Beverly Hills Prep Academy The Complete Boxset : A Light Bully Romance

by Melissa Adams

  It was a steamy read and I used to day dream about meeting guys like hers, especially like Joel and Preston.

  And I admit that when I met Reece, Pryce, and Chaz, I thought that maybe ...

  Especially when we made that deal.

  Sure, it didn't sound romantic at all: they’d protect me from the nasty rumours and the taunting at school in exchange for sex.

  So rather than romantic knights in shiny armour like Clary’s boys, mine were more like a bunch of bullies, who wanted to punish me for something I didn't even do and use me for their own pleasure and amusement.

  But I said yes: because for some twisted, sick reason, I like them a lot.

  And Reece made it clear that I don't have to do anything I don't want or I don't feel ready for.

  So what if they don't love me like Clary's boys?

  That’s my problem not theirs.

  But I want them and they want me ... at least my body.

  I just need to guard my heart because I know that they'll move on once they're tired of playing with me.

  At least I know that this is only a game and I know the rules.

  I take Pryce's hand and look into his silver eyes.

  “Can I kiss you, sweets?”

  He drawls with his deep voice.

  And I feel my heart beating crazy fast in my chest, so fast that I can't even speak, so I just nod.

  Pryce's lips are as soft as I remember them.

  His kiss isn't less skilled than Chaz’s but it's different, less teasing, more direct.

  As soon as his lips touch mine, I feel his tongue demanding entrance and a rush of heat all over my body when he starts exploring my mouth with a heat that wasn't there the first time we kissed.

  He tastes fruity and fresh and I lose myself in his kiss, feeling my body react to it everywhere.

  My nipples harden in my bra and I feel this hot throb between my thighs, it's so intense that it's almost painful.

  When Pryce breaks the kiss, he smiles: his eyes dark and his lips swollen by the intensity of our kiss.

  “Yeah, I think our Abi here has learned all that there is to learn about kissing.”

  Reece nods and beckons me to go near him: I almost expect him to take out condoms again, like he did last week.

  And I also expect him to kiss me too but he takes my hand and he stares into my eyes for a second.

  “What's next?”

  I whisper and he smiles, entertained by my curiosity.

  “If you were any other girl, Abi, now I’d rip that school uniform off of you and fuck you until it's time to put it back on tomorrow morning ...

  His voice has a hint of roughness, as if he were trying really hard to rein himself in.

  “But you're quite new at this and the guys and I care about you, against our best interests. We were sick of drunken hookups anyway and after what's happened in the summer, we didn't wanna date. Then ...”

  “Then you made a deal with me. So you do wanna have sex with me?”

  Reece nods.

  “Yes. But not now. Not today.”

  I’m confused.

  “Why? What do you mean?”

  Reece lets my hand go and rakes his fingers through his golden blonde hair.

  “Abi I was your first kiss, wasn't I?”

  I blush, embarrassed.

  “You were.”

  “So, sex would be too much, too soon. You know, I might still be a bit mad at you but despite that ... you're the closest thing we have to a girlfriend. With a hookup, you just fuck her and whatever, you know? With a girlfriend ... we want it to be good for you too. So today ...”

  He pulls me closer: he’s still sitting on the couch and I'm standing between his thighs.

  “Take my tie off ...”

  He instructs me and I do it with trembling fingers.

  He unties the bow on my orange and grey Senior A-Class silk scarf.

  “Today, we’ll find out what feels good to you, Abi.”

  His lips begin trailing kisses down my neck and I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything more exciting in my whole life.

  All my nerve endings are on fire and Reece’s lips continue down to my collarbone, and my chest.

  He starts undoing the buttons of my shirt and he pulls me down to sit on his lap while his lips leave scorching hot kisses on every inch of my skin they touch.

  When my shirt is totally open and his lips have reached the swell of my breasts, they feel soft and the contact is gentle but deliberate.

