Cruel Games: A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance (Knights of Templar Academy Book 1)

by Sofia Daniel

  I took my time unbuckling his belt. Not that I was planning to seduce him, but it was obvious he’d never gotten very far with any girls. I couldn’t fathom why. He was bloody gorgeous.

  “Have you gone this far with anyone before?” I asked even though already knowing the answer.

  He shook his head. “A few chaste kisses.”

  “Have you ever wanted to?”

  “‘Lead us not into temptation’ and all that.” He chuckled.

  Taking that answer for a yes, I unbuckled his belt, slid the button of his pants out of its hole, and pulled his zipper all the way down. “If you’ve spent most Sundays listening to Father Neapolitan, I’m surprised you haven’t given up on women.”

  “He’s a judgmental fool.”

  Barking out a laugh, I snapped my gaze up to his. “Bitter, too.”

  Kendrick unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them down my legs. His eyes widened at the sight of my lace panties. “You’re—”

  “Do you like them?” I stepped out of my jeans and gave him a twirl.

  Two large hands landed on my ass, and his lips clamped on my neck. “I love everything about you.”

  The press of his lips against my sensitive flesh made desire skitter down my spine. Heat gathered between my legs, and I squeezed them together. Kendrick’s hands slid around my front. One stroked my belly, and the other cupped my breast.

  His heavy breaths filled my ears, and my own breaths came in heavy pants. He explored my body with deliberate slowness, never slipping his fingers under my lingerie, not even when I gave him encouraging moans.

  Two of his fingers slipped between my legs, and my breaths shallowed. I needed them parting my wet folds, caressing my clit, and sliding into my core. But Kendrick was too much of a gentleman to venture under my panties, and I wasn’t about to push a virgin beyond his limits.

  “Can I take off your bra?” he whispered.

  “Only if you take off your boxers.”

  He chuckled. “That hardly seems fair.”

  “Maybe you’re right.” I folded my arms around my back and unhooked my bra.

  Kendrick slid the fabric off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Rubbing his hardness against my ass-cheeks, he massaged my breasts with soft strokes. “You feel so good.”

  “Try putting them in your mouth,” I murmured.

  He turned me around and stared into my eyes. His pupils were blown, and his irises narrowed into tiny rings of gray. Without a word, he engulfed my nipple in his hot mouth.

  My knees trembled, and I held onto his strong shoulders for support. Kendrick licked and sucked my nipple as though I might tell him to stop. No, fucking way. Tonight, I’d go along with whatever he wanted, and I wouldn’t even try to push for more.

  A moment later, he paused and glanced at a spot on my noticeboard. My stomach dropped. Had I pushed him too far?

  I took hold of his large hand and gave it a hard squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

  His gaze darted to me and back to the noticeboard. “I’m not sure how to ask.”

  “After coming to my rescue tonight, you can ask me for anything.”

  He swallowed. “I…” His gaze turned to a spot on the bed before fixing on my eyes. “I’d like to further what we’re doing.”

  I didn’t ask him if he was sure. A culmination of three months without sex and a bunch of frustrating encounters with Orlando and Maxwell had pushed me to the point where I needed a fuck more than food or water.

  Pressing a kiss on Kendrick’s hot neck, I reached into his boxers, wrapped my hand around his thick erection, and let the garment drop to the floor. He threw his head back and moaned, the sound going straight between my legs.

  “Lilah,” Kendrick said between panting breaths. “If you keep touching me like that—”

  “Shhh.” With a palm pressed firmly against his chest, I walked him back toward the mattress and pushed him down to sit. For such a big, muscular guy, he was surprisingly pliant.

  Kendrick stared up at me through wide eyes. Rapid breaths rushed through his parted lips, and his broad chest expanded and contracted as he breathed. Fuck, he was just like Maxwell but without the tattoos and piercings. Like Maxwell but without the arrogant swagger and the double-dealing.

  Running my hands over his shoulders, I murmured, “I want you so much.”

  “Really?” he whispered.

