Page 83 of Cruel Academy (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 2)

Not just mentally, but physically. I didn’t realize the training with Caleb had already affected me so much, but when I went to pack for the camping trip, my jean shorts were suddenly snug around my legs. When I looked in the mirror, I could see a shadowed line running down the side of my thigh, highlighting muscles I’d never seen before.

Caleb presses his fingers into this divot on the outside of my legs as he lowers his face to my center and runs his tongue along me.

Every muscle in my body clenches at the bombardment of sensations, but as he works and sucks at me, an easy warmth begins to creep in.

My legs grow heavy and fall to the sides, opening more for him, and I run my fingers through his silky golden-brown hair where it bobs over me.

As heat and pressure begin to mount, my breathing becomes labored. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

He lifts his head just enough to respond. “Why would I stop, then?”

I twist my hips, both trying to twist away from the overwhelming sensations and draw closer. “Because you haven’t—”

In the middle of my response, Caleb’s tongue flicks across my most sensitive space, and it is the drop of water that bursts the dam. All of my resistance and hesitation is futile, and I come in a crashing wave.

My legs seize up, gripping him around his ears, and I grab a handful of his hair as my back arches, and I shamelessly grind myself into his delicious, sinful mouth.

As the last rolls of pleasure fade, Caleb pulls away, slips his boxers down his legs, and reaches into his bag in the corner for a condom.

“I still will,” he says, finishing a conversation I’d forgotten we were having at all. “But there’s no reason you can’t come twice.”

Friends with benefits, indeed.

Caleb crawls towards me, but just as he is about to slip his leg between mine, I sit up and push him back. His brow furrows, but he doesn’t resist as I press on his firm chest until he is flat on his back.

“I think it’s my turn to take charge, no?” My voice sounds low and throaty, seductive in a way I’m unaccustomed to.

He nods.

The chemicals rushing through my body have made me confident and sure. I kick my leg over his and press my hands into his chest.

It’s a powerful feeling, straddling Caleb’s strong body and looking down at him. His muscles are tense and expectant, his pupils blown wide with desire.

He runs his fingers along the outsides of my legs, gently coaxing me on. It’s almost like his fingers are tapping out a Morse code message:Please. Faster. Now.

But he doesn’t rush me.

I lean forward, pressing my breasts against his chest and leave a soft peck on his lips. His chin and cheeks are stubbled with brown hair.

I kiss my way around his jaw to his ear, sucking the lobe into my mouth and nipping at it with my teeth.

He inhales sharply, and I can feel his excitement against my inner thigh.

Even though it has only been moments since my orgasm, there is an ache between my legs. A space begging to be filled, and as much as I want to tease Caleb, I want him inside of me even more.

I reach down between our bodies and wrap my hand around his base, eliciting another sharp inhale from him.

Then, I press him against my center and plunge down.

In one thrust, we are connected entirely.

Caleb’s entire body clenches, and he sits up slightly, wrapping his arms around my body and holding me close while I adjust to him.

“Fuck,” he moans, flopping back on the tent floor. “Holy fuck.”

His eyes are closed, and I know he is enjoying himself, but I want him to enjoyme.

“Open your eyes.” I press my palms against his chest and roll my hips over him. “Look at me.”

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