Page 84 of Cruel Academy (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 2)

Somewhere in the back of my head, the nervous and shy side of me wants him to put on a blindfold so I can have my way with him in the dark, but I don’t want to be nervous and shy with Caleb.

Like he said, we know each other’s secrets.

There’s no reason to hide anymore.

Caleb’s eyes are shining but heavy-lidded. His lips part with an exhale as I lift myself nearly entirely off him before taking him into me again.

I can tell he wants to tip his head back, close his eyes, and give in to the pleasure building inside of him.

But he keeps his eyes on me and grips my hips as I ride him. His fingers gently guide me forward and back, up and down.

After a while, his hips begin thrusting upward, as well, meeting me halfway.

“Yes,” I breath, arching my back and running a hand through my hair. “Yes.”

Caleb groans and shifts one hand from my hip to my breast. He palms me, rolling his hand over my sensitive nipples, and then slides his hand down my body, pressing it against my stomach. I arch my back even more, rolling my hips forward, and our bodies connect in a slightly different way than before.

Sensation ripples through my center, and I gasp, doing it again and again, faster and faster, reaching desperately for the orgasm that is so close I can taste it.

I lean all the way back, planting my hands on Caleb’s thighs. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my waist, and he pulls me down onto him as he thrusts up. It’s hard and fast and blissful, and I don’t stand a chance.

My legs clench around his thighs, and I release a low, long moan as I quiver around him, pulsating with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.

I’m still shivering when Caleb pulls his legs up and, never once slipping out of me, shifts our bodies back so he is over me. He hooks his hands under my knees, lifts my legs up to my chest, and thrusts into me deeper than I’ve ever felt.

A string of curses falls from his lips as his thrusts become faster and less restrained.

Our skin slaps together, but neither of us is thinking about his friends sleeping ten feet away.

Our gazes are locked on one another. Never breaking. Not even for a second.

“Almost,” Caleb gasps, slapping against me with purpose once and twice more.

Then, he freezes and groans, and I feel him twitch inside of me.

His eyes finally flutter closed, giving himself over to the pleasure.

I reach up and brush a strand of hair away from his sweaty forehead. He turns his face into my touch and kisses the palm of my hand.

It’s such a gentle moment that I could almost believe it didn’t really happen.

When Caleb is finished, he pulls out of me, presses a kiss to each of my knees before lowering my legs down, and then rolls over onto his back and lays a hand across his stomach.

I feel lazy and sated and, if possible, even more confident than before. I roll to my side and prop myself up on my elbow. “Even after that, we’re still friends?”

Caleb closes his eyes and looks like he might just go back to sleep instead of answering me.

But after a few seconds, he chuckles.

“Haley, afterthat, you might be the best friend I’ve ever had.”

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J.C. has been bitching about me paying him back for the weed he scored from a Public dealer, so I’ve been dodging him and Noah as much as possible.

I gave the last bit of my money to my mom for her car. Right now, she is getting rides to and from work with a coworker, but she is pulling extra hours at the bar to try and make more tips.

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