  I dropped down on my knees and settled between his legs, my gaze fixed on his gorgeous, thick erection. Precum gathered on its slit, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips.

  “Lilah.” His gray eyes rounded. “You’re not going to—”

  With a flick of my tongue, I swiped off the glistening liquid. Kendrick’s hands tightened around my shoulders, and he hissed. “Oh, my!”

  The exclamation brought a smile to my lips, and I opened my mouth and sucked on his cock-head. Kendrick let out a long, sexy groan that made my nipples tighten.

  “Lilah!”

  I didn’t let him finish his sentence. Wrapping my hand around the base of his erection, I lowered my head over his shaft and took him in as far as the back of my throat and swallowed. I pulled away, enjoying the slide of his huge dick over my tongue, and gave him a bit of suction.

  Kendrick moaned and panted throughout the blow job, the hand on my shoulder tightening whenever my tongue swiped the underside of his dick, or I gave him an extra long suck. The low sounds of his pleasure tightened my nipples and made wetness gather between my folds.

  I continued worshipping that gorgeous length, drawing out his pleasured moans. Kendrick deserved it after how hard he had fought to save me from the gangsters’ clutches. He lasted longer than I had imagined, but that didn’t matter because it was so much fun to explore what made him groan loudest.

  After a while, he clamped his hands around my shoulders and gave me a gentle shake. “If you continue like that, I’ll spend.”

  A laugh bubbled up in the back of my throat. Even his dirty talk was polite. Speeding up my movements, I pumped my fist up and down his base while I lashed my tongue around his cock-head.

  “Lilah, I’m—”

  With a low, sexy moan, he spurted streams of warm, bitter fluid on my tongue. Looking into his glazed eyes, I let his cum gather at the back of my throat before I swallowed.

  He leaned back, breathing hard. “That was fantastic. May I return the favor?”

  “You won’t need to ask me twice.” I placed my hands on his muscled thighs and stood.

  Kendrick’s gaze roved over my breasts, down my belly, and settled on my panties. He slipped his fingers under the lace and glanced up at me, his brows raised in permission.

  Maxwell probably would have torn them off with his teeth. I gave myself a mental slap for making comparisons.

  “Take ’em off,” I whispered.

  He pulled down my panties, careful to keep the delicate fabric intact, and held me as I stepped out from the puddle of lace.

  As he laid me on the bed and parted my thighs, he said, “Bloody hell, you’re absolutely gorgeous!”

  I suppressed a smile. No one had ever complimented me on what was between my legs.

  Kendrick’s hands slid down the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me moan with anticipation. He lowered his head between my legs and kissed my pussy.

  Sparks of pleasure exploded through my core, and I let out a squeak.

  He raised his head. “Was that alright?”

  “More.” I raised my hips, silently telling him to get back to work.

  Kendrick slid the tip of his tongue up my slit, sending increasingly pleasurable ripples down my thighs. When he reached my core, I clamped my legs around his head.

  “That’s it.” The words came out a panting whisper. “Keep going.”

  He licked and sucked and swirled his tongue. It was clumsy at first, but with the right encouragement, he built up a rhythm that had me curling my toes. I relaxed my thighs, giving him room to breathe, and he wrapped my legs around his neck, so I
rested my heels on his back.

  “Oh, fuck,” I murmured. “You’re so good at this.”

  Kendrick muttered something unintelligible, but the vibrations of his words sent an extra ripple of pleasure to my core, which clenched and spasmed, hungry for his cock.

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Stick your fingers inside me.”

  “Are you sure?” he said from between my legs.

  “Please,” I growled through clenched teeth.

  He slipped a thick finger into my pussy, but it wasn’t enough. When I demanded two, he obliged. My muscles clamped around his thick digits, and he pumped them in and out of me, generating lightning bolts of pleasure through my core, but I still needed more.

  Kendrick kept me suspended in a torrent of his busy fingers and tongue, making me bite down hard on my lip and convulse with pleasure. I couldn’t tell if it was because of our hair-raising adventure, my newfound trust in Kendrick, or the fact that I hadn’t been fucked in ages, but this was turning out to be the best sexual experience of my life.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasped out.

