Page 92 of The Masks We Wear

My head falls back as a moan escapes my lips, and I push my body closer to him, needing no space where we aren’t connected.

A low, deep groan comes from the back of his throat, leaving my pussy throbbing. My hands find his hair, tugging it aggressively. He laughs against my skin but finally sits down in the chair, gripping my hips to follow him. He trails a hand down my exposed thigh, sending shivers through my body.

“Spencer.” It’s a desperate whisper.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pulls the draping of my skirt to the side and hooks a finger inside my drenched panties.

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut, and he takes a deep breath before pulling hard, snapping the thin material. Before I can even breathe, his thumb connects with my clit, rolling in in circles, making my entire body convulse.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

My mouth drops open, unable to focus on anything other than the waves of nerves shooting through my core.

“If you could be doing anything right now...” He pauses, slipping two fingers in my channel while his thumb continues its assault. “What would you be doing?”

“Spencer Hanes, if you don’t shut up and fuck me—”

“You’ll what?” he toys, curling his fingers and stealing my words.

Suddenly his fingers and the pressure on my pussy vanishes. My eyes snap down at the same moment his cock comes free of his slacks. He drags it through my slippery folds, hisses through his teeth.

“Spe— Fuckkkkk.”

The threat I had vanishes as he impales me, filling me to the hilt. His fingers dig into the fabric, pulling me up and down in a rhythmic tempo until I’m lost in the abyss. Heat pulses through my body until it rushes south and coils low in my belly.

“Fuck, I love you, Spencer.”

He smiles, letting his teeth graze against my jaw before he presses a thumb on my clit. “And I love you, Lily.”

He circles it twice, and my pussy flutters, the tingle of ecstasy spreading through my limbs like lighting across the sky. Not giving two shits we’re in the school, I scream his name as I shatter into pieces around him.

He fucks me through my orgasm before releasing his own, shuddering beneath me as he comes undone. I fall against his chest, greedily sucking in the air I deprived myself of. He strokes my hair, letting our heart rates return to normal as we come back down to Earth. Suspended shivers still work their way through, and every time I shake, he laughs.

Truthfully, I could just stay here and skip the dance altogether, but I know Blaze will kill me when they crown us, and I’m not there to relieve him of the mystery of standing on stage alone. As if he can read my mind, Spencer stirs, letting me get up before he fixes himself. “Do you remember that contract we made?”

I stifle a laugh. “Yeah, I still owe you a punch to gut for breaking rule two.”

He scoffs playfully, pulling me closer as we exit the room. “So you remember rule thirteen?”

Of course. I remember every damn thing on the sheet. Nodding, I curl into his chest. “Yes.”

He smiles. “Just making sure. Now, let’s get my queen to the prom.”

The End.