  His fingers start playing with the front clasp of my white lacy bra and when he frees my breasts, his lips part in a satisfied smile.

  “Your tits are even more gorgeous that I thought they would be. Can I touch them?”

  I nod, once again I feel completely overwhelmed by the feelings that his kisses have caused.

  And the way he’s looking at me makes me feel beautiful and powerful, so right now, I’d do anything he asks of me.

  WHEN HIS FINGERS TEASE my already hard nipple, I can’t stifle a gasp: that feels so good!

  So good that my thighs clench in search of relief.

  Reece's lips go back up my neck and his soft voice is whispering in my ear, making my skin erupt into goosebumps where his warm breath feels like the softest of caresses.

  “You're so beautiful, Abi ...”

  His fingers keep teasing my nipples and it's a light touch but I feel it everywhere, so my reply to Reece is a desperate moan.

  I want...

  I don't even know what I want: is there anything more heavenly than this?

  Reece shifts me on his lap so that my back is to his front and his hands sneak under my skirt finding the material of my tights and dragging them down my hips and legs.

  All the while, his lips are placing light kisses on my neck and shoulders and my head is resting in the crook of his neck.

  If his kisses weren't already dizzying enough, his clean scent of cotton and peppermint is invading my senses and I’ve forgotten even my own name at this point.

  So when Reece calls for my attention, it takes me a second to register that he’s actually talking to me.

  “Abi, show me ...”

  I lift my head to look into those dark blue eyes and I ask him to repeat the question.

  “Show you what?”

  “How you like it, baby. What makes you feel good when you touch yourself?”

  It's funny how being half naked on Reece's lap didn't feel embarrassing at all but this new request makes redness spread all over my face and neck.

  “What? What? ... I don't know ...”

  Reece’s hands are on my hips, his fingers hooked under the soft lace of my panties, starting to drag them down but he stops at my confession.

  “What do you mean? You've never touched yourself?”

  My embarrassment deepens but I explain.

  “The nuns ...”

  “The nuns? What the fuck?”

  This time it is Chaz who voices his perplexity and I look at him and Pryce, sitting on the other couch with their eyes fixed on me and Reece.

  I feel Reece's hardness under my butt and I take notice of the fact that watching us has had the same effect on the other two boys.

  I sigh: if they didn't know that I’m weird before, this should definitely do it.

  I explain how I grew up at the school.

  “My mom’s always in rehab and my dad's too busy with work. Alex had a nanny until he moved in with Sam’s family. I was shipped to London at age six and since then, I came back home twice before school started. Once for Thanksgiving a few years ago, when Mom was out of rehab but it lasted for two days and when she relapsed, I was sent back. The second time was two years ago when Alex graduated from BHPA. And don't get me wrong, I thought about it ... it's just ... there was never any privacy at school and they told us that it was a sin. So every time I even thought about it ...”

  My voice fades away.

  I’m worried that they'll think that I’m a freak and chan
ge their mind about hanging out with me.

  I know they still don't believe me but I like being with them. When I’m with them I feel wanted and like I belong.

  Reece is the first one to speak.

  “I guess that we’ll find out together, uh? Because, Abi, today you're gonna come. Can we make you come?”

  My back is still resting on Reece's front and his question reverberates down my spine, making me shiver in anticipation.

  “Yes.”

  I agree and I know that this decision will change who I am and my relationship with these boys once and for all.

  As soon as he gets my consent, Reece calls out:

  “Chaz, Pryce ...”

  The other two boys approach us.

  Chaz sits on Reece's side, while Pryce kneels down in front of me.

  “Abi, if at any time you change your mind or what's happening doesn't feel right, we need you to tell us, ok?”

  When I nod my agreement, Pryce finishes sliding my panties down, past my knees and throws them on the floor.

  His silver eyes leave mine to look at my bare stomach and thighs.

