Tease Me, Baby: A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance (Silver Creek High Book 2)

by Belladona Cunning

  “Mmm,” He kneads my breast harder, his movements jerkier. “Tighter.” He groans, guttural and raw, seducing, “Choke my fucking cock, sweetheart.”

  Tightening my grip, he slowly rocks into it. The velvety skin slides back and forth with ease. Asher pulls me toward him by my breast, his other hand tightening in my hair to the point of pain. And I’m lost. In him. In Ellis. In Quinn and his throat grunts and groans. In Callum with his growls of torment and the click of his tongue ring against his teeth as he bites down hard to keep from crying out.

  I want to touch all of them, not just Asher. I want to feel Ellis’ hard cock in my hands, Quinn’s in my mouth, and Callum’s in my pussy. Fuck, do I want that with everything inside me. But my pleasure is mounting. My climax is rising to the surface, and it’s going to be fast, hard, and quick. My body tingles in awareness, and I try to pull away from Ellis to prolong it, but he jerks me back toward his waiting tongue.

  “I’m not finished eating, baby,” Ellis growls, his grip on my hips tightening. I cry out when he takes my sensitive clit between his lips, twirling his tongue around it as he sucks. “Now be a good girl and come all over my face.”

  And then I’m gone. Slipping. Falling. Melting into a puddle of lust, desire, and euphoria.

  CHAPTER 17

  “Get out your books and turn to page two-hundred and five.” Mr. Bexley orders before any of us sit in our seats.

  I give him the side eye-resting bitch face. This little bastard has been like this ever since he started teaching last year. The tardy bell hasn’t even rang yet, so he shouldn’t be giving any of us orders. Grumpy old bastard.

  Huffing, I make my way to my seat. The feeling of someone brushing their hand against the small of my back elicits a shiver, forcing me to glance back over my shoulder. My cheeks tinge pink when my eyes stare into Asher’s. He has that trademark smirk twisting his lips, his bright blue eyes penetrate mine. His pink tongue dips out, licking along the top of his bottom lip before he takes it between his teeth with a suggestive look. My eyes follow the movement, entranced.

  Shit. Now I’m going to be thinking about the other night on Ellis’ couch; how they both touched me, cared for me, while the other two watched and pleasured themselves. Kind of like two perverts watching porn.

  I smile to myself. Well, if they’re perverts for doing it, what does that make me for watching? A fucking genius, that’s what.

  Even though I know how bad it is, I can’t stop feeling giddy about remembering his lips on mine, or how Ellis feasted on me until my throat was raw from crying out. I swear, if I had a heart it would be mush inside my chest. I know my stomach has been in knots all weekend and half the week; the good kind of knot that settles low in your stomach.

  There’s just something about them that cause butterflies to erupt inside my abdomen. With their flirty, little wings fluttering about, and I know I can’t feel that way; that I shouldn’t. My brain knows what has to be done, but it seems my body is still trying to play catch-up. To be frank, I hope the bitch never does. I’m actually content, more so than I’ve been in a very long time.

  “Can I see you after school?” Yes!!!

  How does one orgasm change so much? Yes, before we got down and dirty, they were taking care of me. They were paying special attention, which is something no other guy has cared to do in the past. So, I’m not going to dismiss them altogether, even though I know I should. If not for my conscious, then for my health.

  What confuses me the most, is the fact I don’t know if they were doing it because they knew what happened tonight, or if they just wanted to. But I can’t deny it felt nice being around them. I didn’t expect it, and I found myself wanting to spend more time with them when they dropped me back off at my house later that night.

  Would they consider me “too easy” if I gave in? Wasn’t the thrill of getting with me because of the chase? The challenges they had to go through to gain my attention. I don’t want my hormones to run the show here, because if I allow that to happen, bad things will transpire. I need to have a level head, no matter how crazy they make me.

  The thought saddens me, but it’s not like I can change it, right? Giving into them would only be the first step in my demise, wouldn’t it?

