Page 25 of You Suck (Bullies of Crescent Academy 1)
Oh, I thought we’d talk about our dads. It is the five year anniversary of their arrests. It’s been five years since our lives were drastically changed. When this happened, I thought that my heart had died. I didn’t think there was any chance I’d ever find love. Not that this is love. I know Emilia doesn’t love me, and I doubt she ever could, but damn, if I don’t feel completely crazy about her.
Especially now.
I fist her hair and tug her head back. Then I lean over and start to kiss her neck softly, tenderly, and then more fiercely. I nip at her skin, and she groans.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you?” I whisper in her ear.
“No.”
“You’re a liar, Emilia Riley.”
“I’m not.”
“If I slipped a hand between your thighs, Emilia, what would I find? Would you be wet for me? Is your pussy aching for me?”
She groans instead of answering, and I place my hand on her thigh. It’s tight and soft. She exercise a lot, I know, and her body is lean and toned. Even if she wasn’t, I wouldn’t care. I’m crazy about this girl.
She sucks in a breath and I chuckle.
“Are you aching?”
“Gavin...”
“Tell me, pretty girl,” I say.
She shakes her head. Even in the darkness, I can see her blushing. She’s embarrassed, at least a little, but she’s also horny as hell. She wants this, but she doesn’t want to admit it. That’s okay. I can help her with this.
“If you tell me how much you want this, Emilia, I can give you something.”
“What?” She whispers.
“An orgasm that’s going to make your head explode.”
I kiss her neck, licking and biting her, but I don’t move my hand any higher up her leg. Instead, I massage her leg, keeping my hand firmly in place.
I’m close to her panties: so close.
I could slide my fingers up and just dip them under the soft fabric of her underwear. She wouldn’t know what hit her. She’d love it. She’s so turned on that I have the feeling she’d come right away if I touched her.
I want to find out.
“I don’t want an orgasm,” she says breathlessly.
“Lying again, baby?” I whisper. I nip at her ear and then move back to her lips. This time, I do slide my hand up just a little higher. My fingertips brush against the fabric of her panties, and I can tell that yeah, she’s completely wet for me.
She’s anxiou
s and wet and she’s close.
“You’re full of yourself,” she says, kissing me back. “And you’re a bully.”
“I’m ready to bully your pussy,” I tell her.
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“Let me show you.”
I pause, waiting for her to give me the go-ahead. I can take Emilia to places she’s never been before, and I might be a total dick, but I’m not going to force myself on a woman. I never would. Even now, even though I’m certain she wants this, and I know she’ll enjoy herself immensely, I still need to know that she’s okay with this.
