and then his hand delved beneath the waistband of my panties, and he slipped two fingers inside me.

Air rushed into my lungs, and I let go of him to grab fistfuls of the sheets at my sides, arching off the bed as I clenched around him.

“Mason!” The word was hardly more than a gasp, a whimper. “Please. I need—”

I didn’t know how to tell him, didn’t know how to describe the ache building inside me, the hunger and desperate need consuming me. So I showed him as best I could, lifting my hips off the bed, rubbing against his hand as his fingers pumped in and out of me.

“Fuck.”

He spoke against my skin again, moving up to lick and suck at my neck as his fingers slipped out of me. I heard the sound of his zipper and felt the rustling of his clothes before he flipped my skirt up and grabbed my panties, yanking them to the side.

Then, with a surge of his hips, he thrust into me.

He was hard and thick, filling me completely as our bodies met. We both cried out, our combined sounds filling the small space of my bedroom.

We froze like that, locked together in the most intimate way, and when he lifted his head to gaze down at me, something had shifted in his expression. He looked almost… shocked.

Then his features smoothed out, the pain and fury from earlier vanishing, and he watched my face as he withdrew almost completely and thrust back in hard. Our joined bodies rocked with the force of the movement, and twin sounds of pleasure fell from our lips. My hands still rested beside me on the bed, and I wanted to touch him again, wanted to hold onto him, but I couldn’t force myself to move at all.

I was transfixed by the look in his eyes, the sight of his face as he pulled out again in a slow drag and then surged forward.

We both groaned again, and Mason dropped his head, burying his face in my neck and keeping his pelvis pressed hard against mine, like he couldn’t bear to withdraw from me even for a second, not even for the delicious friction that came with it.

Like he’d live here if he could.

He stayed like that for several beats as our chests rose and fell against each other, our bodies resting together. When he finally pulled back out and started to thrust in again, he jerked to a stop with a strangled noise.

“Fuck. Condom.”

I blinked. Oh, shit. He was right. I hadn’t even thought of it until he spoke, hadn’t had the wherewithal to remember. I had just needed.

And I still did. So much so that even as I gasped out, “In my dresser—top drawer,” I was still squeezing my inner walls around him, wrapping my arms around his back, as if I could stop him from ever leaving.

I felt his body shake as he pulled back, sliding out of me. His hair was a mess, his shirt and tie were still on, and his pants were barely off, pushed down only far enough to free his dick. As he stumbled over to the dresser, I looked down at my own body, which was even