Page 32 of Wicked Serve

I shake my head as I help him roll on the condom, but I’m smiling. He cradles my face in his hands, kissing me deeply enough, I can taste myself. He turns me around, planting his hands on my hips to guide them against his. His cock presses against my ass, thick and achingly hard, as he hooks his chin over my shoulder. He brings an arm around my middle, hand flat against my belly, and nudges my legs apart.

“So goddamn sexy,” he says, voice low and rough, as he sinks into my cunt, inch by tantalizing inch.

He’s careful, but not gentle, pounding into me exactly the way I’ve been missing. He must be as desperate as me, because he moans into my ear with each thrust. Even though I just came, my body ramps up again, clenching around him. He smacks my ass, making me gasp sharply.

“Harder,” I whine, even though my legs are shaking with the effort to keep standing. “You can do it harder.”

“Good fucking girl,” he says, punctuating that with a particularly deep thrust. “You need it like this, don’t you? Rough like me.”

He spanks me again, hard enough I feel the sting. I whimper against the tile. He teases my clit, sparking an even deeper level of pleasure. His thrusts get short, erratic, as he drags us both to the edge. When he spanks me a third time, the tips of his fingers catch on my cunt, and the burst of delicious pain shoves me right over the peak. I cry out, voice echoing in the shower stall. He grunts, blunt nails digging into my skin, as he tenses and spills into the condom.

My body trembles with aftershocks as he kisses my shoulder. He massages my bottom, murmuring praise. My toes curl against the tile floor; I missed his commanding touch so much. He unlocks something in me that no one else has been able to reach.

“Isabelle,” he says finally, his voice breaking on the word. “You feeling good?”

I smile to myself. My name always sounds wonderful coming from him, but it’s never better than when he’s wrung out with pleasure.

I squeeze his hand. “So good.”

We can do this a few more times. Maybe a few dozen more times. We became friends this summer, friends who slept together, and there’s no reason we can’t keep it going. Like he said, it’s no one’s business but ours. It’s hardly a secret if there isn’t much of a secret to keep.

He pulls out, reaching to shut off the shower. We’re quiet for a moment, but no one comes barging in, so I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, giving him one more kiss for good measure. We make out for a long minute, just enjoying the quiet.

“God,” he says eventually. His chest, glistening with water, heaves; he hasn’t caught his breath yet. “That was so fucking perfect.”

“Stress relief,” I say, trying and failing to keep my smile in check.

He holds out his hand to help me out of the shower. “Coffee before class? We can go to the Starbucks off campus.”

Chapter 15

Nikolai

September 15th

Cricket

How are you settling in?

I’ve never been so sick of the color purple

Promising start

It’s fine

I guess

Grandfather had fun picking out my classes and I can’t switch any of them

And I presume Isabelle’s brother hasn’t attempted a duel for her honor yet

Are you rewatching Bridgerton?

Think about how much more fun life would be if we still had duels

The inner workings of your mind must be fascinating

You’re hilarious.

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