Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,102

furiously to climb towards his own release while giving no care for mine. But screw that.

I slid my hand beneath me, reaching for my clit, but he yanked my arm out before I got close and pinned it to my back. Assbag.

“Ask nicely,” he demanded and I bit into the cushion to stop myself. He drove himself in harder, his thickness filling every space inside me, his dick jerking as he came close to finishing. I growled like a heathen and his hands moved to grip my hips as he held me at an angle he liked. I threw an elbow back, but it was too late as he groaned, rearing over me as he drove himself up to the hilt inside me and found his release.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, the sound so hot it made a tremor ripple through me.

Anger charged my veins with electricity as he pulled out of me and his grip eased on my hands. I twisted around and kicked off my yoga pants then pulled off my top and flung myself to lie down on the couch. He wants to play dirty? Then fine, I’ll play dirtier.

“You can go now,” I said airily, grabbing my phone up from where it had fallen on the floor and finding my way onto a porn website.

I played it loudly, not looking at Nash as he pulled up his sweats and I dropped a hand between my thighs, holding the screen in front of me and fingering myself just the way I liked. I propped the phone up against my thigh and pushed one hand into my bra, moaning as I watched the two dudes on screen DP a girl, though my mind was wholly on what Monroe had just done to me. Especially because I could feel the evidence of it between my legs.

“Tatum,” Nash snapped and I ignored him, moaning louder as I kept my gaze on the screen, pretending it was getting me hotter than he had. But no porn site could come close. He’d claimed me for his own pleasure, fucking defiled me. Why was that so damn sexy?

“This game isn’t funny anymore,” he growled.

Weird how it wasn’t funny now the tables had turned. I bit my lip, putting on my best porn show as I tugged my bra down beneath my breasts and squeezed them for my pleasure, but mostly to taunt my little voyeur.

“What’s wrong Nash, can’t you hack it when you’re the one being left out?” I asked without looking at him.

He leaned down, snatching my phone and throwing it across the goddamn room. It bounced over the carpet out of sight and I gaped at him in surprise. Before I could get a word of anger past my lips, he dropped down on the couch between my thighs, yanking me toward him by the hips and driving his tongue into me. I cried out as he lapped away the wetness between my legs, worshipping me in furious, hungry strokes of his tongue that drove me wild. He ran his tongue in a figure of eight across my clit, looking straight at me as he made my thigh muscles tighten and quiver.

“You don’t get yourself off over anyone who isn’t a Night Keeper,” he ordered then ran his tongue over my clit possessively again. My head fell back against the end of the couch as he sucked and licked and I was lost in a sea of blinding pleasure.

He didn’t torment me this time, quickly bringing me towards my orgasm which was so close already that it didn’t take long. I trembled and clawed at his hair as his tongue slid over me and suddenly I was shattering, screaming, praising his fucking name and left panting in the wake of his power.

“Forgive me?” he smirked, crawling up my body and laying his weight on me.

I couldn’t help but smile, pushing my fingers through his messed up blonde hair. “On one condition.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” His smirk grew.

“Admit that I won,” I said and his smirk died a sudden death.

“Damn you,” he muttered, holding off for a beat longer, but I could see the defeat in his eyes. “Fine, you won, princess. Happy now?”

“Very.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again, his heart racing against mine as I bathed in the weight of him holding me down.

“So I actually came here to give you this back. I thought it might cheer you up.” He reached into his pocket and