  “I have to say: I’ve never liked Lissa very much but I’m grateful for her stupid ideas for once, like making you get a Brazilian wax. You look gorgeous, sweets.”

  He’s looking at my ...

  They’re all looking there now and I squirm a little, under those hot gazes.

  And then everything starts happening fast: I’m still wearing my shirt and bra, they're only open at the front.

  Chaz makes my shirt slowly slide off my arms and throws it on the floor next to my discarded panties.

  My bra follows immediately after.

  Pryce rolls my skirt up around my waist, so now I’m completely exposed to these three hot guys who like me and despise me at the same time.

  I don't know what I was expecting but when their mouths land on me at the same time, I gasp in surprise.

  Chaz is kissing my lips, his tongue swiping against mine, his teeth grazing my bottom lip.

  Reece’s mouth covers one of my nipples, licking it, sucking it and biting it lightly when I moan in Chaz's mouth.

  And then there's Pryce: the first thing I feel is his warm breath on the inside of my thighs as one of his fingers swipes on my centre, sending a wave of sensation up my spine.

  “Hmm, you're so wet ... I wanna taste you, sweet girl. Can I?”

  I break the kiss with Chaz for a brief moment, to nod at Pryce.

  He only needs my permission to lower his face and the first place his lips touch is my inner thigh.

  The kiss is as light as a feather but it causes another one of those deep shivers that travel all over my nerve endings, lighting me on fire.

  But nothing could prepare me for the feeling of Pryce’s lips on my centre.

  His first kiss is soft and close mouthed but I know it's the answer for the throbbing ache I now feel between my legs.

  When he flicks his tongue at the little bundle of nerves that’s responsible for most of the throbbing, it’s like the sweetest relief for a second followed by the most torturous need when his tongue leaves my skin.

  I arch my back to get close to his mouth again but that causes Reece’s lips to clamp down harder on my nipple and Chaz to bite my bottom lip, then starting to drag his soft lips up and down my neck.

  Pryce spies my reaction with a little satisfied smile and then he asks:

  “Does it feel good?”

  But he does so with his mouth on my throbbing flesh again and the sound and the warmth reverberate through me making me almost cry out.

  And that's all the encouragement Pryce needs to start working on me with loving dedication.

  He alternates flicks of his tongue with brushes of his lips and at first he doesn't apply a lot of pressure but as soon as my breathing speeds up, he starts flicking his tongue harder and his kiss becomes deeper, until he takes my soft flesh in his mouth and sucks on it delicately but firmly.

  When I think that one touch feels too good, that nothing could possibly ever feel any better, he proves me wrong by making me soar higher with his amazing mouth.

  All the while, Reece is lavishly kissing, touching and biting my breasts and Chaz is doing to my mouth what Pryce is doing between my legs.

  The feeling is out of this world, my body feels weightless, floating on this sea of feelings, erasing everything that is not these three boys and their mouths on me.

  And something is building up, because every time I think that nothing could feel better, their next touch somehow surpasses the previous one.

  Something odd happens: at first, I felt as if everything inside me was expanding, but after a particularly firm flick of Pryce’s tongue on the spot that feels amazing, every time he comes into contact with it, I feel everything starting to tighten and contract.

  It feels so good that it almost hurts and my world is reduced to those three points: my mouth, my breasts, my centre.

  Pryce sucks on me again and then licks me to soothe me, hitting that magic spot and I scream.

  I scream inside Chaz’s mouth and my body literally shatters, making me writhe against Pryce's lips, arching my back giving Reece better access.

  I don't know how long it lasts but when I finally stop twitching and screaming, the most pleasant tingle starts invading all my limbs.

  It's the strangest feeling of numb satisfaction and I feel happily exhausted.

  And this is where I need to guard my heart closely and carefully: after giving me that all-consuming pleasure ... they cuddle with me.

  Even Reece, who I’d have thought would walk away the moment he could get away with it.

  He has his blonde head on my chest, spreading lazy kisses on the swell of my breasts.

