Page 49 of Torment Her (Rebels at Sterling Prep 5)

“How did you know?”

“Have you really forgotten?” Conner offers me his hand, and reluctantly I take it. But he uses it to his advantage, pulling me up and slamming me against the tree again. The air whooshes from my lungs.

“I taught you that move in ninth grade.”

“No you did—”

Fuck.

He did.

I remember now. We spent hours perfecting it. It was the first time we kissed. It had taken us both by surprise, so much so we never spoke about it again.

“I can’t believe you forgot.” Hurt flashes in his eyes. “What are you doing, K?” he asks me so softly, I almost forget the real reason we’re out here.

“I don’t know, okay?” The words fly out. “I don’t fucking know.”

Conner’s hands dive for my hair, holding me in place, and then he’s kissing me, deep, intrusive strokes of his tongue against my mouth. I gasp around him, overwhelmed at the feel of his lips on mine.

And then reality hits.

“Get the fuck off me,” I snap, hitting him. My palm collides with his cheek so hard the crack echoes through the trees.

“You hit me,” he says icily.

“Yeah, well you kissed me after kissing some tramp.”

“You’re fucking insane.” His eyes pin me to the spot. I feel like I can’t breathe. My heart is beating too hard and my skin feels too tight on my bones. The air around us is charged with anticipation.

I don’t know who moves first, but we crash together in a blur of tongue and teeth.

“Fuck, K, you taste too fucking good,” he rasps against my lips as my fingers claw at his t-shirt, trying to find the waistband of his jeans.

I don’t know what’s happening... but what I do know is that if Conner doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to combust.

He must sense my thoughts, because one of his big hands glides up my body, squeezing my breast through my crop top.

“Shit, babe, you grew up.” He trails his lips down my jaw and I drop my head back, giving him more skin to work with.

He feels too good, kissing me, touching me. I rub shamelessly against him as I unbutton his jeans and dip my hand inside, gripping his rock hard cock.

“Fuuuuck”, he pants as I start pumping him slowly.

“Touch me,” I beg. “I need you to touch me.”

“Shit, K, yeah. Yeah.” His hand dives under my skirt, finding my soaked panties. “Jesus, babe, you’re killing me.” Conner hooks them to one side and pushes two fingers into me, giving me what I need. His thumb circles my clit, making me cry out.

“Shh, babe.” He kisses me hard, plunging his tongue into my mouth and mirroring the way he spears his fingers deep inside me.

It takes less than two minutes for me to come apart.

“Holy shit, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I need more,” I admit, my eyes heavy with lust. “Fuck me, Conner.” Make it all go away.

He blinks at me as if he can hardly believe his ears. But then he dives for me again, kissing me into oblivion.

I hitch my leg around his waist and Conner gets the hint, lifting my body up against his. The tree is rough against my shoulders and back, but I don’t care. I need him. I need him like I need my next breath.

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