Page 68 of Chaos at Westbrook High

I don’t even need the fantasy anymore. Just the sound of his voice in my ear is going to set me off.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he warns, and a desperate noise leaves my throat.

Just as I’m about to defy him, the sound of a loud knock makes me scramble up to a sitting position. I snatch my phone off my pillow, turning the speaker off before I press it to my ear, whispering, “Please tell me that’s you.”

“It’s me.”

My eyes widen, and I leap out of bed, all but running through my dark apartment to the front door. Pushing up onto my tiptoes, I quickly check the peephole just in case.

I’m shaking. And half naked. Shit.

Ignoring my nerves, I get the door unlocked and yank it open. I don’t get the chance to look at him properly before he’s coming for me. He wraps his arms around me, and I wrap mine around his neck, holding on as he spins us around and pushes me back against the closed door. I thread my hand through his hair, keeping him close while he grabs the back of my knee, lifting my bare thigh over his hip and pressing himself against me.

“Lock it,” he demands in my ear, shoving our phones into the pocket of his hoodie.

Still shaking, I fumble with the lock behind me. “How did you get here so fast?”

“I was in my car outside.”

“What were you doing out there?”

“Same thing you were.” He mouths at my jaw as he grinds against me, letting me feel how hard he is. “Fucking my own hand while I listened to you play with this needy little pussy.”

I whine. “Kai.”

He groans. “Tell me yes.”

“Yes,” I rush out, and he moves his mouth down to my neck, tightening his grip on my thigh while he pulls his dick out of his sweats.

“You want this?”

I nod, arching my back in an attempt to get closer to him, desperate for him to be inside me.

“So fucking needy,” he whispers, pulling my thong to the side. “You think you deserve it? I should edge you all night for making me wait this long.”

“Don’t.”

“It’s been months, you know?” he goes on, sounding just as unhinged and as desperate as I am. “Fucking months, Hailey.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Liar,” he taunts, picking me up and wrapping both legs around his waist.

He’s right. I’m not sorry at all. I don’t even know why I said that. I feel like I’m in a dream, unsure what the hell I’m doing or saying, but it feels too good to stop.

“Tell me again.”

“Yes.”

Dropping his forehead to mine, he looks into my eyes while he pushes his dick inside me. We both moan, clinging to each other, our heavy breaths mingling together. He squeezes my ass, and a hot shiver rolls through me at the way his pelvis rubs against my clit with every roll of his hips.

“You feel that?” he asks, his nose bumping mine.

I nod.

“Still think it’s not that good?”

Making a sound I’ve never made before, I shake my head.

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