Page 66 of Revenge

Edward twisted about and fumbled with the garments bunched up around his arms. I continued my long, languid licks up and down his shaft, occasionally curling my tongue around his tip to make him moan. After a few moments, he produced the foil wrapper, tore it open with his teeth and rolled it down his erection.

“This is your first time.” Edward propped himself up on his elbows. “Let me go on top and take care of you.”

“No.” I climbed off him, toed off my loafers, and pulled down my tights and panties. “It has to be like this.”

He fisted his erection around the base, holding it upright. I returned to the sofa and lowered myself onto him. My muscles stretched around his thickness but after they adjusted, a ripple of pleasure fluttered around his length. Maybe it was the thought of dominating Edward like this and having him at my mercy, but this position felt right.

I rubbed my fingertips over his nipples, making him throw his head back and bare his clenched teeth. My throat thickened, and I swallowed down my guilt. Poor Edward. In less than a week, he’d realized I’d fucked him more than one way.

With deliberate slowness, both for my comfort and for the satisfaction of seeing him squirm, I lowered myself down his shaft and rolled my hips. Edward stared back at me, eyes wide with disbelief. A tiny voice in the back of my head mused that he would make a similar face when he had discovered what I had done with those files, and I snatched my gaze away from his.

If I had a shred of decency left, I would stop and confess, but I rode him, gently at first, and when the pleasure built, and my body demanded more, I picked up my pace.

Edward panted, sweated, thrashed his head from side to side, but I rode up and down, reveling at his undoing. Then his hands gripped my hips, and he pistoned up into me, making me cry out. Dominating him was wonderful, but his participation doubled my pleasure.

“I-I’m not sure how long I can last,” he said from between clenched teeth.

I gripped his shoulders and ground my hips. “Kiss me.”

Edward rose, wrapped a hand around my neck and brought me down into the warmest kiss I’d ever received. The new angle rubbed against a spot that sent lightning bolts of pleasure rippling through my core. A high pitched noise escaped my lips, but Edward swallowed it in a kiss that turned my insides to mush and made my toes curl. He thrust over and over against that spot, and I rolled my hips, increasing the friction.

Ecstasy sparked and spread with each movement, and I cried out, “Edward!”

A haze of pleasure fogged his reply. He might have been telling me he was about to climax, but my world had condensed into Edward’s gorgeous shaft and the pleasure pulsing and rippling out from my quivering core.

I ground harder, increasing that sensation until pressure built behind my clit. The climax surged out, bursting through my torso, into my limbs, setting each nerve ending aflame. When it reached my neck, I threw my head back and screamed.

Edward stiffened, and with a howl, he convulsed underneath my thighs and collapsed back onto the Chesterfield. I followed him seconds afterward, then we lay tangled, staring into each other’s souls.

I nuzzled the side of his face. “When I first saw you on the staircase, I thought you had the potential to be the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.”

“And now?”

“You’re heart-stopping.”

Edward grinned and rubbed the small of my back. “You say the most flattering things.”

“It’s true.”

“Seeing you for the first time was like a blow to the chest,” he murmured.

“Why?”

“Those huge, gray eyes were unlike any I’d seen before. So intense. So beautiful. I feared that you could see into my heart and wrench it out of my chest.

“Is that why you kept your distance?” I asked.

He closed his eyes and turned his head away for a fraction. “I’d hardly describe the campaign we launched against you as distance, but I appreciate your understanding.” He paused. “Yes, bullying you was a way to keep you at a distance and save myself for when you inevitably left.”

I ran my fingers down the side of his face. An assurance that I would never leave him stuck in the back of my throat. My new life awaited me in New York, and I wouldn’t be able to stick around Mercia Academy when Edward worked out that I really had handed those papers to the Saturday Correspondent.

We lay on the sofa until our eyes closed, and we both fell asleep. By the time I awoke, the sun had already set. I disentangled myself from his limbs, sighing with the loss of contact. What a pity Edward had decided to bully me and recruit others to do the same. My first term at Mercia Academy could have been paradise with him and the boys, instead of being the seventh circle of hell.

I slipped on my skirt and loafers then crept out of the door, not once looking over my shoulder in case the sight of naked, sleeping Edward tempted me to stay.

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The Uber drove through the campus and past the main teaching block, where the two different policemen bundled the handcuffed headmaster into the back of a car. Either Jackie had passed the files onto the National Crime Agency or the headmaster had done something to hurt Mr. Carbuncle. As far as I was concerned, both men had gotten what they deserved.