Page 68 of Cruel Shame

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

The driver closed the door, encasing us in warmth. He jogged around the vehicle’s front, entered his separated section, and started up the engine.

Orlando leaned over me, his fingertips brushing my thighs. Tingles of pleasure rippled up my inner thighs and settled into my core. “You know me. I’m a dutiful student. Always willing to learn.”

I raised my head to meet his eyes, only for him to press his lips onto mine with a kiss. It was soft and chase and the beginnings of a romantic evening, but my insides thrummed with the need for more.

After all months of exciting build-up, I thought Orlando would set upon me in the back of the limo. Every kiss we’d shared had been scorchingly hot, with him straining through his pants and me aching for him. Even that time he went down on me after cooking class, I wanted more. Now I wanted frenzied back-of-the-limo fucking, but it looked like Orlando was going to take things slow.

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted you?” he murmured into the kiss.

“Tell me?” I kissed back.

“Since the moment I saw you in that hallway, dressed in leather and standing out among the sea of students.” He kissed one corner of my mouth and then the other. “You are so incredibly sexy.”

“I could say the same about yourself.” Slipping my hands beneath his blazer, I tried to feel for his heart, but there was too much fabric beneath my fingertips.

Orlando’s kisses traveled down to my jaw and to my earlobe, which he nibbled between his teeth. “You have the prettiest ears.”

He sucked the lobe and laved it with sharp flicks that I swear I felt against my twitching clit.

I shuddered at the phantom pleasure and melted against the leather seat. Outside, the limo sped down the driveway, making the frost-covered gardens a blur.

“You have the prettiest everything,” Orlando murmured.

A moan slipped from my lips. If he carried on like that, I’d be a puddle of mush before he even got a chance to uncork the champagne. I squeezed my eyes shut and slipped my fingers beneath his waistcoat. Fuck it. It wasn’t like climaxing too early didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the hard erection pressing into my thigh. If anything, it would loosen me up for some really vigorous sex.

Orlando made nipping kisses down my neck, his lips sending sparks of arousal into my clenching core. One of his hands slipped beneath my blazer to cup and caress my breast, and his heavy thumb brushed back and forth over my hard nipple.

I exhaled a shuddering breath and slipped my hand up his thigh. Orlando’s erection curved at an angle, restrained by his underwear. My mouth watered. The last time I saw his dick was on the day of the sex tape, and I’m sure its tip was even larger than Maxwell’s.

“Lilah.” His hot breath fanned against my neck. “I don’t think I can contain myself.”

“Then don’t.” I grabbed him by the lapels and slammed my lips onto his.

Orlando probably wanted to make this a nice, romantic afternoon that built up to sex. I loved the gesture, but I wasn’t the type of girl who needed luxury gifts and romantic settings. Sure, I appreciated them, but what mattered to me most was what I felt for the man.

Out of the three knights, Orlando had the easiest personality. Always cheerful and laughing with a joke on his lips, and quick to diffuse Kendrick when he was being a dick. He was also an incredibly handsome alternative to the twins.

While they were dark, he was light with a mop of curls I wanted to twist around my fingers. The twins had gray eyes, which could appear cold and brooding, and Orlando’s were a warm hazel and always twinkling.

I slipped my fingers over the front of his waistcoat, unbuttoning the garment until it splayed open, revealing a muscled chest heaving beneath the white cotton of his shirt. Orlando had the most mouthwateringly golden skin, even in the midst of winter. I needed to unwrap him. Now.

“Get naked,” I snarled into the kiss.

“But I’ve booked—”

“No.” I slipped my hand between his legs and cupped his nice, fat, juicy balls.

Orlando’s low groan reverberated between my legs. If he didn’t take off those bloody clothes, I would rip them off with my teeth.

“Shit, Lilah, are you sure?”

“Stop being such a gentleman and get out that cock.”

As if those words were magical, Orlando somehow unbuttoned his shirt in seconds and at the same time, yanked down his pants and underwear around his knees, exposing the full might of his erection.

My stomach dropped. On my seventeenth birthday, Nichelle bought me an extra large, extra thick, black dildo complete with thick veins. We all laughed at it, saying there was no way a man could fill that with blood without fainting.