Page 74 of Made for Cyn
Uh-oh. This conversation is devolving fast. In an attempt to deflect, I chuff out a laugh and pull my chin away, but he just holds me tighter. “I have no interest in Oscar if that’s what your problem is.”
He smiles like a shark, and I shiver like a freaking guppy because, holy shit, there’s something dark and dangerous lurking behind those eyes.
“I’m not worried about whether you want to fuck Oscar,” he says.
Dropping my gaze, so he can’t see my hurt, I pull away, and whisper, “I see.”
“No, you don’t see,” he says, pulling me back around, “because I know if you wanted dick, you’d come to me, right, beauty?”
“What?” I stutter.
“I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours but if you need something, you come to me.”
I have no control, not over my heart nor my body, which shudders in his embrace as his eyes darken into fiery pools of need, and he brushes his mouth against mine. With a whimper, I open to him, and he thrusts inside like a conqueror, invading me with his tongue before licking me up and down and around.
“Cyn,” I moan, clutching his arms desperately.
My body liquefies under his touch and blissfully, I feel him, just him, as everything else fades away.
“Mm,” he rumbles, picking me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks with me in his arms toward the corner of the buildings. In my desperation to be free of everything but this moment, I’m uncaring of the possible audience.
Cyn steps behind a tree, pushing me against the wall, and my back explodes with pain, but I ignore it as he arches into me with his erection. Crying out, I moan into his mouth when he runs the ridge of his hard length against my core. The fiery burn surges through me and I pulse, meeting his thrusts instinctually, seeking the oblivion I know is just around the corner.
“Fuck,” he rasps, “that’s it, beauty. Make yourself come.”
Nodding, I arch into him and writhe desperately, watching through lidded eyes as his arms flex under my weight. His strength is so damn sexy and I’m practically drooling even as I fight back the tears at the burn in my back, because it’s bittersweet combined with the surge of heat building in my core.
Cyn’s nostrils flare and he drops his glittering stare to my heaving chest. When I moan, long and low, he looks up at me with glazed eyes.
“Mm,” he growls, and I fall over the abyss, my orgasm rushing through me on wings of pain. The combination makes it all the more acute, and I cry out, pulsing heavily.
“Cyn.”
“So hot, beauty,” he moans, pulling me against him and resting his head in my neck.
Confused, I stare over his shoulder with stars in my eyes because I`m pretty sure he didn’t orgasm, but maybe he didn’t want to. I don’t know, but it causes a pulse of uncertainty to ride through my chest, all of which flies out the window when Jig’s smirking face comes into view.
“Yo, lunch is over, bro. Which is good since I guess you’re not hungry,” Jig says with a leer.
“Fuck off,” Cyn snarls before dropping me to my feet.
Fighting the flush surely heating my cheeks ten thousand degrees, I try to step around Cyn, but he grabs my chin. “Meet me out front after school.”
Nodding because I’ll do anything to get out of this mortifying situation right this second, I escape to gym, where I meet up with my nemesis again. Jig grins when I emerge from the locker room, his bright blue eyes gleaming wildly against his matching hair.
“Hey, Little Bit, or should I call you Firecracker?” he asks with a teasing lilt.
“Shut it,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest with a huff. But my attitude only makes him smile wider, and I’m subjected to lewd conversation throughout the entire class as we run laps and practice ridiculous stuff like high jumps.
“I didn’t know you like an audience, LB. Let me know next time, and I’ll be glad to watch,” he says with a salacious wink.
“I don’t,” I whisper, mortified. “Wait, Cyn doesn’t, does he?”
“What watch? Or be watched?” he laughs heartily, only to sober when I look at him with wide horrified eyes. “Not with you, Rain.”
“Mr. Blackstone, perhaps you’d like to show us your skills?” The teacher says dryly, and Jig salutes the teacher mockingly before jogging away and leaving me to contemplate what that means.
