Broken Trust A Dark High School Romance - Tate James Page 0,62

Butterfly,” he groaned, grinding his hardness against me and biting down on the fleshy part of my neck. “You drive me insane.”

I let out a small laugh as my hands found his belt and made quick work of opening it. “The feeling is entirely mutual, Sebastian Beckett.” I bit my lip as my hand found the velvety smooth skin of his cock and wrapped around the length of it.

He hissed as my fist stroked him up and down, but it was only the briefest moment until he was back in control. There was an urgency hanging over us, and I knew he could feel it too. Not only had we already been gone long enough to arouse suspicion, but we both knew our shit hadn’t been resolved. How long until one of us—probably me—decided this was an awful mistake and called it all off?

“Baby,” he breathed, his hand shoving the length of my dress out of the way and hooking his fingers in the lace of my panties, pulling them aside. “I missed you.” His fingers sank inside me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing quick circles until I was quivering with need.

“Shut up,” I told him. “This is not make up sex. It’s just sex.”

He snorted, but didn’t argue. “Birth control?”

“On it and all good,” I groaned back, not wanting him to stop for a second.

He withdrew his fingers and quickly replaced them with his rigid cock. In one harsh thrust, he was fully inside me, and my pussy spasmed around him. It hadn’t been all that difficult, I was already so wet before we’d even entered the bathroom, and he damn well knew it.

Whispered curses slipped from my lips as he began to move, fucking me with that same angry intensity that had started all of this. Desperate for more, wanting him deeper, I tilted my hips forward and crossed my ankles behind him.

“Fuck yes,” I encouraged. “Harder, Sebastian. Harder.” My words dissolved into a wanton moan, and he gave me what I wanted, pounding me so hard my head bounced against the mirror behind me.

His hand snaked down between us, tweaking at my clit until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I screamed my release as my pussy clenched and pulsed, locking his throbbing cock in a vice grip as I came. Hard.

“Shit, Riley,” he panted, placing another open mouthed kiss against my neck as I rode out my orgasm, my legs shaking and heart racing. “You kill me, baby.” Seconds later, his pelvis slammed into mine a few more times as he came.

For a long moment, we just ... remained frozen. My head rested against the mirror and Beck’s sweaty forehead pressed to my neck. He was still sheathed inside me, and for a really, really long minute I never wanted that to change.

But, reality, that bitch, was waiting right there to slam back down on me and remind me why I’d been pushing Beck away in the first place.

He must have sensed me withdrawing again, because he shifted back and adjusted his clothing. I did the same, grabbing some tissues from beside the basin to wipe myself up as much as I could before righting my panties and letting my skirt fall back over my legs. Not that my pathetic, soaking wet lace thong would do much of anything to stop the wetness of Beck’s cum sliding down my thighs, but it was better than nothing.

“We should get back,” I murmured, avoiding his gaze as I tidied my hair in the mirror. He said nothing, so I flicked the lock to leave.

“Butterfly,” he said, grabbing my wrist and halting my very literal attempt to flee whatever had just passed between us. Not the sex—that part was pretty obvious—it was all the emotional baggage I was running from. “We should talk.”

“Mm hmm,” I agreed. “We should. But now isn’t the time.”

He couldn’t disagree with me on that, so after a moment he just released my wrist and let me rush out of the bathroom and back to the party.

It was a futile effort. I knew this. But just for a little longer, I wanted to run from all those heavy, dark, painful emotions. I wasn’t ready to bare my soul to him, even if he was.

Tonight of all nights, I was grateful for that small favor.

20

Beck

After the gala, an exhausted Riley drifted off in seconds, and I watched her like the fucking obsessed creeper I was, long after the tense lines of her face