Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,52

jeans pocket which were still on the floor where I’d dropped them. I’d have ignored it if it was any other ringtone but We Are The Champions by Queen only rang for one man. My dad. And if he was calling me at three in the morning then there was a good damn reason for it.

“Sorry,” I breathed, rolling her over onto her back and knocking the pillow aside so that I could look down at her. “That’s my dad, I need to answer.”

“That’s okay. I’d always answer for my dad too,” she said, her blue eyes cracking open as she looked up at me sleepily.

I groaned, leaning in to taste her lips again and they parted for me as I kissed her slowly, sliding my tongue over hers in lazy strokes as I tasted her desire.

I groaned into her mouth, my dick driving into her side and aching with need.

The phone rang out and I forgot about it as I moved between her thighs, the tip of my cock sliding against her pussy which was already so wet for me.

I wanted to plunge straight in but more than that, I wanted her panting my name, moaning and begging for me.

I broke our kiss as I moved south, taking her rose pink nipple into my mouth as I tugged the other one between my fingers.

She moaned softly, her hands caressing my broad shoulders as I moved lower still, savouring the perfection of her tanned skin. There wasn’t a strap mark in sight and the idea of her laying butt naked in the California sun only turned me on more.

I slipped my hand between us, running my fingers straight down the centre of her as her breath caught in her throat.

“Fuck, Blake,” she gasped and I wanted to bottle the sound of my name on her lips like that.

I growled with desire as I sucked on her nipple and pushed two fingers into her. She was so wet, so fucking wet and the moan that escaped her was like tasting ecstasy. I was high on this girl and I never wanted to come down.

I ran my thumb over her clit and she moaned again, louder this time, not giving a shit if anyone in the next room heard us because that sound was for me. For what I was doing to her. And it just about summed up what she was doing to me too.

I moved my fingers in and out slowly, savouring the way her body tightened around me and the gasps that came from her each time I stroked her clit.

I released her nipple and reared over her, watching this perfect creature writhing beneath me, fucking my hand like she could never get enough of me. And in that moment I was sure I’d never get enough of her either.

Her eyes fluttered open and she met my gaze as I continued to drive her body to ruin. It was so fucking hot, I could see the desire there, the heat, the need. All of it aimed at me.

Her hands moved over her breasts and I wanted to watch that show so fucking much, but I couldn’t look away from those big blue eyes. They were an endless sky on a summer’s day full of promise and excitement and a heat so intense that I knew I’d be burned by her. But I didn’t care. I wanted to burn if this was how it felt.

“Blake,” she gasped again and I wanted her to say my name like that every fucking time I saw her.

“You can’t be real,” I breathed as I watched her panting beneath me.

I kept moving my hand, a groan of desire spilling from me as I felt her tightening around my fingers.

“More,” she begged. “More, ah, Blake.”

She came for me with a cry that almost had me spilling for her too and I growled with need as I kept stroking her through the final throes of it.

“I need all of you,” she demanded, reaching for my cock hungrily and I released a dark laugh.

“Greedy, aren’t you?”

“I can’t get enough of you,” she breathed and my brows rose as I wondered if that was true. Shit, I hoped it was true.

“Me either, Tate,” I growled, slowly drawing my fingers back out of her.

She shuddered as I withdrew them, the final shiver of her orgasm dancing along her skin.

Just as I was about to move on top of her, my phone started ringing again and I cursed.

Tate watched me