Don't Follow Me: A High School Bully Romance (Diamond In The Rough Book 4)(17)

“Uh, uh, uh. Stay there,” she said.

My eyebrows rose as she slowly slid off my body. I watched her as much as I could from my position although she stepped out of my view a couple of times. She took off her clothes, casting them to the side. And when she came back into view, she bent and ripped my pants off, literally pulling them down my legs before pulling my cock out through the slit of my boxers.

Rock hard, and ready for her.

“Rae,” I grunted.

“You stay just the way you are, handsome.”

I lay there on my back, watching as she straddled me. Her pussy hovered above my lips as her hand fisted my hair. I smelled her. I salivated for her. Those enticing pussy lips glistened for me and I wrapped my arms around her legs, wanting nothing more than for her to drop down.

Then she did exactly as I wanted.





13





Raelynn





I groaned. “Oh, yeah. Just like that.”

I sat myself against his face and my head fell back. With his large hands gripping my hips, I rocked against his lips. I felt him give his face as an offering, reeling as I sat my pussy lips against his face. Electricity washed over me as I rocked. His tongue parted my folds as my chest flushed with heat. I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping him as he held me close. Feasting on me. Swallowing me down. Pushing me to heights I hadn’t known in so long.

I’d never neglect this part of our relationship again.

“Clint. Don’t stop.”

He answered me with a growl before he continued teasing me with his tongue.

I lifted my head and looked down at him. His eyes peered back at me with hunger and need. My thighs quaked. My toes curled. And my gut ached for me to fall over the edge. I panted for air as I felt myself climbing. As I rolled quicker against his face, my breathing became broken. My eyes rolled back as he held me close. His tongue pressed deeply against my clit. And as I fell over the edge, I collapsed.

Falling against the mattress.

I whimpered as my body twitched. I felt Clint manipulating me before he spread my legs wide. He tossed them over his shoulders, his cock falling between my swollen folds. And when he slid against my walls, my jaw unhinged.

“Ooooh, fuck.”

He snapped his hips against mine. He folded me in half. He rested his body against the back of my thighs as my eyes rolled back. I felt him filling me, and it was all too much. Being able to let go with him--knowing no one could walk in on us--felt surreal.

I didn’t want it to end.

“That’s it, Rae. Take it. Let it wash over you.”

“Clint. Yes. Harder. I need you--hard--yes! Clint! Shit!”

My back arched and I fell over the edge. Much quicker than I wanted, but we had all weekend. His face fell to my breasts as he stilled inside me. Pulsating, but not exploding. Growling, but not releasing. Swiveling his hips, but refusing to let himself burst.

Which meant our time wasn’t over.

“Clint,” I whispered.

My legs slid lazily from his shoulders. He rolled us over until my body rested against his. I heaved against the crook of his neck, feeling my heartrate skyrocketing as his girth stayed inside my body. Resting there, as if it had found its home.

Just like my cheek found its home against Clint’s heartbeat.

“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered.

I snickered. “Take me any way you wish.”

He growled just before the phone rang. Which caused me to giggle as he fumbled with it. The ringing sound filled our room and I forced myself to get up. I smirked down at him as he held the phone to his ear. Planting my knees into the mattress, I shifted myself as he held back his groans. He shot me a look before he drew in a quick breath. But the second he opened his mouth, I slid up his girth.

“Hey th--hmph--hey. Yes? Hello? Oh, hey, Mike.”

I bit down onto my lower lip as I squeezed my walls around him. His eyes widened as he pointed to the phone.

Like I gave a damn who he was on the phone with.

“Yeah, dinner at six? Uh… Rae?”

I giggled as I bounced against his body, causing his jaw to unhinge silently.

“Yep. That’s good. Six, in the hall--hallway.”

I clapped my hand over my mouth as I pressed myself up before sliding all the way back down again. Making him more frustrated than ever. And yet, I knew he liked it. The thrill of it. Michael in his ear, me teasing him on his cock.

“Can we do steak, Michael? I’d really like a nice slab of beef tonight,” I called out.

I rolled my hips, causing Clint to groan out before he drew in a quick breath.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll tell her. See you guys at six. Bye.”

And just as quickly as he’d hung up the phone, my hands fell against his chest.

“They know now, you know,” he murmured.

I grinned. “Like you care.”

