Page 82 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

His breathing hitches on the other end of the line. “You too. Slide your hand inside your panties. Tell me how wet you are.”

“Dripping,” I admit, spreading my legs. “I wish you were here.”

Why is that true? After everything, the person I want to see most right now is Finn. Because he always seems so in control. Of himself. Of the people around him. Of me.

When I’m alone, my head runs rampant with worries and fears and flashbacks and questions. But with Finn, I can only focus on him. He is like a black hole, sucking all attention towards himself.

“Pretend I am,” he says. “If I was there, I’d slip a finger inside of you. And another.”

My mouth falls open as I follow his orders, pressing my fingers inside myself. There is no resistance. My body is ready, aching for release.

“Then, I’d—”

“I’d pull your hand away and climb on your lap,” I say, interrupting him. “I’d straddle your hips and roll myself against you.”

Finn exhales loudly, and the thought of him sitting in his bed, hand around his cock, thinking of me is so hot that I momentarily forget I’m supposed to be telling him what I’d do to him.

“What next?” he breathes.

“I’d … push your boxers down and position you at my opening.”

“No foreplay?”

I chuckle. “I don’t need any right now. Do you?”

“No,” he says on a laugh. “I’m ready to explode.”

“So,” I continue, pressing my fingers to my center, anticipation building in my body like a bonfire, the flames licking the walls of my chest. “I’d position you at my opening and slide down slowly, taking you inside me in one thrust.”

“Fuck,” Finn sighs.

“I’d roll my hips and slide off, doing it all over again.” I slip my fingers out and thrust them back in, curling them along my insides on the way out. “I’d ride you, going faster and faster.”

“I’d suck your nipples,” Finn adds, his voice hoarse and breathless.

“I’d arch my back and let you,” I say, switching the phone to speaker so I can slide my hand under my sports bra and pinch my nipple. My entire body is arched, pulled taut like a bow, arrow ready to fly. “I’d lean back and roll my hips against you, grinding our bodies together.”

“Keep going,” Finn whispers.

“I’d let my breasts bounce in your face while I bounced on your cock. Our bodies would slap together.”

Finn curses under his breath, and I know he is close.

“I’d ride you until—” My breath catches as the edge of my orgasm comes into view. It’s a slow clenching, a drawing upward of everything inside of me.

“Come,” Finn says, knowing I’m close. “Come with me.”

“I’d ride you until I come.” I flick my thumb over my center only once because that is all it takes, and then I’m falling with him. My body clenches at my hand, and I can hear Finn’s rhythmic breathing over the phone.

“So good,” he says. “So fucking good.”

When I finally come down, I realize that I’m in the motel room I share with my mother. I realize that my mom could have come home at any second and seen me. I was so lost to Finn and his voice and the things I want him to do to me that nothing else mattered.

And that is exactly why I called him.

To forget.

“That is not how I thought my night would end,” he says, chuckling darkly.

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