Page 63 of Calavera Society
I press my lips to his, shutting up his words and he takes the hint. Now he knows…he’s my first.
He pushes me back, rolling us over until he’s on top. He grips my cock his hand and stokes me but keeps himself still inside me. He licks across my pecs, his tongue swirling over my left nipple, making me groan and relax before he moves to my other one. He gives it the same attention before moving up the column of my neck, licking, sucking and biting until he reaches my mouth.
He never moves his hips and it both irritates me and makes my wall break just a little more. Who the fuck is this guy? How in the hell has this become my day? Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d be letting my stepsister’s crush fuck me, much less would I expect him to be careful with he as he does so.
With all his touching, stroking and kissing, I find myself rolling my hips, needing him to move and give me more.
He slowly pulls out and slides back in, turning the pain into pleasure with each careful thrust, but now that I’ve relaxed enough, I don’t want this soft shit. It may have been a surprise to me at the start, but I still want Noah to wreck me.
No, I need him to.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.” he says digging his face into the crook of my neck where his hot mouth latches onto my skin.
“Then fucking give it to me, guapo.” My voice sounds like a plea and fuck me if it’s not.
I hook my legs around him and yank him toward me, turning his languid thrust into a hard one that has us both panting.
He stands straight and hooks his elbows beneath my knees, “Fuck your fist, let me see you come for me.”
He sounds so fucking good all worked up over me.
I do as he says and watch as his stomach flexes on his next thrust. He doesn’t stop, his hips jerking forward as our mouths drops open in pleasure. Each slam against my prostate brings me closer to that blissful cliff and I find myself jerking myself harder, matching Noah’s rhythm until I’m chanting almost incoherently.
“Fuck, I’m close, I’m going to come.”
He doesn’t stop, his brows furrow as though he’s holding himself back, his eyes locked on mine.
“Come. Milk my cock.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
“Fuuuuck!” I growl as my cum shoots out in hot ropes across my stomach.
“Unf—” Noah groans, his hips jerking erratically until he slams into me one final time.
He drops head back as his cock pulses inside me and the sight of his inked chest glistening with sweat is almost enough to rally my softening cock.
Once our mutual highs have cleared our minds, both of us lock eyes and in his gaze, I see my own thoughts reflecting back at me.
We just fucked up.
THIRTY
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‘RIGGED’ THE PLOT IN YOU
It’s beentwo weeks since ritual night, and Rey has made himself scarce. When I do see him, it’s either in my dreams or when he’s coming back to the house late into the night looking worse for wear, as though he spent the entire night either fucking or just recovering from a bender.
My stomach clenches at the former thought, but I push it out of my mind.
We haven’t spoken, but the tension between us is almost too much to handle so I keep myself busy with preparing for classes and avoiding my father.
I’d like to say I’ve spent most of my days with Noah, but I haven’t been able to really face him. On the car ride here, I made it plainly obvious that we are a united front against Coventry, but mostly Rey and all his cronies, but did I follow my own fucking rules?
No, this bitch did not.
Facing him while holding this hidden secret close is emotionally draining. I should just come clean with him and deal with the outcome. Noah’s incredulous face flashes in my mind, making my stomach sink.