Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,95

between my breasts and over my belly, almost like he's worshiping me.

“I can't believe you pepper sprayed me tonight,” he says, and then he thrusts deep, hitting the end of me, almost like he's proving a point. “You know who the real devils are, don't you, Karma?”

“Are you talking about yourself?” I whisper between thrusts, my thighs quivering as I trap Barron between them. Now that he's here above me, I want to hold him there forever, keep him to myself. I want to see the pictures he draws of me when I'm not looking; I want to know all the deep, dark thoughts inside his head.

He used to be an alcoholic, I think, wondering what that must've been like, for a teenager to suffer with something that's normally reserved for adults.

“Don't think,” Barron commands, grabbing my chin with his hand. “Don't disappear into those wild thoughts of yours.”

He releases my wrists, so I can wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our mouths together for a long, sensual kiss, an exchange of tongues and saliva that borders on the obscene. Why shouldn't it though? I hate to admit how much I like this lascivious little rendezvous, but … I'm wondering now how I'm supposed to walk away from today. It'll be like losing Raz and Calix all over again.

Barron's tall, much taller than me, so to kiss me, he has to make a serious effort. Once our hips are grinding and thrusting in unison, he braces himself with his elbows, his chest at eye level with me. I decide to take advantage of that, sucking on his nipples and making him groan, even as I get some of that dark glitter on my tongue.

He begins to thrust harder, deeper, and I find it suddenly hard to breathe, like his body has taken up every inch of extra space that I had inside of me. There's no room for oxygen or doubts or fears. Instead, I drag my nails down his back, lifting my pelvis to meet his.

Barron's big, muscular body shudders, and he slams his hips harder and harder into mine, climaxing with his cock buried balls-deep inside of me. We're both panting as he rolls off to lay beside me, my body quivering as I turn and put my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to the rapid-fire thundering of his heartbeat.

Lying naked on the floor of Thorncrown Chapel, my much smaller body pressed up against Barron's big one, I feel a sense of impossibility. It shouldn't be so easy to break my bullies down into lovers, and yet … it is.

The question now is if I could manage all three of the boys in one go.

Unlikely.

Very, very unlikely.

“What's going to happen tomorrow?” I ask, because even though I'm pretty fucking sure tomorrow is never coming, I have to at least voice the question.

“Meaning what?” Barron asks, sitting up and sliding his fingers through his hair. His Mohawk is slicked back, but not so full of product that he can't get it to stick up a bit while messing with it. “You mean, as far as you and me go?”

“What will the rest of the Knight Crew think?” I sit up, too, shivering slightly at the feeling of my ass on the cold stone floor. Barron pulls me into his lap, even as I struggle to squirm away. “You're going to ruin what's left of your leather pants,” I murmur, but he just chuckles in my ear, sucking my lobe between his teeth and making my core heat up yet again.

“I don't care. I like knowing my cum is dripping out of you. I like knowing that you'll have to wait to clean up. That part of me will be inside of you for some time.”

“You're a pervert behind all of that candy eating, and sketching, and quiet brooding asshole-ness,” I murmur, closing my eyes as Barron strokes his fingers up my belly and cups my breast, playing with it as he kisses his way down my neck and shoulder. “Now answer the question.”

“Well, we have a whole weekend to play with,” Barron suggests, making my chest feel tight. I wish, I think, suddenly desperate to see what he'd do with me for a whole weekend. “There's a party at Erina's parents' lake house tomorrow. I suppose, if you let me, I'll take you there and show you off. You know, barring this whole time loop situation.”

I frown, but the expression doesn't last long as