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“I’m–fuck, Conrad. I’m coming!”
He buries his face between my legs again, lapping up the orgasm that’s washing over me like a fucking tsunami. Wave after wave of intense pleasure has me screaming his name on a loop.
I’ve barely come down from the high when Conrad flips me over. My nipples are taut and the friction against the sheets has me moaning. I’m vaguely aware of foil ripping before my hips are hiked up and then–oh, holy shit–he’s pushing inside of me, thick and hard.
I gasp as my body stretches to accommodate the size of him. “Fuck me, Princess,” he grunts and slides out slowly before snapping his hips forwards again. “You’re so fucking tight.” He continues this delicious pace and leans forward and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against my spine. “You’re fucking perfect.” One hand keeps my hips steady, while the other slips around my body, palming my breast.
I bury my head into the sheets, stifling a low moan. The smell of him on his sheets is driving me wild. He takes that as permission and pulls out, grabbing me strong and steady as he flips me onto my back.
Conrad braces himself with one arm on either side of my head, kissing me before plunging deep inside me again. His taste washes over my tongue; a mix of my orgasm and the salty taste of his sweat. His body is a comforting weight as he fucks me slow and steady. He murmurs breathless praises in my ear. Conrad overwhelms my senses. My body’s trembling. I’m incapable of focusing on anything other than him.
When my body tenses again, Conrad wraps his arms tight around me, holding me through my next climax. My nails dig into his skin through each wave. When I finally loosen my grip, his hips pick up the pace. “Oh God, Ivy. Fuck.” He thrusts deep and hard, gritting his teeth. His fingers gouge into my skin, increasing my climax. We both cry out as his orgasm slams into him, forcing out another curse. He rides out the high, body shivering with aftershocks.
Conrad lays down next to me, and I stare at the ceiling feeling like I’m floating, drifting, sinking down into the mattress. After a while, he props himself up on one elbow. He brushes my sweat-dampened hair away from my face and presses his lips to mine, grinning against my mouth. “I could get used to this.”
“Used to what?” I ask, rolling over and propping myself up on my elbow to face him.
“Having you naked in my bed.”
“Don’t get too comfortable with it.”
He leans in running his lips along my shoulder until he’s nuzzling in my neck. “And why’s that?”
“Because this has an expiry date. This isn’t serious, Conrad. It’s just two people having a bit of fun.”
“Right.” Conrad pulls back to look at me. “About that. Ivy–”
The sound of the front door slamming interrupts whatever Conrad was going to say. Loud, arguing voices travel up the stairs. I shoot him a panicked glare as I jump out of bed and scramble around for my clothes. “I thought you said everyone was out.”
“They were,” he says, running a hand through his hair. Seeing as he’s in no hurry, I toss his clothes to him.
While he gets dressed, I try to make my hair look a little more presentable. The fact that I’m only wearing a bikini top right now does not help the situation.
As if he realises this, Conrad–now fully clothed– indicates for me to stay quiet. He opens his door quietly and ducks out, leaving me alone in his room. With his door slightly ajar, I can hear his parents arguing. How much more embarrassing can this get?
Conrad slips back into his room, handing me a BHU sweatshirt. He’s clearly borrowed it from Ellie’s wardrobe, but I tug it on anyway, thankful that I don’t have to risk running into my old principal with my boobs on full display.
“What are we going to say?” I hiss at him. I’m pretending to be mad at him, but I’m really only angry at myself for getting into this situation.
“That we’re madly in love and getting ready to elope?” he quips, wincing when I punch him in the arm. “I don’t fucking know, Ivy. It’s not like I planned this!”
I rub my hands over my face. This is a freaking nightmare. I don’t need his parents seeing me. If they do, Ellie might find out. And if she finds out, she’ll just tell Harley–who will immediately run and tell Brady.
Fuck my life.
“Look, if we’re really quiet, maybe I can sneak you out of here.” He holds out his hand and I stare at it, letting out a heavy sigh before I take it.
I don’t have much of a choice.
TWENTY-SEVEN
CONRAD
WHEN I SLIPPED out to get Ivy something to wear, I heard Mum shouting at him. She was saying that she’s had enough of him trying to turn us against her. I plan to find out what it’s all about–but I don’t need Ivy hearing it. She already thinks I’m fucked up enough as it is.
I creep down the stairs using the noise of my parents’ argument to sneak Ivy out. I close the front door quietly and pull her into my arms, tilting her chin up so I can kiss her “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
Ivy’s gaze locks onto mine. She rests her hands against my chest. “If you ever need to talk…”
