Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,49

path and a stone dug into my knee as I continued to torture him, sliding him in and out of my mouth then gently raking my teeth against his shaft.

“Fuck – enough,” he demanded, yanking me upright and dragging me against him. I tucked him back into his boxers and his eyes became hooded as he gazed at me.

“Don’t underestimate me, Blake Bowman,” I breathed against his mouth and he nodded slowly before tugging me through the door.

“Never again,” he promised, kicking it shut behind us and dragging me upstairs.

We soon reached the top floor and he led me down the corridor, the sound of music and video games carrying from behind the doors as we moved to a room at the far end and Blake practically carried me inside.

I got one look at the bare room with the king size bed against one wall before he yanked me off of my feet and fell back onto the mattress with me on top of him.

“Are you wet for me baby?” he asked, grabbing my hips and forcing me up over him so my knees hit the pillow either side of his head.

“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed my dress up and I had to cling to the bed post to support myself.

My hips rocked with need, but he didn’t give me his tongue. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs and he ran his fingers up the middle of me. I shuddered full bodily and he groaned in response.

“Is this just for me, or for Kyan too? I saw how you looked at him tonight,” he growled and I clutched the bed post harder, bracing to keep my weight off of him.

“Blake,” I begged.

“Answer me.” He slowly pushed one finger inside me, deeper and deeper until I clenched around him.

“Both of you,” I admitted breathily.

“I can call him if you want him here too,” he said with a cocky smirk, pushing another finger into me and making me moan loudly as pleasure scattered through my body.

Was he serious right now? I’d never been with more than one guy at once and the Night Keepers seemed like a lot to handle individually. Besides, Kyan was a dickhole of mass proportions, so hell if I was gonna let him get his hands on me. Not that easily anyway.

I looked down at Blake so my hair tumbled around us in a golden sheet. “I want you. Just you.”

His eyes glimmered as a smile hooked up his lips then he placed his free hand on my right hip and forced me down onto his mouth. The heated pad of his tongue raked up the centre of me, landing on my clit and circling, circling, circling.

I cried out curses, clinging to the bed post as I held myself above him, his tongue working fucking miracles between my thighs. His fingers pumped in time with the movements of his mouth and I moaned louder and louder, sure everyone in the entire building could hear me, but I couldn’t stop.

My thighs tensed and a deep, blazing heat built beneath his tongue, promising an ending so powerful I didn’t think I’d survive it. My hips started to rock in time with his hand but I craved more than just his fingers, I needed the solid length of him inside me. I needed him growling my name and tugging my hair. I wanted more of his flesh on mine, giving me all the friction I craved.

His tongue flicked back and forth against my clit before he sucked and bit, making my back arch as bliss skittered through my flesh. The golden boy lived up to his name; he was good at everything and he knew it. But right now, I was more than happy to stroke his ego because I was in fucking heaven.

He chuckled as I ground against his mouth with an urgent need, the sound tumbling right through to my core. My legs quivered as I tried to keep my weight off of him while still trying to take as much pleasure from that expert tongue of his as I could.

Every part of me was clenching, tightening and he worked his hand faster as he sucked and kissed and licked and I fell, fucking tumbled into oblivion. I knew I was screaming but I couldn’t stop, my nails clawing into the wood of the bed post as I fell to ruin for him.

I pushed back when I found enough strength, dropping into the space beside