Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,42

soft skin at the backs of her knees before venturing higher up her thighs, only stopping when the fullness of her round ass was clasped tightly in my grip.

I groaned as I realised she didn't have any panties on, my fingers digging into her warm flesh as I tried to find the strength to restrain myself.

“If you don’t want me like this, tell me now,” I commanded, holding her gaze as her pupils dilated. “Because I’m teetering on the edge of a knifepoint here and I need you to make it clear to me. What do you want, siren?”

A beat of silence hung between us with no words puncturing it, then Tatum took hold of the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing before peeling it off of her body to reveal her nakedness beneath.

Her chest rose and fell heavily as she tossed the shirt aside and I didn't even give a fuck that it must have landed in some reckless heap on the floor as I just stared at her, golden hair cascading down around her face as she looked right back at me.

"All hail the queen," I breathed, just loud enough for her to hear and her breath hitched as I tugged her forward a step and my mouth landed on the heat of her bare pussy.

Tatum's hands moved down to grasp my tightly curling hair and she drew me closer, taking as much as she could from me as a breathy moan escaped her lips.

The symphony in my head was building in pace now as I caressed her with my tongue, basking in the shivers of pleasure I drew from her as I circled her clit, my hand shifting between her legs until I was driving two fingers into her drenched pussy.

She cried out as I pumped them in and out in perfect synchronicity with the movement of my tongue on her clit, playing out the music I was hearing on her body as my thumb teased over her ass. She gasped as I exerted a little pressure, her grip in my hair tightening as my name slid from her lips and my cock throbbed with an ache I was desperate to satisfy, precum making it slide against the fabric of my boxers. It was the tiniest bit of friction but combined with the taste of her in my mouth and the feel of her pussy tight around my fingers, it was enough to make me groan.

I pumped my hand faster, my thumb pressing down on her ass a little harder with each thrust until I finally drove it into her too and she came with a cry loud enough to make Monroe say something in his sleep down on the couch.

The sound of her coming for me was enough to fracture the last fragments of restraint I was clinging to and I lurched to my feet, lifting her into my arms and winding her trembling legs around me as I kissed her hard and hungrily.

I slammed her back against the bathroom door, grinding my cock between her thighs and making her whimper as I drove my tongue into her mouth and tasted the perfect mixture of her desire dancing between us.

Tatum's hands were still in my hair, gripping almost tight enough to yank it from the roots and I growled as I thrust against her harder, the barrier of my boxers the only thing dividing us as her wetness soaked them.

Monroe murmured something again and I growled as I took a hand from her ass, reaching for the door handle and spilling us into the bathroom. I wasn't sharing her. Not now. Not this first time. This was going to be me and her and I wasn't going to stop until the two of us couldn't even remember our names, let alone our problems. They'd had their chances to claim her like this and now it was mine.

I kicked the door shut and locked it for good measure as Tatum took her legs from around my waist, landing on her feet and scraping her fingernails down my chest as she went for my waistband.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, kissing her bruisingly as she shoved my boxers down and my cock sprung free, hard and aching and desperate.

It was pitch black in here with the door closed but our bodies were so in sync with each other that it didn't make a bit of difference.

I caught her hips and turned her around, bending her over