  But it could lead to so much more, I think to myself, mulling everything over.

  The rational part of my mind chooses that moment to butt in. “Um, I have things to do. Sorry.”

  His smile drops marginally. “Well, maybe another time then.” I nod as I watch him walk on past me. Turning toward me, he shoots me a broken smile, then claims his seat.

  Releasing a sigh, I make my way toward my seat just as the tardy bell rings overhead. I can’t resist glancing over at him, my stomach somersaulting when I see his brows furrowed and jaw clenched tight as he stares straight ahead. Would it be so bad to accept defeat and give myself over to them? They hurt me, yes, but they’ve also made me feel fantastic. Maybe, I should ask an outsider’s opinion. I know Karma’s never let me down before.

  Why is high school so fucking hard, man? I mean, some of this stuff is too heavy for people my age. We shouldn’t have to sift through our feelings. High school is all about experimenting; being free to do what you please, but in a safe environment.

  Maybe I shouldn’t let feelings impede on having fun. Sure, it can play a part in how someone acts, but it doesn’t have to be what motivates them. Damn, it’s all so confusing.

  Before I can think too hard on it, I take my phone out and type out a text.

  Me: Karm, we have a code red. I need help, bitch.

  Within seconds, she replies. Hopefully, I don’t get her in trouble, but this isn’t a matter that can wait. I need to get my head on straight, pushing all these doubts out of my mind. There’s no room for doubt.

  Karma: If this is about the guys … YES!

  I have to reread her text several times before it finally makes sense. Each time, it takes everything I have not to burst into laughter in the middle of class.

  Me: It is. I may not have told you everything that happened on Friday.

  Me: Don’t fucking kill me.

  Even after all these days, I still feel Asher’s lips against mine. I still feel his fingers expertly rolling and rubbing my nipples, his hands kneading my breasts. Feel his body molding itself against the front of me, coaxing me, teasing me into submission.

  Karma: I’m going to have to kill you. I can already feel it.

  Karma: Don’t hold out on me!

  Me: So … Ellis had a full meal that night and Asher took everything above.

  Me: Oh, and I kind of watched Cal and Quinn, you know, rub one out.

  Almost instantly, she replies. Karma: Oh. My. God. Please, tell me there’s more!

  There is no way she can be serious. I expected her to be a little interested in it, because, I mean, it’s the elite guys we’re talking about, but nothing like this. She seems too invested, too interested.

  Without thinking, my eyes drift over to the other side of the room. Asher sits slouched in his seat, barely paying attention to the teacher. Instead, his pen makes long strokes over the page in front of him, like he’s doodling or something. I crane my neck to see if I can make out what it is, but to no avail, he’s too far away.

  As if he’s in tune to my every move, his eyes flick up until he’s staring at me through his lashes. Thick, lustrous lashes that most woman pay hundreds of dollars to get. A small, genteel grin morphs his kiss-worthy lips. It’s not the self-assured smirk he turns toward girls. It’s a grin that seems to soften his otherwise harsh face. God, he’s so hot. When he sits back in his seat, resting his elbow on the edge of the desk and runs his finger over his lips, I shudder.

  Before I can stop myself, a shy smile spreads across my lips in return, cheeks flushing in remembrance. Then he winks, and damn do I swoon.

  Twisting back toward the front, I type back another message.

  Me: No details, bitch! I just need help.

  Karma:
Help with what? Sounds like you have everything under control.

  Karma: Or, should I say, they have you under control.

  A whisper soft groan filters through my lips.

  She’s supposed to help me with this, not remind me of what happened Friday night.

  Me: This is messed up, right? They bullied me, but now that sex is involved, I’m like a beaten puppy coming back for more.

  Karma: It sounds to me like that is a “you” problem, Jess. Since they found out the truth, none of them have been assholes to you. Maybe think about that before you decide against it.

  Karma: I’m all for you bumping uglies with the four-giant dick-a-teers. Might loosen you up.

  Me: Karma, this could end really badly.

  I frown hard at the screen as my fingers dance over the tempered glass.