“You’re going to pay for that, Rae.”

“I’d like to see you tr--ah!”

I giggled as he quickly flipped me over, reaching for my clit as he kept himself sheathed within me. His fingers moved quickly, working me as my legs pulled taut. I gasped for air, whimpering with broken moans as I choked on my own ability to speak. He knew just what buttons to press. He knew exactly how sensitive I was. He played me like a damn fiddle, and I adored that about him.

Until his fingers stopped.

“Wh-wh-wh-wh--what? Why? I don’t--”

“Payback really is a bitch, beautiful.”

He captured my lips before pounding into my body. Over and over, swiveling his hips against my swollen nub. I gasped for more. I needed more of him. But every time I got close, he stopped. Every time I reached that peak, he pulled back. It was sheer torture, not falling over that cliff with him. I felt his length swelling. Pulsing. Practically screaming out its own needs. And yet Clint wouldn't indulge them.

Neither of us.

“Please. I can’t anymore.”

Clint nuzzled me. “Oh, is the little tease tired of being teased?”

I sighed. “Come on. It wasn’t this bad.”

“Well, it’s not my fault you look so beautiful when you’re flustered.”

He bit against my neck and I arched. His hands moved all over my body, tracing my outlines with his palms. He pounded into me, then rested. He languidly moved, then rested. He rutted against me, short, quick strokes as his pelvis lapped at my clit.

Then fucking rested.

Beads of sweat dripped down the nape of my neck. My entire body flushed from head to toe. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think straight. My limbs went limp against the mattress. Immobile against the force of his body. Every inch of me was covered in his kisses by the time he was done. And yet, neither of us were done.

Because he wouldn't fucking let me come.

“Clint,” I said hoarsely.

He captured my lips, making my heart flutter.

“You ready, my love?” he murmured.

All I mustered was a nod before he chuckled.

“Good. Because I am, too.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” I breathed.

He laughed as he pulled out of me and my eyes widened. I didn’t want him to leave. I reached for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I was too weak to lean up and search for him. Too weak to open my eyes and find him. But, when I felt warmth settle against my ears, I smiled.

“Taking a page out of my book?” I asked.

“And if I was, gorgeous?”

I slowly opened my eyes and moaned with hunger. His cock, dangling for me, glistening for my viewing pleasure. He hovered over me, nuzzling my hip bones. I jumped at the feel of his cool nose against my skin. I slid my hands softly up his thighs, trying to find a place to hang on to before I guided him to my lips.

I should’ve known he had things under control.

“Open wide.”

He slipped down my throat as his face fell between my legs. And the pleasure that skyrocketed through my system threatened to burn through my gut. Every single part of my body felt as if it were on fire, roaring with a desperate need only Clint could fill. I felt myself overcome with helplessness. And yet I felt freer than I had in my entire life. As I bucked ravenously underneath him, the whole of my throat opened up. I felt all of my muscles release, slipping down the warm embankment of a river and floating off into the sunset. I let the moment consume me and my mind fall blank. All there was were our bodies, desperately searching for something only we could give one another.

Nothing else mattered.

And I never wanted this to change.

He growled between my legs and my eyes sprang open. He spread me further as his girth pulsed against my cheeks. All I did was offer myself, because I sure as hell didn’t have the energy to move. I slid my nails up and down his thighs, shivering as I tried to regulate my breathing. Sensations I’d never experienced before engulfed me, sweeping me underneath his torrential current.

And as my hips rose from the bed, I felt myself finally pop.

“Clint! Clint! Yes! Keep going!”

My muffled cries caused him to growl. I watched his balls pull up before his hips stilled. He shoved himself down my throat as my hands gripped his ass cheeks, digging into the strength of his muscles as his tongue did its own work. I snapped my hips against his face, rocking as hard as I could. Another orgasm rolled over me, forcing my eyes closed as I felt his girth finally pumping.

Releasing into me and marking the whole of my body.

I shivered against him. His tongue dug in harder, and I came again. Three times, back to back, locking up my body and causing me to go weak. Clint pulled himself from my mouth and I felt trails of spit and arousal mark everywhere the tip of his dick touched. I gazed up at the ceiling, watching it ebb and flow like waves of the ocean. Spinning around and around. Threatening to cast me off into another dimension as my body catapulted through the clouds.