Page 69 of Foolish Games

“Sebastian—” Her voice is choked off on a cry of pleasure as she loses control. Her cunt pulses hard along my length, sucking me like a mouth. The sensation inside her bare, slick walls makes me lose any control I had. Tingles explode up my spine, my hips jolt forward, my cock expands, and I spill deep inside her core as she cries out into the bed again and again. I give a last, quick thrust, watching her ass jiggle when my hips connect, her back arch for me as I grind in as hard as I can, locking my hips to hers and squeezing out every last drop inside her.

For a long minute, neither of us move. Then I lower myself onto her back, my muscles shaking with the intensity of that orgasm. I gently move her hair off her back and kiss up the ladder of her spine, skimming a hand over her buttery-soft skin as aftershocks quake through us.

“Fuck,” I whisper through heaving breaths.

“You didn’t pull out,” she accuses.

“And I never will,” I say, kissing one shoulder blade and then the other. “Not if it feels that good.”

“Get off,” she says, trying to elbow me but failing.

“Already did,” I mumble against her back.

“Do you have any idea what my parents would do if I got pregnant?” she hisses.

“Hopefully make you marry me,” I say, rolling off when she keeps struggling. I slide up onto the bed, too spent to move the blankets aside first.

“You’re an animal,” she snaps, standing in all her naked glory, her eyes flashing, her mouth pulled into the cutest little scowl of fury. “You don’t care because you’re a guy. There are no consequences for you.”

“That’s not fair,” I say, sitting up. “Now you better stop being so cute when you’re mad, or I’ll do it again.”

“Shut up,” she huffs, stomping into the bathroom to clean up. When she comes out, she stops and stares at me lying on her bed, equally naked. Her throat moves as she swallows, and I watch in amusement as she tears her gaze away from my ink with effort.

“Come on,” I say, finally moving the blankets and sliding down onto the sheets. “We’ll spoon a little, and then I’ll go. I’m sure nothing will happen. It was one time.”

“You better be right,” she says, climbing onto the bed. “Because if you got me pregnant, it won’t just be Rob coming after you. My whole family will destroy you if you mess up my life path.”

“You won’t?” I ask, pulling her into my arms and cuddling my hard, masculine body around her soft, feminine one. I nuzzle my chin into her hair and kiss her.

“I don’t have much say in the matter,” she says. “I’m a Delacroix. That comes with privileges and responsibilities both. Everyone gets a life path drawn up for them.”

“What if you change your mind?”

“You don’t,” she says flatly.

“But… What if you don’t like the life path?”

“Sometimes they take input,” she says. “But mostly, it’s a given that you’ll do what you’re supposed to do and not fuck up.”

“And fucking up includes getting pregnant in high school?” I ask. “Or is it just because it’s me? If it were Nerd Boy Chad, would they still have a problem with it?”

“Yes,” she says. “Though… Not as big a problem.”

“Wow,” I say, rolling onto my back. “So I really am just a fuck boy to you.”

“Considering I’m not the one who chose to fuck you, it’s a little hard to feel sorry for you right now.”

I think on that for a minute and then roll back to her, wrapping an arm around her middle and tucking her into the crook of my body. “You’re right,” I say, moving her hair aside and kissing the back of her neck. “I guess there are consequences for me after all.”

“We should wake Lennox and get a ride back before their mom gets home,” she says, yawning into the pillow.

“In a minute.” I don’t want to leave the warm bed with our sex smells lingering on the sheets. Not yet. I don’t want to stop touching her, even though apparently, she thinks I’m beneath her—so far beneath her that not only does she agree with her family, but she was never going to sleep with me at all. But it’s too late for that. Nothing could stop me from fucking her tonight, and nothing will stop me from doing it again. She’ll just have to get used to it, because I’m addicted now, and there’s no going back.

twenty

Vivienne Delacroix

It’s late morning when I wake up warm and comfortable in my own bed, with a deep ache in my lower belly that reminds me of the absolute pounding Sebastian delivered last night. I stretch and shiver at the erotic memory, then roll over to find the idiot snoring softly beside me, sprawled out on his back with the blankets pushed down to his hips. After we woke Lennox to take me to my car, Sebastian refused to go home again, instead insisting on coming back to my house so he could hold me for a few minutes before he left. True to his word, that’s all he wanted when we slid between my soft sheets.