Boys of Brayshaw High (Brayshaw High 1)

I lick my lips, dropping my shoulders against the door and he steps into me, his hand sliding up my chest and neck until he can hold my head at the perfect angle, my lips inches from his, our eyes glued to each other’s.

I put my hands on his chest, and I have to admit, there’s a voice screaming in the back of my head, telling me to push, but I silence it, and do what I want, as always.

I pull.

He’s flush against me now, his lips, his forehead, his nose, all touching mine.

His hands skim over my body until he can cup my ass, and I jump with his tug, wrapping myself around him.

“Okay, big man,” I whisper, licking his lips before kissing them lightly. “Have it your way.”

He growls and bruises my lips with his.

He kisses me hard and long until I’m full on grinding against him, fighting for friction I can’t get, but he senses it and suddenly he’s sitting in a La-Z-Boy.

He pushes me to stand as he remains sitting. His shirt’s the first to go, then he unzips his jeans and lifts his hips, sliding them down with his boxers and his dick springs free, pointing at me accusingly, begging me to ease it.

And I will.

I kick off my shoes and he leans forward, pushing my pants and underwear down as I massage his head with my fingertips.

I step on my jeans to pull them off the rest of the way and Maddoc sits back, staring up at me, completely fucking naked.

His eyes trail over me from head toe, and he grips himself, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. Hooded eyes slowly lift and lock with mine.

“Sit on me, baby.”

I swear to God, I grow ten times hotter.

His head is tilted back, his chin tipped back.

He moves his knees together to make room for me, but I turn around instead, my hands planted on his strong thighs as I lower myself onto him.

He sucks in a breath, before growling and sitting up to pull my shirt off, my bra next.

One arm comes around to wrap across my chest, cupping my breast as the other slips between my legs.

I push down farther and we both moan.

And I start riding him, reverse cowgirl style, following the beat of the music seeping from under the door. It’s slow and sultry and sets the perfect fucking mood for an erotic ride.

And with the way he’s touching my body, it’s perfect.

He’s got a tight grip on my nipple, as his palm massages my breast, the other smashed tight under his forearm.

The hand between my legs slaps against my inner thigh and I jolt, widening my legs for him, just as he requested without a word. His fingers slide down the crease of my sex until they’re gliding around himself and me, before sliding back up to my clit. My body starts to shake. He does it again, and again and then pushes on my clit, pulling both of us back until his back hits the support of the chair, mine against him. My pussy is in the air, his hand covering it and together we roll and grind and fuck, deep and bare and son of a bitch.

My legs start to quiver, my moans getting louder and louder.

He lets it happen, doesn’t fight to keep me quiet and soon his match mine.

We’re loud and carnal and covered in sweat.

His dick starts throbbing inside me, so I flex around him and he growls in my ear, biting it as he does.

My toes curl against his feet and his thighs lock under me and together, we come, hard and long and satisfying.

It’s not until our breathing slows that I realize I gave Maddoc exactly what he wanted tonight.

If I’m not careful, he might take more.

I squash the little voice that tells me he already has.A raspy ass groan has my eyes peeling open. I push my hair from my face to find Maddoc burying his head in the pillow. When he looks up, he tosses the blankets over his head.

“You need to start remembering to close the fucking curtains. It’s too damn bright in here every morning.”

“That’s easily fixed.”

“Yeah, by closing your curtains.”

“Or ... by sleeping in your own bed,” I joke.

He jerks the blanket from his face, frowning.

I laugh lightly, looking to my window.

I never had a window that faced the sun. I mean, the first window I really had was the one at the Bray house, but it faced the opposite side, so the sun didn’t shine through it like this one.

“Hey.” Maddoc’s unexpected gentle tone has me jerking to look at him. His features match his voice and my stomach starts to turn. “You like the sun?”

I shrug, and he gives me a pointed look that has me grinning.