  Pryce’s head is on my lower belly and he’s looking up into my eyes while Chaz is stroking my hair with the gentlest touch ever and nuzzling the spot behind my ear.

  I also can't help but notice that both Chaz and Pryce are sporting really obvious hard-ons and for the life of me, I can’t fucking keep my eyes off them.

  I groan internally: thank God I’m not at boarding school anymore and I don't have to go to confession on Saturday!

  I just made out with three guys and I’m completely naked, if you don't count my school uniform skirt, all rolled up around my waist.

  I let one of them kiss me ... there!

  And I’m cursing in my head and I can’t stop looking at their dicks now. I decide that they deserve to feel the same way they made me feel.

  So I think if Father Ryan had heard all this, my penance would be scrubbing the church floor with a toothbrush whilst reciting Hail Marys the whole fucking time!

  I inhale to give myself some courage and I speak my mind.

  “Guys, what about you?”

  Reece's deep voice reverberates on me when he speaks.

  “What about us?”

  “I ... I mean you guys are ...?”

  Chaz grins.

  “Hard?”

  I nod.

  Pryce chuckles.

  “Of course we’re hard! You're so fucking hot, Abi! And what just happened was—”

  I interrupt him.

  “Fun. Very fun. For me, at least. But shouldn't I do something for you guys? To ... to say thank you?”

  I’m really embarrassed and I don't even know what I’m offering since Reece said that they weren't gonna ‘fuck me’ today. However if he’d changed his mind, I would probably let them.

  Reece laughs.

  “Well baby, you don't have to worry about me. You kinda took care of me already.”

  I sit up, still on his lap and twist around to look in the deep blue pools of his eyes.

  “How? I didn't even touch you.”

  The smile on his face becomes a little knowing smirk.

  “Once you started feeling really good, you began wriggling against my crotch. Between that and those sexy little sounds you kept making ... it was a lost battle. In fact, I think I need a
shower.”

  I feel myself blushing.

  Wow!

  I made him come too! That makes me oddly proud of myself.

  “Ok, you’re good. But what about Chaz and Pryce?”

  Pryce chuckles again.

  “Look, sweets, today it was all about you, ok? Chaz and I will calm down ... eventually. There’ll be countless occasions for you to learn what feels good to us. And I think I speak for my brothers too, it can also be one on one. At least at first. We haven't got laid in a few months after all that happened last spring and the trial ... so, we’ll enjoy times like this together, if you’re game but I’d like to have you in my arms, just the two of us. Get to know each other.”

  Chaz agrees too.

  “Well then, I don't know about you but I’m famished! Go get yourself one of Chaz's t-shirts, so you're comfier than in that school uniform and I’ll order us a pizza.”

  Reece claps Pryce on the shoulder.

  “Good thinking, dude! I could murder a pizza and some wings, maybe!”

  Chaz offers me his hand and guides me up the stairs, to his bedroom.

  Like the rest of his house, his bedroom is decorated in dark colours: mostly blacks and greys.

  The bed is huge: a California king.

  Chaz gives me a long, black t-shirt and then, after placing a soft kiss on my temple, leaves the room to give me a little privacy to clean up in the en suite bathroom and to change.

  10.

  Best Laid Plans

  Chaz

  THE EVENING PASSES between homework, slices of pizza and a movie.

  Abi admits that she hasn't seen a lot of the latest blockbusters because the nuns used to restrict what they were allowed to view.

  It sounds like her childhood wasn't a good one: she grew up without a family and never left that boarding school.

  I look at her, nestled in Pryce's arms, giggling at the comedy we decided on.

  I don't pay much attention to the movie, I just look at this blonde girl who's a real enigma for me.

  When I saw her for the first time, in my drunken stupor at Lissa’s party, I thought she was an angel.

  Especially when I stumbled and she caught me.

  Then at school we heard that rumour that we slept with her and saw that Facebook post.