Page 72 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

Hesitantly, Lily lifts a hand, her eyes pinned on mine, and rolls a finger over herself.

“Like this?”

My cock twitches at the faint brush, and I nod, worried my voice will give me away if I try to speak.

Lily flicks her finger over herself a few times, her chest heaving with her heavy, nervous breathing. Then, with trembling fingers, she grabs the elastic band of her bra and slowly, painfully peels it up.

Her breasts bounce free.

I bite back a groan. She isn’t big, but she is perfect. Perfectly round and pert. I want to reach over and remind myself of how well she fits in my hand. But I don’t want to do anything to slow down her boldness, to stop whatever she is doing to do next.

As if she can read my mind, Lily palms her breast and sighs, alternating between kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipple between her fingers.

“You’re wet now, aren’t you?” I ask, voice low and hoarse.

She bites her lip and nods as she slides down further in the seat, her legs spreading open.

I don’t have to say anything. On her own, Lily slides her other hand down her flat stomach and beneath the band of her running shorts. Her entire body shivers as she drags a finger over herself.

Her hips buck up, grinding into her hand, and I can barely breathe. My body is tense, alert, hyper-focused on the unbelievably sexy display happening next to me.

“Take them off,” I say, gesturing to her shorts.

Lily keeps her eyes on me as she slides the material down her legs, revealing her panties. They are simple gray cotton, but they are better than any lingerie I’ve ever seen. Mostly because I can see where Lily has soaked through them. A dark spot directly in the center, proof of how much she wants this.

Proof that I’m not alone in my aching.

She pushes the material aside so I can see her mound. So I have a front row seat to her finger slipping beneath the curls, drawing circles over her sensitive spot.

Moans climb up her throat with every swirl of her finger and pinch of her nipple. Her eyes flutter closed as she loses herself to the sensation, as her body writhes and clenches and seeks out the pleasure building inside of her.

I barely realize what I’m doing as I unzip my jeans and wrap my hand around my base. I’m an animal following some baser instinct as I spit in my hand and stroke myself.

Lily turns to me, eyes hooded, watching me. It’s so hot, and we aren’t even touching.

“Slide your finger inside.”

She does exactly as I ask without hesitation.

“And another.”

She moans, her hips bucking to meet her fingers.

“And another.”

Lily gasps and arches her back, her hips lifting off the seat. Her stomach is clenched and tight, and I know she is close. I recognize the furrow of her brows and the pinch of her lip between her teeth.

“Don’t come until I say.”

Her eyes snap open, and she turns to me. “What?”

“You heard me.” I stroke myself, drawing her eyes downward. “Now use your thumb to circle your clit.”

She swallows, suddenly nervous. “But I can’t—If I do, I’ll—”

“Don’t,” I warn again. “Do as I say, but don’t you dare fucking come. Not without permission.”

Lily slowly brings her thumb up and circles over herself, and the pleasure on her face has morphed into pain. Into restraint.

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