Page 17 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

He pulses into me harder, faster, and it feels like I’m being wound up. Like I’m being pulled from both ends, stretched until I’ll break.

“Have you ever done this before?” he asks, his breath ragged.

This? No, never. Boys have touched me, but it has never once felt like this.

Is it the drugs? Is that why this feels so good? Or does Finn just know what he is doing?

I mean, of course he knows what he’s doing. How many girls has he done this with? How many people has he made feel this way?

I want to think I’m special, but of course I’m not.Heis special. I’m just lucky.

“Lily, have you done this before?” he asks again.

I shake my head. “No.”

“Does it feel good?”

I nod.

“Answer me.” He works his fingers into me in a steady rhythm that stops just short of being uncomfortable. It is good, but almost too good. It makes me feel like nobody should be able to hold this much pleasure.

I arch my back slightly, trying to gain control of the new sensations I’m feeling. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, it feels good,” I gasp, falling back to the bed, my chest rising and falling madly.

I glance down and see that Finn is smiling to himself as he watches me squirm under his touch. Then, he slides his other hand up my leg, under my dress, and across my body. Without hesitation, he rips the sticky bra down and finds my pebbled nipple.

When his finger brushes over the sensitive skin, I moan.

His hands move over me expertly, like a cellist playing an instrument. His fingers slide into me while the pads of his fingers pinch and stroke and flick over me. Just when I think it can’t get any better, his thumb reenters the equation, swirling circles over the bundle of nerves between my legs, and finally … finally, it is too much.

“Oh God.” My entire body clenches. I squeeze my eyes closed and arch my back against the oncoming release.

I’ve found this by myself. Under the covers in my room, with my own hand. But never with anyone else.

The drugs stripped me of so much inhibition, but suddenly I don’t want Finn to see me. Not like this. Not so entirely out of control.

“Open your eyes.”

I ignore him, doing my best to keep my facial expression neutral, trying to keep from shaking.

His fingers stop moving all at once. “Open them now.”

It feels like something essential has been taken from me. Something I desperately need. So, I open my eyes.

As soon as I do, Finn starts moving inside of me again. He picks up where he left off, and I look down at him.

“Look at me when you come.” His lips move slowly around the words, sensually, and I want them on my body, too.

His dark hair is sweaty at his temples, and his cheeks are red. I’ve never seen him anything less than perfectly composed, but this sight is better.

I realize the same is probably true for him. Seeing the way I respond to his touch is a turn on, so I focus on that thought as the heat quickly builds inside of me again.

This time, when my body flings itself over the edge and into the abyss of pleasure, I don’t hold back.

My forehead wrinkles, my brows draw together, and my mouth falls open. Tiny gasps force their way from my lungs as my body contracts and releases over and over again.

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