Page 24 of Savage Scream

My cheeks are flushed as I work my fingers over my shorts, rubbing the place that ignites me from the inside out. My eyes fall shut and I tip my head back against the stall wall, images of Jared swirling through my head, remembering how hard he was under me when I straddled him.

Then I remember what it’s like to press my lips to his dick, and how it feels like silk under my touch.

Intense pleasure builds quickly, and I wish more than anything that Jared was here with me. Touching me. Kissing me. Loving me.

My orgasm crashes over me suddenly, and I slap my hand over my mouth to hold in any sound as it consumes me.

It’s a quick and intense wave, which I’m sure would be a thousand times better if Jared had wrung it from me, but it will do for now.

It takes me a few minutes to compose myself after that. I feel like I should be more ashamed than I am that I actually did that at school.

I can’t seem to find it in me to care, though.

Jared Crowley is under my skin like a raging inferno, and I don’t want to douse it.

When I felt his hardness pressed between my legs, I’d wished our clothes away so he could fill me. Which is fucking insane, right? I’m a virgin. I haven’t been filled like that, and I’m pretty sure I should be scared ofthat.But I’m not. Not with Jared. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

I groan inwardly as the memory heats me again while I follow the other year twelve students inside the chapel for the next class. Fuck if ever there’s a time for this so-called God we apparently worship to see my impure thoughts and set me on fire before sending me to hell. It’s now.

We do some crap about being grateful and lighting candles, supposedly spending the period to reflect, but all I can reflect on is how hot my flesh feels, and the need to touch in between my legs again is more than my need to breathe right now.

Fucking hell. What has Jared Crowley done to me?

Some foreplay and a little masturbation and I’m a horny rabbit.

The lunch break can’t come quick enough, and the moment the bell rings, I all but run out of the chapel like there’s a fire under my arse, rushing to my locker.

I shove my gym clothes in and lean my head inside my locker, wishing it was a fridge to cool me down.

“Thinking about me?”

I stiffen as Jared’s breath fans over my ear before his arm wraps around my front and pulls me back against him.

I nod, unable to keep the truth from him, and he squeezes me tighter to him.

I can feel the hard press of his cock against my back, and a slight moan escapes me.

“Did you make yourself come for me, Deranged?”

I nod, tilting my head to the side as he brushes my hair free of my neck and presses his lips to my blazing skin.

“Excuse me.” A stern voice comes from behind us, and it feels like a bucket of water has just been poured over my head, quickly dousing my blazing skin.

Jared eases back, releasing his hold of me, and I turn at the same time as him to see our English teacher, Miss Dice, standing with her arms crossed, glaring at us past her glasses.

“That is inappropriate behaviour for school.”

Jared nods. “Yes. Sorry.”

She glares at him before turning her eyes to me with raised brows.

A normal girl would apologise, but since I’m not normal, I just stare right back at her.

I like Miss Dice. I really do, but apparently the horny bitch in me is still here and happy to rebel.

“Uh. It won’t happen again.” Jared adds, and Miss Dice slowly drags her eyes from me and back to him before nodding and walking away, but not too far.

Shit.

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