Page 73 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

She is so close.

So ready for release.

I grab her hand from her breast and bring it towards me. Without much instruction, she knows what I want.

Lily replaces my hand around my shaft and strokes. I reach over and grab her perfect breast.

Her heart is thundering in her chest, and I can feel the pound of it in my hand as I massage her and roll my palm over her pointed nipple.

I’m so focused on her small warm hand on me that I don’t realize right away that she has gone perfectly still. Lily isn’t moving an inch except for her hand.

“Keep fucking yourself.”

“I can’t move,” she groans. “If I do, I’ll—”

“Be punished,” I finish for her. “Hold back. Wait.”

She grits her teeth as she slips her fingers deeper into her own warmth, her thumb flicking the apex of her thighs. “That threat isn’t exactly helping.”

Her other thumb brushes over my tip, and I hiss. The thought of Lily on all fours in front of me, a red handprint on her ass, is almost too much

And the idea that she would like it … that is too much.

“Curl your fingers,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

I see the flex of her hand as she obeys me. Her entire body is clenched so hard she is shaking.

“Please. Let me. Please.”

I thrust my hips up, pumping myself into her hand, and Lily starts to stroke me faster. Her breathing is getting heavy, the sound of it filling the car, and I can smell her musk everywhere.

This exercise was supposed to show my control over her, but now I’m vulnerable in her hand, and I barely know which way is up.

“Finn, please,” Lily gasps, working herself and me in a frenzied motion. “Please.”

Her begging pushes me over the edge. I explode in her hand, unable to remember the last time I came so quickly.

Warmth fills my belly and spreads down my arms and legs. The relief makes me generous.

“Come,” I growl. “Come now.”

On cue, Lily’s body twitches once, twice, and then goes limp. Her stomach contracts, and she slides her fingers into herself rhythmically, smoothly.

I see the shine on them, proof of her pleasure.

She takes large, gasping breaths until she flops back into the seat, legs spread wide, a hand thrown across her bare stomach.

When she finally turns to me, her smile is shy and sated. She looks perfectly content, and the thought that she is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen surprises me into silence.

But that’s okay because Lily knows exactly what to say.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

We clean off with a water bottle and towel from the duffel bag in my back seat. No one says a word. Speaking would just ruin the moment.

Lily pulls her shorts on and looks up at me. She’s not smiling, not exactly, but there’s a teasing playfulness in her gaze.

“Now what?” she asks.

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