  “Miss, Savoy.” My eyes snap up to the front of the class, seeing our teacher looking at me with a scathing glare. “Read the first three paragraphs on the next page.”

  My heart plummets to my stomach. If he thinks I was paying attention, I’m about to look like a fool. There’s no way I know where we’re at, because I honestly wasn’t following along. It’s then, I see the evil glint resting in his eyes. He has this smug look on his face, like he’s enjoying my discomfort. He’s such a douchebag.

  My eyes sweep the room, anxiety clawing in my gut. If I don’t find a way out of this, Mr. Bexley will take my phone, then he’ll tell Coach Rice what I was doing. I really don’t want to do bleacher laps, and if I don’t find some miracle that’s exactly what I’ll be doing.

  After several minutes of silence, his imposing voice echoes through the room, “Are you lost, Ms. Savoy? Maybe if you were …”

  I dismiss Mr. Bexley altogether, my gaze coming to rest on Asher. I see him jerking his chin down toward his hand, and when I follow the movement, a smile breaks out across my face. He has a number written in pen on the back of his hand. 213.

  “No need to get snippy, Mr. Bexley. I know exactly where we’re at.” My eyes flash back to his, and now it’s my turn to return his smug look.

  “Then, by all means.” He leans back on his desk, stewing in silence.

  It’s getting too easy to show my feelings toward Asher, and I don’t know if it’s because of Friday or how he’s been treating me. But the fact he took on those giant guys, like he was my personal knight in shabby combat boots, really hit home. Either way, whatever it may be, I feel myself softening toward him. Almost to the point where I see reason in Karma’s texts.

  Nodding, I read the passage, mollifying the asshole up front. I can tell when I’m finished that he never expected me to know where we’re at, but he’s too proud to call me out on it. So, instead, I shoot him another taunting grin and slouch down in my seat, which seems to fluster him more.

  Men like that just piss me off. They think they rule the world, yet they can barely contain teenage kids in a classroom setting. For all I care, he can fuck off. He’s been nothing but an asshole to me, anyway. And I did nothing to him except exist. I guess that’s all it takes to get the hate of someone these days.

  For several minutes, I keep eye contact with him. He stares at me, barely blinking, until another student draws his attention away. Capitalizing on his distraction, I remove my phone from between my legs and read Karma’s new text.

  Karma: But what if it ends good?

  Karma: Just think about it, Jess … It’s perfect!

  Me: Karm …

  Karma: Jess … you asked for this.

  My brows slant inward, confusion wracking my mind. I can’t decide if that’s a threat or …

  Karma: Pulling out my HBB card, bitch. You CANNOT get out of this!

  That. Sneaky. Little. Bitch.

  Anyone that knows Karma, and I understand what a “Hoes Before Bros” card is. Many times, over the last two years, we’ve pulled it on each other. Our friendship is tight, like a virgin on her wedding night, tight. If she pulls it, I do what she wants. If I pull it, Karma does what I want.

  We never say no.

  But right now, I feel like tossing my cookies and telling her to shove that HBB card up her vagina. It’s not even like she’s doing it for herself, anyway. She just wants me to get on with my life, forgive and forget, then fuck one or all of them at the same time. Trust me, I know how her dirty mind works.

  Me: You piss me off.

  Karma: Better than being pissed on, lover. And you don’t have to like someone to fuck them.

  Before I can read the first message, another text buzzes through. My mouth threatens to unhinge. Complete and utter disbelief encompass me.

  Karma: For your information, you pulled an HBB on me last year at Hoodlum’s party. You know, before he moved away. I’ve just been biding my time for the right moment to use it on you again.

  Did I?

  Honestly, I can’t remember that night, much less how I ended up at the foot of Hoodlum’s bed with a pair of men’s boxers on my head like a cap.

  They were clean, so don’t skive out on me just yet.