  “Mmmm.” Kendrick continued to pleasure me with his relentless tongue.

  Without warning, every ounce of pleasure he had given me surged through my body in a massive wave. The muscles of my core clamped hard around his fingers, and my knees drew up around his head, holding him in place.

  When another wave of ecstasy ripped through my insides, a scream tore from my lips. Kendrick continued licking at a slower pace, drawing out the orgasm until I collapsed on the mattress, a shattered mess.

  He drew back and pressed a kiss on the inside of my thighs. “Was that alright?”

  “Was that al—” I had to laugh. It was unbelievable.

  He scrambled on top of me, his brows furrowed. “If I did it wrong—”

  “It was perfect.” I raised my head off the bed and pressed a kiss on his lips. “The best I’ve ever had.”

  “You’re joking.” Pride shone in his eyes.

  I shook my head and pulled him down for a kiss. “If you continue like that, I’m going to become addicted.”

  He chuckled. “I’d better do it again.”

  “Oh, no, you don’t.” I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his erection. “Get on your back. I want to give you a long, hard ride.”

  Chapter 28

  Kendrick’s eyes widened. “Are you sure? We don’t have to—”

  “Sorry.” I frowned, suddenly feeling like a cow for pushing my luck with Kendrick. “I know you’re saving yourself for marriage, and—”

  “Not anymore.” He lay on his back. “Tonight’s taught me the benefit of living for the moment.”

  “Good.” I straddled his hips and ran my hands over those gorgeously tight abs. His erection stretched all the way up to his belly button and was already streaming with precum. As much as I wanted to lap up that fluid, I hungered to be filled.

  I pulled a condom from the bedside table and tore its wrapper with my teeth. Gripping Kendrick by the base, I rolled the latex over his thick cock-head and marveled at its size.

  I couldn’t say I had a photographic memory, but he looked slightly bigger than his twin. Maybe it was the lack of black tattoos on his length.

  “How are we going to do this?” Kendrick’s voice was a little tight. I assumed it was nerves because this was his first time.

  “Me on top,” I replied. “Then we can swap when you get the hang of things.”

  I raised myself up on my hips and guided his dick to my opening. The stretch made my eyes bulge, and I drew in a sharp breath through my teeth. When I’d mentioned riding him hard, I hadn’t predicted he would fill me so completely.

  “Are you alright?” He ran a hand up my belly and swiped a thumb over my nipple.

  My cheeks filled with air, and I blew out a long breath. My muscles expanded around his girth, trying to adjust. “A-ah, you’re so fucking big!”

  His face split into a grin. “Really?

  “Oh, fuck.” I slipped further down his huge dick, the movement causing every nerve ending to scream with delight. The hands resting on his pecs grew damp, and my arms trembled. I felt on the verge of orgasm, and he was only halfway in.

  “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked.

  “Just getting settled,” I said with a pleasant shudder.

  “Take your time.” One of his hands stroked my thigh. “I love watching you like this.”

  Heat warmed my cheeks as I engulfed him to the hilt. Right now, it felt like I was the virgin. The virgin to unholy-sized dicks. Kendrick kneaded my breasts, his gentle encouragement making me rock back and forth. My clit was so swollen, it ground against his pubic bone, making my core muscles flutter around his thick length.

  Sweat beaded on my brow, and I took several ragged breaths, feeling like the girl who bit off more than she could chew.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  I curled the pads of my fingers into his hard chest, getting myself some leverage for the cock-ride of my life.

  He gave me a sharp nod.

  Shifting my weight onto my arms, I raised my hips and slid up his length. Kendrick clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, looking like I was strangling the life out of his dick. Just as his bulbous cock-head stretched my opening, I lowered myself back onto his pelvis.

  It was like setting off a pleasure grenade. Shards of sensation sped down my thighs, up my core and down my nerve endings. I cried out with the intensity of it all. This was already turning out to be the mother of all shags.

  “Oh!” he moaned. “Lilah.”

