Page 9 of Rockwell Academy: The Twist

In two steps, I close the distance between us and tear the bottle from her hand, my lips claiming hers in a blatant show of domination, forcing my tongue down her throat, my hand fisting her hair.

She kisses me back with a force that matches mine and as we reacquaint ourselves with all that’s right with our world, I have only one destination in mind.

“My bedroom. Now.”

I don’t wait for her thoughts on that and taking her hand, walk at speed toward the staircase with only one thing on my mind.

She doesn’t voice any objections and I’m guessing she is as ready for me as I am for her because our time apart appeared to stretch into infinity—for me, anyway.

It surprised me that I didn’t seek my usual female company. It’s always available, on tap, if you like, in one of the many clubs my family owns. I’m no stranger to taking what I want if it’s on offer, but this time it didn’t interest me and I’m curious about that.

We take the second staircase and I waste no words as we push inside my attic room, shrugging out of my sweatshirt as my expression instructs her to the same.

Clothes are an unwanted accessory in the plans I have for her and as she tugs off her sweater and shimmies out of her jeans, I am waiting for her, naked and hungry.

I reach for her and grabbing her wrist, I spin her against my chest, my mouth clamping down hard on hers as I reacquaint myself with the taste of my woman. She moans into my mouthas I remind her who she belongs to, and the familiar scent of her perfume bathes my soul in reassurance.

It’s as if I’ve been deprived of sustenance and I’m gorging on it now merely to survive and she matches my energy as she palms my cock in her hand and groans, “Fuck, Frankie, I really missed this.”

She squeezes my cock and I see stars, the desperation of this moment not lost on me.

We have a full semester to take things slowly, but not now, not today. Urgency is fully in charge now, so I push her against the wall and kick her legs apart, pinning her so she has no escape.

I stare into her flushed face, her eyes deep with desire, noting how beautiful she is as she waits for the inevitable. For a second I drink in the familiar contours of her face, etched into my memory, checking that nothing has changed.

The intensity of my stare should unnerve her but she gives back as good as I’m offering and her eyes pierce down to my soul, reminding me who lives there now and as I press against her pussy, I whisper, “I want your answer now, Cassie.”

“My answer? I haven’t heard the question.”

Her eyes flash as I drag my thumb across her lips, pressing down hard, before swiping it away and holding her angelic face between my hands.

“Stick or twist?”

I remind her of the choice we both have in the coming days, a choice I made even before I left Rockwell for the holidays.

She stares deep into my eyes and a sudden smile lights her face as she chuckles softly. “I don’t have to give you my answer yet. It’s not time.”

The intensity of my attention brushes her smile away as I growl, “Stick or twist, baby? I want your decision now.”

I push her hard against the wall, my cock dancing at the gates of ruin as she stands before me, spread out for my pleasure, naked and quivering with desire.

She bites her lower lip and her eyes cloud with desire as she whispers huskily, “Stick.”

As the last syllable leaves her mouth, I thrust in hard, tearing through her desire drenched walls, crashing back into her life as I pick up where we left off.

Her tortured groan matches my own as I push in victorious again, knowing she is mine. I slip my hands around her throat, holding her gently as I pound inside her, loving the sensation of being home once more. As her pussy clenches my cock, she shudders against me, the violence of her orgasm an even match for mine, my relief every bit as sweet as the anticipation. We are home, back where we belong, and I won’t waste a second of that.

5

CASSIE

It’s good to be back in Frankie’s bed with his arms wrapped around me as I gaze with delight on a body that was crafted as my ruin.

“You have my answer. Now I want yours.” I press a light kiss on his chest as his fingers tangle in my hair.

“I haven’t heard the question.”

My words fly back at me, causing a grin to stretch across my lips.

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