Page 36 of Payback

Henry shouldered off my blazer, pulled my shirt from the waistband of my school skirt, and reached under the fabric. His fingertips skimmed the fevered skin of my back.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this under your parents’ roof,” I murmured. “What will your father say?”

“I’m past caring.” Securing my legs around his waist, he stood and walked around to the other side of the bed, where he laid me on my back.

My gaze trailed down prominent pectoral muscles, a six-pack I wanted to explore with my tongue, and down a treasure trail of golden hair that led to the waistband of the gray pants of his academy uniform. His erection strained against the fabric, and I stretched out my arms to unleash it.

Henry stepped back. “Ladies first.”

With as much speed as I could muster, I divested myself of my shirt, skirt, and loafers, leaving myself in an ivory silk lace bra and matching panties. “Your turn.”

Henry pulled off his shirt, pants, and boxers. His beautiful, thick length jutted out from pubes as blonde as the hair on his head. I licked my lips and stretched out my arm, eager for him to unwrap the rest of me.

He stepped forward and straddled my hips. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

My lips curved into a smile. “I never get tired of hearing it.”

His kisses trailed down my neck to my collarbone. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his thick erection and slid my hand over its length. Henry groaned into my ear. “If you continue like that I’m going to come all over you.”

A giggle bubbled up in my throat. “I don’t mind.”

After removing my bra, he slid off my panties and parted my legs, exposing my throbbing clit and sopping, wet folds. “You look good enough to eat.”

Before I could respond, he lowered his head between my thighs and ran his tongue along the length of my slit. A bolt of pleasure sent shockwaves of sensation through my core, making my body jolt with surprise.

Henry raised his head and fixed me with a gaze so heated, shivers of pleasure skittered down my spine. “Like that, do you?”

I bit down on my lip and nodded.

His hands spread me open even wider, exposing me fully to his gaze. This wasn’t the sweet Henry who stroked my belly and massaged me to a shuddering climax. This was the Henry from the start of the term. Henry from the inspections he had conducted in Blake’s study. The one who had made me take off my panties and display myself to him and his friends. My breath caught, and the muscles of my core trembled with delicious anticipation.

When his tongue swirled around my nub, the sensation was so intense, I flinched away. Henry continued circling and flicking and lapping at my clit, holding me in place with those strong hands, and not letting me wriggle out of the way of his relentless tongue.

“H-Henry…” Whatever I wanted to say died in my throat. It was a mixture of the most exquisite pleasure, bordering on pain. Pain from the pressure expanding behind my clit, around my core. Pressure that seemed to have no end, yet I didn’t want it to stop.

He continued his sweet torture until my vision went white, and the pressure burst, releasing a torrent of ecstasy that made me open my mouth in a silent scream. Through the pounding in my ears, I heard the tear of a foil wrapper. Seconds later, while I was still riding my climax, Henry entered me in a smooth, hard thrust. The movement made the muscles of my core clamp hard against his length.

I let out a shuddering moan. “B-but I thought you were a virgin.”

“You’re forgetting, I have a very experienced roommate.” His hips moved in a slow circle that sent pleasant ripples through my core.

The intensity made me groan and arch into his chest. Blake. I imagine he was quite a handful. “Have you two—”

“All the way.” He pulled out of me and slid back in, building up a steady rhythm

My thighs tightened around his hips, and my pelvis rocked against his thrusts, creating a delicious friction that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. Each downward thrust rubbed his pelvis against my clit, and each time he ground against me, the muscles of my core spasmed against his length.

Henry continued this rhythm of grinding and stroking and delicious, hard thrusts. I held onto his hard glutes with both hands, enjoying how they flexed as he fucked.

“You’re terrific,” he murmured into my ear.

I squeezed his ass cheeks. “I wanted to do this with you from the moment I saw you in that stairwell.”

His movements faltered, and he pressed his lips on mine in a dizzying kiss that lasted until I was breathless. While his tongue caressed mine, that gorgeous, thick erection massaged the muscles of my core to submission. It was wonderful. It was ecstatic. I could have made love with him like this all night.

Henry’s pelvis resumed its delicious grind against my nub. I squeezed my eyes shut and writhed against him, pleasure exploding around my core and sending a flurry of stars shooting behind my eyelids.

“W-what was that?” I gasped out.