Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,40
breached my opening sent bolts of pleasure across my core. I clamped down on it and rocked my hips back and forth in a silent request for him to move. Kendrick pumped his finger and out of my pussy while he pleasured my clit, and my entire body melted against the mattress.
For the next few moments, he kept me suspended on a tightrope of pleasure that quivered with every gorgeous swirl of his tongue. My muscles clamped around his finger, still needing more. If this was anyone else, I would yank him up and beg him to pummel me until I saw stars. But this was Kendrick, and I’d already promised not to push.
Biting down on my lip, I clenched and unclenched around his thick finger. My whole world reduced down to my pulsing clit and sopping core. His warm breath tickled my folds, and his pleasured hums vibrated against my skin.
All feelings of annoyance evaporated as I lay on that mattress, panting, moaning, shuddering at his touch. Just knowing it was Kendrick doing this to me made everything ten times hotter.
He changed his movements back to the up-and-down motion, this time using the flat of his tongue. Right then, my clit was so sensitive and swollen that I swore I could feel every taste bud brush against that bundle of nerves.
As Kendrick inserted another finger into me, the pleasure around my clit and core built and swelled as though it had taken form. Every movement of Kendrick’s fingers felt like it was brushing against my clit and pushing me over that tightrope.
My muscles clenched and I clutched at his hair as he continued his relentless assault. Sweat beaded on my brow, across my skin, in the crook of my bent legs. The lick and flick of his tongue intensified to that precipice between pleasure and pain. Just when I thought something inside me would explode, a wave of ecstasy swept from my core to the rest of my body.
I arched and moaned and spasmed and clamped around his fingertips as the pleasure burned me from the inside-out. What the bloody fuck was happening to me? This was insane. Kendrick eased off the pressure of his tongue but continued lapping at me through the climax.
As my cries faded into panting breaths, he withdrew his fingers and scooted up to the pillows.
“There’s no need to ask how much you enjoyed that,” he said with a smirk.
“Good, because I’m not answering any more of your questions.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I placed a kiss on his lips. I drew back and slid my hand down his bicep. “Let me return the favor.”
Kendrick chuckled. “That won’t be necessary.”
“You already came?” I gazed into his smiling eyes.
“Twice.” He kissed me on the lips. “Despite your shoddy instructions, that was a most enlightening experience.”
My eyes narrowed. Did I say Kendrick was like Gideon? I’m pretty sure my best friend wouldn’t have sprouted a thesaurus after an explosive experience with a hot guy. “You’re such a—”
“Dick?” he said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes. “Let’s just go to bed.”
Kendrick and I slipped under the covers, and I nestled against his chest just as I had the night before on the train. The lights were already off and the only source of illumination came from the fireplace.
“As first times went, that was pretty spectacular.” I kissed his jaw.
“I know.”
A phone buzzed.
“Is that yours or mine?” I asked.
“Max isn’t meeting the Liddells until Monday, so I doubt it will be him. Perhaps your mother changed her mind about helping Mr. Burgh?”
I scrambled off the bed, picked up my fallen jacket from the rug and fumbled from my phone.
A message on the standby screen read:
From: TEMPLAR ACADEMY
Dear Miss Hancock,
We have approved your request for indefinite compassionate leave. If you decide to return to the academy before the allotted time, we will require you to attend a hearing. For the safety of the female students, you must be willing to detail the abuse you suffered under the former headmaster.
I hissed through my teeth.
“What’s wrong?” Kendrick sat up.
“Those fucking bastards just gave me an ultimatum. Fall in line with Elizabeth’s lies or don’t come back.”
Chapter Eighteen
Kendrick and I caught the first flight to Glasgow and took an Uber back to the academy. The car slowed in front of Mr. Burgh’s tall gates, where a covering of frost reflected the morning sun like a dusting of glitter. Outside, a biting wind swirled through the air, chilling the outer layer of