Cruel Intentions : A High School Bully Romance (Eastern High Series Book 1)

Cruel Intentions: Chapter 18



Noah

With my hands firmly gripping her hips, I lean over and crush my lips against hers, swallowing the soft gasp she makes. The only thing between us is the thin fabric of my boxers, and it’s driving me insane. My cock is hard as hell, throbbing, desperate to be inside her, to lose myself in the tight heat that I know only she can give me.

She’s fucking beautiful, and the way she rode my face—wild, shameless, and completely her—has my pulse pounding like a war drum. This isn’t just want; it’s need. It’s raw, consuming, and impossible to ignore.

‘I’m gonna fuck you, Aubrey,’ I growl, my voice low and gravelly as I lower my head, taking her hard nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicks over it before I suck hard, drawing a moan from her. ‘And I want to hear you scream my name when you come on my cock. You hear me?’

I lift my head, my eyes locking onto hers.

She swallows hard, her pupils blown wide with desire, her walls crumbling under my touch. She tries to act tough, tries to keep her guard up, but the moment I touch her, she falls apart for me. She fucking wants this—wants me—just as much as I want her. And right now, I want everything. I want her screams, her moans, every damn inch of her.

Screw the distance, screw the past. While I have her here, I’m going to make her mine again. I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t think of anything else.

In one swift motion, I strip off my boxers and toss them aside, no hesitation, no second thoughts.

Her gaze drops immediately, locking onto my cock, hard and throbbing, and I catch the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips. The sight alone makes me groan, a deep, primal sound that rips from my chest.

The thought of her mouth on me flickers through my mind—hot, wet, perfect—but not now. I’m too fucking far gone to wait. That can come later. Right now, I need to be buried so deep inside her she forgets every reason she ever left.

With her eyes still fixed on me, I grip my cock, stroking slowly, deliberately, knowing she’s watching every move I make. A bead of precum glistens on the tip, catching the light, and I scoop it up with my finger, bringing it to her lips.

“Suck it,” I command, my voice rough with desire.

She doesn’t hesitate, her lips parting as she takes my fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them like she’s savoring every drop. Fuck, the sight alone is almost enough to undo me.

‘Good girl,’ I growl, the words slipping out unbidden as I imagine her talented mouth wrapped around my cock, draining me until there’s nothing left. ‘You’re fucking killing me.’

Pulling my fingers from her mouth, I shift my attention to the glistening wet heat between her legs. My hands find her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the dryer until she’s perfectly positioned, right where I want her.

My cock presses against her entrance, teasing her. Her breath hitches, and I feel her hips tilt, her body silently begging me to push inside.

“Spread those legs for me,” I growl, my voice rough with hunger. She obeys instantly, her legs parting wide, baring herself completely for me. The sight of her, so ready and willing, nearly undoes me.

Slowly, I press the tip of my cock against her entrance, groaning as the tight, slick heat envelopes me. She gasps, the sound soft and sexy. My grip on her hips tightens as I push deeper, savoring every inch as her body stretches to take me. The pleasure starts low, a simmering ache in my balls, and spreads like fire through every nerve.

Once I’m buried to the hilt, I pause, letting the overwhelming sensation consume me. Her eyes find mine, her expression a perfect blend of pleasure and surrender, and I reach down, my thumb finding her clit.

I circle it gently, teasingly, as I start to move. My hips thrust slow and deep, each stroke deliberate, every motion designed to draw more of those perfect, breathless sounds from her.

Her head tilts back, eyes closed, lips parted in a silent moan, but I’m not letting her drift away.

“Open your eyes, Aub,” I command. “Look at me, while I fuck you. Watch who’s making you feel like this.”

Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine, and the heat between us burns hotter, fiercer.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my gaze dragging down to where our bodies meet.

Watching my cock slide into her, glistening and wet, is pure fucking heaven. Every thrust makes me want to lose control, to bury myself deeper, to mark her as mine in every possible way.

Her moans grow louder, each one spurring me on. I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, faster, hitting her deeper with every stroke.

“Oh, fuck, Noah!” she cries, her voice raw and desperate.

My thumb flicks her clit with precise pressure, coaxing her higher. Her body arches, trembling as she lifts her hips, begging for more. I give it to her, sliding my arm under her back and pulling her up, angling her just right. The new position lets me hit that spot, and her reaction is instant—her back bows, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pound into her — harder, faster, deeper.

