Cruel Prince (Royal Hearts Academy, #1)(83)

“They’re wet,” he notes, snapping them against my skin.

Reaching between us, I give his cock a slow, teasing jerk. “I know. You dropped me in a pool, remember?”

“Smartass,” he mutters before he sinks his teeth into my neck and my eyes flutter closed.

“How about this?” A cocky grin tugs the corners of his mouth as he moves my panties to the side and cups my pussy. “Is this for me?”

“For tonight,” I taunt, and his eyes darken.

My breath hitches as the tip of his finger slowly circles my opening. “Take that dress off. It’s ruining my view.”

I clutch the hem and pull it over my head. “Anything else?”

His free hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he pulls me close, as if he wants to tell me a secret.

“Yeah actually.” He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and dips two fingers inside me. “Ride them.”

Looping my arms around his neck for leverage, I start grinding myself against his hand. I make a choked, jittery sound as he curls them inside me.

“There we go.” He makes a husky sound of approval as he slides them back out, showing me my fluids before he sucks them into his mouth. “So fucking good.”

The sight of him licking my wetness clean off his fingers sends a violent tremor through me. It’s so hot I’m liable to combust. “Oh my God.”

Smirking, he sinks them back in, deeper this time. “Put your hand back on my dick.”

I jack him up and down as his fingers work me, plunging hard and fast into my slickness.

“This isn’t working,” he says.

My body silently protests the loss of his touch. “What? Why?”

He grips my hips before shifting us so we’re lying longways on the couch. “I need you to sit somewhere else.”

“Where?”

Grinning, he taps his chin. “Right here.” Those dark orbs flash as he takes my panties off. “Right fucking now.”

I start to move, but he shakes his head. “Turn around. I want you to finish what you started while I eat this little pussy.” He slaps my ass as I reposition myself. “Trust me, it won’t take long.” Warmth rushes through my veins like a potent drug as he guides me over his mouth. “For either of us.”

Shivers dance over my skin as he laps at me, flicking the metal against my most sensitive spots.

I’m so turned on I can’t see straight. I suck him as deep and fast as I can, gunning for those rough, wild sounds he makes.

My body thrums with tension and my thighs start quaking as he pulls and licks my flesh. Just when I think it can’t possibly feel any better, he adds a finger to the mix, strumming it over my clit like his favorite instrument.

White-hot heat sizzles up my spine as I pick up the pace on my end. His cock pulses in my mouth and he thrusts his hips upward. It’s the only warning I get before he groans and shoots down my throat. Some liquid trickles out in the process and I lick it off his balls, loving the way he shudders underneath me.

Hands kneading my ass, he goes back to working me into a helpless frenzy. A moment later, the tight coil of pleasure inside me snaps and I buck against his mouth, whimpering his name as I come.

Little shivers rake up and down my spine as he plants a soft kiss on my pussy, before easing me onto the couch and standing up.

Neither of us says a word as he tucks himself back into his jeans and picks my wet dress up off the floor.

Dread sinks like a stone in my gut when he places it in my hands without looking at me.

I’d say he’s disconnected—but that’s not it. I can feel his pain digging into my soul as though it were my own.

Jace looks so guilty, so disgusted with himself, I feel sick as I put my dress back on and gather my heels.

I can sense the agitation and repulsion stirring inside him as he types something into his phone. It’s as if he can’t wait for me to leave so he can make plans with someone better.

Someone who doesn’t repel him the way I do.

My throat clogs as I blink back tears I refuse to shed.

I don’t understand why hooking up with me causes him to act like this.

One second he’s worshipping my body, and the next it’s like my presence repulses him and he’d rather claw his eyes out than spend one more second in a room with me.

“Jace,” I whisper, my voice a razor’s edge from cracking.

“Oakley will be here in a few hours,” he informs me. “You can stay here until then.”

He can’t even bring himself to share a car with me for the ten whole minutes it would take to drop me off?

Shoving his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, he heads for the door.

“Jace,” I choke out, my voice shattering like glass.

Talk to me. Tell me what I did.

Why you hate me so much when I’ve never stopped loving you.

He pauses, his breathing staticky. “We can’t do this anymore.”

There are a million things I want to say, and even more, I want to ask.

Instead, I brush past him.

I have too much self-respect to let him reduce me to nothing. I’m the one leaving this time around.

“Tell Oakley I walked home,” I say over my shoulder as I march out the door.

My heart rattles in my ribcage with every step I take.