My thumb taps play, and my heart thunders in my chest, nerves pin prick all over my body.
Moaning fills the air as soon as the screen pops up. I rush to turn the volume down, but I keep watching.
The girl is tied up, moaning and sobbing as Preston fucks into her ruthlessly from behind.
The longer I watch, the more the ache between my legs grows. I’m so turned on it’s embarrassing. But there's no way I can go back out there feeling like this. I’ll just take care of myself quickly, delete the video, and leave here like nothing happened.
My pulse quickens as my hand inches down my thigh and under my skirt.
This is so wrong, so messed up, but when my fingers brush against my swollen clit, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine, I bite back a moan and do it again.
Preston picks up his pace, grabbing a handful of the girl’s hair. He slaps her ass, making her cry out in a long, lusty moan. He calls her filthy names, names that I’ve been called before that made me feel bad. Only as he calls her a slut, a whore, and a dirty girl, my fingers slip under my panties.
I whimper as my fingers slide through my arousal, dipping into my pussy. I pump my fingers a few times before bringing my wet fingers back to my clit. I press down and slowly rub in tight circles, biting my bottom lip so hard that I taste blood as I hold back my sounds of pleasure.
I’m so lost in the moment that I don’t hear the door to the stairwell open until it’s too late.
My eyes snap up as I suck in a gasp. Grayson stands in front of me, eyes lidded with a sexy smirk on his face.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he purrs, licking his lips. “Continue.”
“It’s not what it looks like,” I say quickly, clicking the phone screen off and shoving it in my blazer.
“Says the sinfully sexy women with her fingers still in her panties.” He lets out a deep, sexy chuckle that has my pussy pulsing.Damn it!
“Fuck,” I hiss, pulling my hand away from my clit.
I’m so damn embarrassed, my cheeks flaming hot right now. And it’s not because I was caught touching myself, I’ve done that in front of him before.
It’s because of what I was watching and the fact I’m in the damn school. Anyone could have found me like this.God, I’m so stupid.
He grabs my hand as I go to shove it in my pocket, making me suck in a sharp breath.
With a slow, sexy smirk, he brings them up to his lips, opens his mouth and sucks them in. I whimper as his tongue laps my juices from my fingers.
“Mmmm,” he groans. “I’ve been craving to have the taste of you on my tongue for days now, Pretty Girl.”
“Grayson,” I breathe out, trying to make it sound like a warning.
He steps forward and leans over, placing his hands on both sides of me on the step at my shoulders, forcing me to lean back.
I let out a shuddering breath as he brings his lips to my ear. “You can’t stay mad at me forever, Pretty Girl.” He brushes his lips against the shell of my ear, making me shiver and whimper again.
“We can’t,” I whisper, a very weak protest because I’m way too worked up to be thinking logically.
“Oh, but we can,” he purrs, sucking my earlobe into his mouth as he bites down, making me moan and my eyes roll back.Fuck, he is not helping.“While I don’t care at all about you being my little sister...” How does that sound so sexy coming from him? It’s so fucked up and wrong. “But if you don’t want anyone to know, we can keep it just between me and you. But, Pretty Girl, I’ve had a taste of your sweet cunt, I’ve felt the way you squeeze my cock as it’s buried deep inside your dripping pussy, and I’ve seen what you look like as you shatter in my arms; now there’s no way I can stop at just that one time. You have no idea how much I crave you, Pretty Girl. I ache for you.”
His whispers in my ear have my pulse beating so fast I feel dizzy. And when he brings my hand down to the front of his pants, placing it on his hard length and squeezing lightly, the fire in my belly becomes an inferno. He’s saying all the right things in the moment, and I know I’m losing this fight.
“There’s still so much I have left to teach you.” He slowly kisses his way down my throat. I let out a moan, titling my head to the side to give him better access. My body is buzzing, my nerve endings lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Will you let me?”
“Yes,” I find myself saying. “Please.”
He growls before biting down hard on my neck. I cry out, but his hand shoots up to cover my mouth. “Shhh,” he purrs. “We don’t want anyone to hear you, now do we?”
The thought of being caught sends a thrill up my spine. We shouldn’t do this; not here, not now. But fuck, I don’t think I can wait any longer.
“No.”