  The next time I rose, it was gingerly, knowing that the pleasure would be intense. I rocked against his length at an easier pace, staring into his wide, gray eyes.

  “I wanted you from the moment I first saw you in the hallway.” His large hands wrapped around my hips. “You’re so beautiful.”

  I continued riding that thick, hard cock, reveling in the way it filled and stretched my core. By now, it wasn’t so much of a shock, but the sensations he gave me were terrific. We continued at this pace for several minutes, with Kendrick babbling about how much he’d fantasized about doing this to me.

  His words made my head spin and wrapped my heart in a cocoon of warmth. No one, not even Sammy, had ever said such nice things, and the best part was that Kendrick knew my worst secrets yet still accepted me.

  “I never want this moment to stop,” he murmured. “You’re incredible. Everything I’ve dreamed of in a girl.”

  “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” I said back.

  After several moments of fucking and exchanging compliments, Kendrick’s hands clamped around my hips, and he thrust against me, hitting a spot that sent sparks of pleasure through my core.

  “Ah!” I cried out.

  His eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”

  “Do it again!”

  Holding my hips in place, he thrust upward, hitting that spot over and over, pumping me with the most intense sensations until my eyes crossed, and I flopped onto his chest, drunk with pleasure.

  “Like this?” he growled.

  I cried out, squeezed my eyes shut, and blocked everything else but the pressure building around my core.

  Stars burst in the blackness of my mind. My limbs trembled with the force of his thrusts, and I lay on his chest, helpless to do anything else but gasp and cry out. Kendrick’s huge dick pushed me over an edge, and my entire body exploded.

  “Fuck!”

  The muscles of my core spasmed around his dick, which slid in and out of me as I orgasmed. I clung to him, shuddering out my pleasure on his hard chest and he built up to his own climax. Moments later, he stiffened and several low moans filled my ears.

  “That was…” he blew out a long breath and rubbed circles on the small of my back with his large palm.

  “Yeah.”

  I totally understood what he meant. Words couldn’t begin to describe what we’d just shared. Sex between Sammy and me had
always been great but never mind-blowing. I guess doing it with the right person made the difference.

  He pinched the base of his softening prick and gave me a gentle pat on the back, my cue to get off so he could pull off the condom. After tying a knot in it, he rolled off the bed and threw it in the bin under my desk.

  Someone’s phone buzzed. He reached down to the floor and pulled on his boxers.

  My brows drew together. “Where are you going?”

  Kendrick picked up his pants. “To get us a drink.”

  Faint sounds of barking edged onto the periphery of my hearing. I bolted upright and held out a hand. “Wait.”

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Can you hear dogs?”

  He tilted his head to the side. “No.” As the sound of barking got closer, his shoulders relaxed. “It’s probably the kennel master taking the bloodhounds out for a walk.”

  Dread skittered down my spine and settled into the lining of my stomach. “I’ve never heard them from my room.”

  He slipped on his pants and pulled up the zipper. “They’re in the main building. I’ll go out and check.”

  “No!” I waved my arm. “Lock the door.”

  Kendrick walked to the door and twisted the lock. He turned back to me and sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you alright?”

  The sound of barking filled my ears and set my teeth on edge. Multiple claws clicked at the door, making my stomach want to expel its contents.

  I tried to push away memories of being dangled over barking, snarling dogs, but there were so many, all I could do was curl up into a ball and hide.

  THUD!

  “Delilah Hancock, open the door!” barked a male voice.

  Every ounce of blood drained from my face. He was here. And he’d brought the dogs to Scotland. Terror wrapped its claws around my neck and trapped my air.

  “What’s going on?” Kendrick shouted.

  THUD!

  Through the panic, I thought I heard a battering ram.

  “Open the door!” the voice shouted.

  “Lilah?”

  My head snapped up. If I didn’t climb out of the window, the dogs would kill me.

  THUD!!

  Before I could escape, the door flew open, and a horde of German Shepherds raced in the room. Shadowy figures followed behind them, but my eyes were on the giant dogs. One of them jumped on the bed, pinning me to the mattress with its front paws.