Things I Wanted To Say (Lancaster Prep Book 1)

I WAKE up with Summer’s naked body sprawled across mine. I’m hard as usual in the morning, but it feels more intense, thanks to having her in my bed. On top of me. Her soft pussy pressed against my thigh.

I refuse to fuck her. Or even touch her in a sexual manner. Last night I pushed her to her absolute limits. I used her body in almost every single way I possibly could.

In a way, I pushed myself to my limits too.

Carefully I disentangle her from me and climb out of bed, going straight to the bathroom to piss. My erect dick makes this almost impossible and I try to think of other things. Boring things. School. The drive here. My parents’ endless disappointment in me.

My dick deflates a little.

I turn on the shower and jump in, the icy cold water brisk against my skin. It eventually warms up, and I wash myself quickly. Hop out and dry off. Brush my teeth. Study my reflection in the mirror, annoyed with myself, and how I treated Summer last night. She gets under my skin. Burrows herself in there until I’m consumed with her, and I can’t shove her out. No, I made everything fucking worse after last night.

Chasing after her. Fighting over her with Monty as if she’s a prized possession that I won. Publicly claiming her at the party. I’m sure they’re talking about us. Me. Wondering who she is. It won’t take much digging to figure it out.

And then there will be hell to pay. I’m sure of it.

Right now, last night’s behavior feels worth the trouble. For whatever reason, I couldn’t resist her. I wanted her every which way. Fucking her every chance I got. I came three times last night? Four? She came more.

She’s a drug and I’m hopelessly addicted.

I exit the bathroom to find her sitting up in the middle of the bed, clutching the comforter to her, her dark hair in complete disarray. She’s beautiful on this cold, gray morning. A spot of vibrant color in the drab. When is she not? Smooth shoulders on display, her pink mouth swollen, her eyes puffy from sleep—or lack of it. I can see the exhaustion on her face, it’s obvious. Yet I still find her stunning.

My dick stirs. I glance down, remembering I’m naked.

“Someone’s glad to see me.”

Her response makes me smile before I remember I’m not supposed to do that much and I turn it into a scowl.

But she saw the smile, and her eyes widen, dancing with delight. She holds her hand out, beckoning me. “Come back to bed.”

“My parents will want me downstairs for breakfast.” It’s a weak excuse. I can almost guarantee my parents aren’t at the table. It’s already past nine. They rise with the sun; the both of them similar, yet not wanting to deal with each other.

She pouts. “Please?”

Giving in, I go to her. Wrap her up in my arms. Kiss her senseless. What the hell am I doing? Girls mean nothing to me. People mean nothing to me. I’m treating her like a precious and fragile thing, when I usually call her a horrible name and demand that she suck my dick.

I decide to try it out.

I curl my fingers into her hair at her nape, pulling her mouth from mine. “I want your mouth on me.”

Her smile is saucy. “My mouth is on you.”

“On my cock,” I correct, not letting her go as I press my back against the ornate headboard, a pillow tucked behind me. “I want to come in your mouth.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her breath quickens. “Is this a normal morning request?”

“When I’m with you—” I clamp my lips shut, not about to complete that sentence. “Do it.”

My tone is hard. Rude. After the last couple of nights of sweet talk and tender gestures, I need to remember who I am. Who she is. And she remembers. I see it in her response. How agreeable she becomes.

She shifts down the bed, my fingers loosening in her hair, allowing the movement. Her mouth hovers above my cock, her gaze meeting mine. “Did you shower?”

I nod. Run my tongue over my lips. She hasn’t showered yet, though I did clean her up. But I had my cock in her asshole last night, so I get why she asked.

Summer lowers her head, her hair falling forward, cutting off my view. Her lips touch the tip of my dick. A fleeting kiss. Her tongue laps. Catches the precum.

A groan leaves me. She is an expert with that mouth.

Her slender fingers squeeze the base, jacking me slowly as she works her mouth on my cock’s head. I reach forward, catching her hair, pulling back the curtain so I can watch. It’s a sight to see. My cock filling her mouth as she swallows me down, her naked body swaying over mine. I could start my day like this every morning and have no complaints. I’d be a cheerful fucker for once in my life.

All thanks to her.

It doesn’t take much for her to draw me closer to the edge. The familiar tightening begins within minutes. My entire body tenses, especially at the base of my spine. Deep in my balls.

“Spread your legs,” she whispers and I do as she says, curious. Watching.

Summer shifts so she’s in between my thighs, her hand still wrapped around my dick as she dips her head and licks at my balls, leaving fiery heat everywhere her tongue touches. She moves lower, licking beneath them. Licking a place so forbidden, I suck in a sharp breath at her daring move.

I tilt my torso forward automatically, giving her better access. She licks around my ass, that ridge of skin between my asshole and balls lights on fire every time she touches me.

I groan, wanting to close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation of her mouth, but not willing to miss the show she’s putting on for me. What she’s doing right now feels wicked. Filthy.

Fucking hot.

With her free hand, she touches me there, stroking my ass. Pressing firmly against my asshole. Just like I did to her last night. Her fingers squeeze tightly around my shaft, my cock almost an angry purple color thanks to her aggressive touch. My breath stalls. My entire body goes still, anticipation licking at my veins as her mouth draws closer.

She makes direct contact, her tongue covering every inch of my asshole and I come with a shout, semen spurting high, like I’m a fucking geyser. It’s endless, the cum. Streams of it landing all over the bed. All over me. She pulls away from my ass, her smile faint, her fingers still strangling my cock as I try my best to come down from what she did to me.

That wasn’t just an orgasm. It was a goddamned religious experience.

Her smile is arrogant as she studies me. She’s most definitely the queen in this moment, and I’m her lowly, quivering servant. Vulnerable. Shaking. “You made a mess of yourself.”

My own words tossed back at me. I can only look at her, unable to find my voice.

“And you came so easily.” She laughs, like a siren. Like my own personal torment. “Someone enjoys having their ass licked.”

“I know a filthy little whore who enjoys licking my ass,” I toss back at her, knowing she’ll take it as a compliment.

She practically glows at my words. “I need to take a shower.”

“I’ll join you.”

“Didn’t you just take one?” She raises a brow.

“Look at me.” I spread my arms out wide, a grunt leaving me when she finally lets go of my softening dick. “I’m a mess, like you said.”

“Oh, you definitely are. Then join me.” She slides off the bed, her long, elegant limbs reminding me of art in motion. “I’ll wash you, and you can wash me.”

“I’ll wash you first.” I follow after her as she darts into the bathroom, my hand going to her perfect ass and giving one rounded cheek a slap, the sound echoing off the tile. She yelps.

I growl.

What the fuck am I doing?