Her moans fuel me, raw and broken, her beautiful face completely lost in pleasure. I can feel her tightening around my cock, her walls gripping me, her clit throbbing under my thumb as she teeters on the edge.

“You’re close,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “When you come, you scream my name. Tell the whole fucking world whose cocks inside you, Aub.”

Her body tenses and then she shatters. Her orgasm crashes, raw and powerful, her pussy pulsing and squeezing as her juices drip down, soaking my balls.

But I don’t stop.

I keep thrusting, relentless, driving her higher as my thumb works her clit, wringing every last bit of pleasure from her trembling body. Her moans break into gasps, her cries filling the room, and I know I’ve wrecked her completely.

“Take it, Aub,” I tell her, my voice rough and demanding. “Take my cock until you can’t take anymore.”

Her entire body trembles beneath me, her cries turning into breathless, desperate moans, and I don’t hold back. I drive into her relentlessly, my grip firm on her hip as I push her past every limit. Her nails dig into my arms, her legs quivering, but I can’t stop—I won’t stop—until I’ve claimed every inch of her.

My cock throbs, every thrust the pleasure builds, but it’s not enough. I want to ruin her, to make sure she feels me in her very soul.

Her body tenses, her walls clenching tighter, her clit pulsing under my thumb. A second orgasm tears through her, more powerful than the first. Her cries rise into a scream, raw and beautiful, echoing through the room as I keep driving into her, relentless, forcing her to ride the wave with me.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl, my voice thick as I watch her fall apart. Her face twists in pleasure, her lips forming my name like a prayer, and it pushes me over the edge. Her body milks my cock, stroke after stroke and I let go, groaning as I come hard, spilling deep inside her, giving her every last drop.

Even as my release overtakes me, I keep moving, slow but deliberate, savoring the way her body trembles beneath mine. But I don’t stop until the last wave of pleasure has passed, until I’ve made damn sure she knows exactly who gave her the best orgasm of her life.

Because when she leaves, I want her to remember this. To remember me. To remember the guy who made her scream like that, who made her come undone so completely. That no other guy will ever fucking compare.

Her body comes down from the high of her orgasm, but I keep my movements slow, sliding in and out of her pussy with purpose, savoring every squeeze as she milks the last drop of cum from my cock.

Her breathing is ragged, her chest heaving as she floats in the haze of her orgasm. Her skin is flushed, her expression soft, blissed-out, and completely undone—and knowing I’m the one who brought her there fills me with a primal satisfaction.

Fuck, the sight of it is enough to make me want to do the whole thing all over again.

I stop moving, keeping my cock buried deep inside her, unwilling to let the moment end. My hands find her face, cradling it gently as I brush my thumbs over her cheeks, damp with sweat and glowing with the aftermath. My smirk widens, knowing I’ve left my mark on her in every way.

She’s the only one I’ve ever fucked like this. No condoms. No barriers. Just us.

“That was fucking hot,” I murmur. For a second, heavier words hover at the tip of my tongue—words about her being mine, about how no one else will ever touch her like I do. But I swallow them down.

Before I can say anything more, she leans up and kisses me. It’s not tentative or soft—it’s deep, consuming, and full of something I can’t quite name. Her lips mold to mine, her tongue tangling, and I lose myself in her all over again.

My cock twitches inside her, eager for round two, but I pull back, forcing myself to resist. If I fuck her again now, she’ll be too sore to handle what I have planned for later. This weekend, with my father out of the house, I’m going to savor every second with her. I’m going to fuck her until she can’t take anymore, until her body and mind are so consumed by me that nothing else exists.

Reluctantly, I break the kiss and slowly withdraw, groaning as I watch my release seep from her, glistening against her swollen, tender skin. The sight sends a surge of satisfaction through me, and I can’t help but slide my fingers in, pushing it back inside her. Her body is limp, completely spent. She doesn’t protest—she doesn’t need to. She knows she’s mine to take care of.

“Come here,” I murmur, slipping my hands under her ass and lifting her off the dryer with ease. Her legs dangle around my waist, and her head rests against my shoulder as though she couldn’t bear to be anywhere else.

I carry her toward the bathroom, every step deliberate, savoring the feel of her warmth against me. The shower is next—a chance to clean up, to wash away the evidence of what just happened before we face the inevitable. Her father’s bullshit can wait. Right now, with her in my arms, her body trembling in the aftermath of everything I’ve given her, none of that shit matters.

For now, all I care about is her.


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