  I try to think, but everything from that night comes in muddled, jagged frames. I remember us getting there. Remember Karma sidling up next to Hoodlum. I even remember them sharing a little closed mouth kiss with each other. But, for the life of me, I can’t remember anything after that. It’s all a fog. I got entirely to drunk and stoned that night.

  Wait, a minute … I nearly growl under my breath when it all starts coming back to me.

  Now that I think about it, I do remember. But shit, she liked him. She was just too shy, or scared, to go through with it. I was only helping a sister out. Now she’s throwing me to the wolves.

  Me: You liked, Hoodlum!

  Her reply comes through before I can even take a deep breath to relax the furious pace of my heart.

  Karma: You like them, too, Jess. You’re just scared. You wanted some help, so here it is.

  Terrified more like it, and I don’t scare easily. Except if it’s a scary movie and all the lights in the house go off at the same time. Then, I turn into a big titty baby.

  Me: Why are you not against this?

  Karma: Because I’m your best friend, Jess. I know you. I know what you want.

  You know, that first day I met Karma, I should have walked the other way. Instead of busting each other in the face, we should have called a truce and left it at that. Now, the bitch owns me, and I can’t even be mad. She’s my best friend, and there’s a sliver of truth in her words.

  They aren’t bad. They just did bad things. And ever since that night, they haven’t tried to bully me. In fact, they’ve put all their effort into stopping it. The texts, fights—and there was even that time I stumbled upon them in the parking lot and Callum was unleashing Hell on a kid from Beaumont high. Apparently, it’s gotten all the way to our rival school a town over. But instead of stopping it, they wanted to start anew, because they absolutely hate anything to do with the four guys that surround me.

  I quickly glance back toward Asher, seeing him watching me. I feel the blistering heat leech from his gaze, bleeding life into my cheeks. I squirm in my seat, his gaze suddenly making me feel achy and unfilled. It comes completely out of nowhere, making me almost breathless.

  Being near Asher, even from this far away, is like foreplay.

  I know his particular brand of poison, but still, there’s just something about him that’s so very, very alluring. I feel myself falling, and this time, I’m actually terrified about where I will end up.

  CHAPTER 18

  “You’re getting eye-fucked hard,” Karma comments jokingly.

  If only she knew how much I want that “eye-fuck” to turn into an actual “fuck,” she wouldn’t be joking with me about it. And I do, holy shit, do I ever. Even with us being at school, I can’t stop thoughts from running rampant in my mind. Thoughts of one or all the guys hiding me away in some storage closet and having their filthy way with me.

  Then again, she may condone it.

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nbsp; “Doesn’t matter,” I reply with a note of nonchalance in my tone.

  “How can you say it doesn’t matter?” She gawks at me. “Those queen bitches are ripping you to shreds with their eyes, all because you’re the center of their attention.” The guys are sitting at their old table today. I can’t understand why I feel a bubble of anger over that, but I do.

  I shrug a shoulder, taking a bite of my chicken salad. With my mouth full, and a head full of thoughts, I don’t reply.

  I know they’re staring at me. They have been all day. The only thing I’m waiting on is the moment they bring up what happened Friday night at Ellis’ house, because they will. None of them seem like the type to “forget” anything that happens. That seems to be one thing we have in common.

  “Jess,” Karma says, garnering my attention. “I know they did some fucked up shit to you, but what you all did Friday won’t be something you can sweep under the rug. They want more. Everyone can practically smell the sexual tension wafting off you all.”

  “It was a mistake,” I finally say, the lie tasting sour on my tongue.

  She sighs. “You can’t stay mad forever. That will just make you even more cynical and cold-hearted than you are toward guys now.” She has a point, but still, I can’t seem to let the past stay in the past. “Forgive them, even if you’re forgiving them for yourself. You’ll be so much happier.”

  Will I, though? It was easier to look past all they did on Friday night, because they were my way out of that situation between Debra and my father. A situation, I have yet to utter a word about to Karma.

  It just sucks that the object of my rage has to be four guys that make my heart beat faster than any other man I’ve ever been with. The four guys that make me wetter, needier.