Page 1 of Charming Cruel Boys

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Remi

Day Before Junior Year

Thefeelingofhistongue and teeth along my neck has my entire body strung tight, knowing what’s coming. Or rather,who’scoming. Because that’ll be me soon. I’m writhing below him, trying to keep my desperate moans quiet, but the second he sinks two thick fingers into my dripping core, I cry out.

“Shh, baby,” Duke purrs in my ear as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me. “I need you to keep quiet, sweet girl. Can you do that for me?”

I nod in silence while I bite down on my lip and roll my hips to match his pace. Another few minutes of this, and I’m liable to combust.

Wrapping my hand around Duke’s erection, I give him a few teasing strokes. “I want to come with you inside me. Please,” I beg, breathless and sweaty and right on the edge.

Duke mutters a curse under his breath, voice a harsh rasp of undiluted need, before attacking my mouth with his. He picks up the tempo between my legs, stroking his thumb over my clit with precision, making me explode without any warning.

I start to pout as soon as I catch my breath. Don’t get me wrong, I love an orgasm as much as the next girl, but we’ve been doing this all summer. I want the real thing. I want to know what sex is like.

Duke’s navy blue eyes shine in the moonlight streaming through my window into my white and pastel pink room. A sexy grin pulls up the corner of his lips as he takes in my expression, and he says, “Don’t worry, Remi, baby. You’re going to get my cock tonight.” He lowers his mouth to mine but stops just short of kissing me. His breath fanning over my lips makes me shiver. “But only if you promise that you can stay quiet,” he whispers seductively.

“I swear,” I rush out, all thoughts of my father sleeping downstairs flying out of my mind. It’s a fairly big house, and he can’t hear much with his white sound machine on. All summer long Duke’s been sneaking into my room, and we’ve never been caught. Maybe I’m being a bit reckless, but I’m also so desperate it hurts at this point. “Please, Duke, fuck me.”

He kisses me softly while he circles my waist with his hands, rough and calloused from years of playing guitar. In a move too sexy for his own good, he flips us over so that I’m straddling his hips. I continue ravishing Duke’s mouth as I grind on him, smearing my wetness all over his silky soft erection.

A low groan slips from Duke’s lips. “Condom,” he mutters after breaking our kiss. “Grab a condom, Remi.”

Good thing I’ve been waiting for this moment and bought a box. I quickly lean over and pluck a foil pack from the drawer in my white nightstand. I start to climb off, but Duke tightens his grip on my waist.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweet girl. You’re going to ride me. Go as slow as you need to. Use me,” he says while brushing my long brown hair behind my ear.

Releasing a shaky breath, I nod and rip open the condom packet, and Duke helps me roll it down his thick length. Neither of us have done this before, but he’s much more patient with the condom than I am. I only hesitate another moment before rising on my knees, lining up his dick, and slowly sinking down. And I mean,slowly. Because holy fuck, even with all the finger banging he’s done to me over the last several weeks, it hurts.

I stop moving when a white-hot pain shoots through me.Not daring to look down at where we’re connected, I scrunch my eyebrows and blow out a heavy breath. “It’s too much, I can’t... Just, please, you do it, Duke.”

“You’re almost there, Remi. I’m halfway in,” Duke reassures me before he rubs circles over my clit with skilled fingers. “Relax, baby. Breathe.”

Giving myself a few seconds, I focus on the pleasure he’s drawing from my body rather than the pain between my legs. And then I push myself down the rest of the way before I can chicken out.

My pained cry mixes with Duke’s deep moan, and I force myself to keep my eyes open as his face contorts in pleasure. Pleasure thatI’mgiving him because I did it.I fucking did it!Three months of teasing and hinting, and finally, we’ve shed our virginity status together. There’s nothing more special than this moment.

Testing it out, I carefully lift up and drop back down. The heavy breaths falling from Duke’s mouth fill the air around us and he digs his fingers into my hips, spurring me on. I do it again and again. Lift, drop. Lift, drop. Until the pain finally subsides and gives way to a deep, wonderfully delicious feeling inside me.

Duke looks up at me with heavy, lust-drunk blue eyes and a sexy, satisfied smile. When I lift again, he holds me up and begins thrusting into me from below, pulling a whimper from my lips. “Oh... Oh, my god, Duke,” I whisper as he speeds up.

“That’s it, baby. Call my name,” he growls.

His phone vibrating on my nightstand catches both our attentions. He glances over and then flips the phone screen side down. “It’s just Knight. He’ll have to fuck off.”

“You can answer if—“

Duke sits up, changing the angle, and kisses me deeply. I let all the thoughts of his twin calling float away as I continue to ride him. His tongue caresses mine, his teeth nipping my lip, and the wet sounds of our sex fill the room.

There’s a moment where a deep-seated fear starts to take over. What if my father finds us like this? We’ve been so damn careful, only messing around in the dead of night when I’m sure he’s been asleep for hours but… It only takes once for it all to come crashing down. If he did wake up and check on me — not that he’s ever done that once in my entire life — I think he’d kill Duke. And then me. Like, for real.

A shudder works its way down my spine, but in the next breath, Duke steals my attention. He looks at me like he knows exactly where my mind just went and it’s his mission to get things back on track. “Hold on,” Duke says, and it’s the only warning I get before he turns us over and slams my back onto the mattress. Duke pulls out to the tip so achingly slow and then slams back into me, making me bite his neck to stifle the moan begging to rip from my throat. “Goddamn, Remi. You drive me wild,” he groans out as he continues his punishing pace.

I claw my nails down his back as that familiar warmth pools in my stomach. “Don’t stop,” I beg while wrapping my legs around his hips and digging my feet into his ass. Seconds later, I’m detonating, and the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had hits me like a freight train. My eyes water, my toes curl, and I bite hard into my lip to keep myself quiet when all I want to do is scream.

Duke groans low and deep into the crook of my neck, kissing and liking my sensitive skin. He tenses and thrusts hard one last time before spilling into the condom with a slew of filthy words.

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