Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,86

“Make it hurt.”

He has me back on all fours before I can even blink, kneeing up close against me. His voice is low and rough when he says, “Right here,” squeezing two greedy handfuls of my ass cheeks.

“Yeah,” I agree, rocking back into him. “Yeah, just…yes.”

God, yes.

“Bite the pillow,” he orders, massaging my cheeks. The second I bury my face into it, one of his hands disappears. He pulls his hips back, slamming forward just as his palms comes down in a hard, sharp slap on my ass.

My yelp into the pillow fades into a frantic moan. I don’t know why I thought I could settle with fucking Heston like a normal person, all soft and boring. No, this is where he shines. The sting of his palm as it meets my tender skin again and again has me panting with lust, so strung out on it that my fingers scrabble at the sheets, twisting into anything they can find.

His slaps get progressively harder, like he’s testing, trying to find my limit. “Fuck, look at you,” he says, palm soothing the flesh after a particularly satisfying whack. He sucks in a hissed breath before grabbing my hips and fucking me in earnest. I don’t need to glance over my shoulder to know he’s staring at the marks he’s made. If I close my eyes, I can imagine the look on his face—hard and full of wild abandon.

The orgasm I have moments later is almost an afterthought, everything lost; my breath, my equilibrium, my mind. I fall forward, but he holds me up as he continues to pound into me until he jolts to a stop, cock twitching inside of me. He groans, loud and tremulous, and then his body falls over mine, his chest rising and falling.

Our skin sticks against one another and even though he’s warm, the feel of him against the swollen flesh on my backside feels cool and soothing. It’s not exactly intimate, but there’s no doubt that this is the closest we’ve ever been, our bodies glued together in the afterglow. I wait for him to move, but he doesn’t, so I close my eyes and allow myself the peace of the moment.

It doesn’t last.

“That was…” he says, searching for words.

“Fucking intense.”

“That’s one word for it,” he says, slowly standing and pulling out.

The loss of him inside of me feels similar to ripping open a wound.

For one moment I felt satiated. Whole. The next, all the pain and loss is back.

He’d called me on using my rubber band, on how I inflict pain to hold back my demons. In a terrible twist of fate, the man who’s caused me so much grief is the only one that understands how to make it better.

He can’t know that. He can never know that. I suck up my emotions and face him, my expression schooled into something calm and disinterested. As far as Heston needs to know, he’s no different from any other guy. He’s just easy and fulfills a need.

Nothing more.

14

Heston

I watch, leaning against the headboard as she searches for her panties and bra, both lost during the frenzy of everything. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, but the second she bends over to check the floor, I can see the red handprint on her ass.

It’s late. Past midnight. Way past her curfew.

Worth it.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say, rolling to my side and propping up on an elbow.

“Do what?” She looks over her shoulder, giving me a peek at the side of her tit. God, her tits are magnificent. I reach across the small bed and drag her back over, palming one in my hand.

“Get dressed,” I say in her ear. I press my cock into her rosy-red ass cheek, feeling it twitch back to life, and she doesn’t argue as my hand wanders down her belly, dipping between her legs. She’s wet. Again. This girl really does want it all the time.

“Yeah,” she says, suddenly squirming away, “I do.” She spots her bra on the chair and grabs it, pushing her arms through the straps. “Trust me, there’s nothing I’d rather do than fuck you all night, but I have a roommate and classes in the morning, and two best friends that are nosy as hell. This was a huge risk.”

Sighing, I flop back down, knowing she’s right. Giving into this thing between us is one thing. The reality of our situation is something else entirely. We seem to have come to