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

by Melissa Adams

  I must've been staring for a while because she lifts her head, locking her eyes with mine for a long moment.

  That's another thing: Aubrey is absolutely beautiful and sexy, she has gorgeous tits and her legs and ass are a fucking dream.

  She isn't super skinny like my sister but I’ve never been into skinny girls.

  However the thing that I love the most about her are her eyes. They're this deep blue and they make me think of an ocean, always changing shade according to her emotions: they range from a serene, intense blue to a dark, stormy one.

  When they shine with laughter and amusement, they become like two intense sapphires.

  I’d just be happy to look at her like this forever, if she weren't so fucking hot.

  “I don't know what I’m getting wrong in this exercise. Since you're finished with yours, do you mind helping me?”

  I scoot closer to her until our knees and arms are touching, and I can see her book and notepad just fine but I crane my neck a little bit so that the sides of our faces touch.

  The first thing that I notice is her scent: she smells of strawberries and something delicately floral, that prevents that scent from being sickly sweet.

  “It’s here. See? You forgot that x was square and that threw off the whole equation.”

  I cover her hand with mine and guide her pencil to do the correction I just suggested.

  She turns to look at me with a small, amused smile on her luscious lips, our noses are almost touching.

  “Thank you. But you know I didn't need help writing, right?”

  I mirror her smile and come clean.

  “Yeah. I just thought it was a perfect excuse to touch you.”

  She becomes suddenly serious.

  “Do you think that you need an excuse to touch me, Knox?”

  “Don't I?”

  She smiles again but this time it’s more of a sweet smile.

  “No. I like it when you hold my hand and when you find little ways to brush against me.”

  I become more daring.

  “What about kissing you? Do I need an excuse for that?”

  She shakes her head, her eyes slipping briefly down to my lips.

  “No. And I’ve been wondering why you haven't kissed me yet today.”

  “I’ve been wanting to this whole time, but you seemed upset, so I wanted to make you feel better.”

  “A kiss from you would definitely make me feel better, Knox.”

  So I close the distance between us, brushing her lips with mine, lightly at first but as soon as she inches closer, I take her bottom lip between mine, tasting it until she opens her mouth to my kiss.

  She still tastes vaguely like the cupcakes we ate earlier and our kiss begins as a soft and sweet endeavour but as soon as my tongue touches hers, I find it impossible to rein myself in any longer.

  Our kiss becomes something entirely different, hot, consuming, spreading our burning desire all over our bodies like wildfire.

  I love the way she kisses, with total abandon, not completely giving in to me but not fighting me either.

  We share control of this kiss and we revel in giving each other pleasure in this hot tangle of tongues, lips and teeth.

  Because my sweet Aubrey likes to bite me softly when the kiss becomes too hot: it’s a way of slowing down but also to show me how she wants more.

  So far I’ve always kept my hands on her waist every time we’ve kissed but we’ve never been alone, in an empty house and she’d never told me before that she wanted me to kiss her and touch her, so I skim my hand up, by the side of her breast.

  It's a light and fleeting touch at first, to test the waters and see if that's going too far but she emits a soft moan and pushes her chest closer to me, leaning into my touch.

  So I cup her full, soft breast and massage it over the thin fabric of the shirt of our school uniform.

  She shifts and crawls on my lap, never breaking the kiss, hugging me closer and feeling the really short hair at the nape of my neck with her delicate touch.

  My lips leave hers to begin peppering hot kisses down her neck after I untie her silk scarf and I trail down to her chest, wherever her shirt leaves her skin exposed.

  I slowly begin to unfasten the first button of her shirt, waiting for her reaction, to see if she wants me to stop, but she undoes my tie and throws it on the floor.

  So we begin undressing each other slowly, one garment at a time.

  I’d stop if she wanted me to but I'm getting rock hard and God knows I hope that she won't stop me.

  My lips cover every inch of skin that's no longer covered and when my fingers reach the button at the back of her skirt and undo it, she starts fumbling with the buckle of my belt.

  When I lower the zipper of her skirt, she stands up to allow her skirt to slide off her hips.

  I do the same to get rid of my pants, my lips still kissing her neck.

  I can't stop kissing her, I’m too afraid that if I do, this spell will be broken and she’ll come to her senses and tell me to stop.

  But Aubrey seems to be happy to continue our mutual exploration, because once we’re both in only our underwear, she kisses me on the lips again, hugging herself tighter to me.

  She must feel how hard I am but that doesn't slow her down, instead she lifts one of her legs, curling it up toward my hip, so that our crotches come into contact.

  That makes me abandon every attempt to go slowly and I lift her up in my arms, walking towards the huge leather couch in the living room.

  This is when she breaks the kiss and shakes her head but it isn't to tell me to stop, that we’ve gone too far.

  “Upstairs. My bedroom.”

  I follow her directions, still placing random kisses along her jaw and neck and once we enter her bedroom, I place her on her huge four poster bed.

  Aubrey

  KNOX PLACES ME ON MY bed and then kneels next to me, taking my lips again in a passionate, demanding kiss.

  I hug his neck and drag him down until his chest is touching mine and his clean and spicy scent surrounds me.

  He smells so good and his toned, muscled skin is so smooth and soft that I love the contact of it against my own.

  I’ve never seen him shirtless before and I marvel at his perfectly sculpted chest and abs and at the intricate, black tattoo that covers his left shoulder and descends just past his elbow.

  It's the only one he has, at least that I can see, and I trace it with my fingers while he kisses the swell of my breasts, still clad with my white lace bra.

  I can feel his excitement against my hip as he’s laying down on me only partially and I know I want him so much that it hurts.

  I feel this sweet, dull ache between my thighs and I’m wet and throbbing.

  But what do I want?

  How far do I wanna go?

  In the past few weeks Knox and I have hung out often, and I got to know him past the sullen and slightly dangerous aura that he shows everyone at school.

  He’s a smart, witty guy.

  He’s gentle with me and chivalrous, so far he’s been always a real gentleman.

  When we’ve been out, we talked, flirted and made out but he never pushed me to do anything more than kiss, so much so that despite the fact that I definitely felt a spark there, I was wondering if Knox felt the same way about me.

  He’s kissing and biting the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder and his hands are cupping my breasts.

  He pinches one of my already hard nipples through the thin lace of my bra and I gasp, instinctively arching my back and seeking more skin to skin contact.

  “This ok?”

  He asks as he places his hand on the front clasp of my bra and I nod, eager to feel the skin of his chest touch mine.

  But Knox has a different intention and he takes one of my nipples in his mouth.

  At first I feel his tongue lick around the erect peak and when I moan my approval, he bites it softly, making me scream in surprise.

  He lif
ts his stormy grey eyes to look into mine, without moving his mouth but sucking soothingly where he just bit me.

  “It feels good ...”

  That's all I say, to let him know that I love what he's doing to me and I don't want him to stop.

  But a part of me is starting to wonder if I want him to stop at some point or if I’m ready to go all the way.

  Teague seemed to have made that decision for both of us a couple of days ago, now it might be entirely up to me.

  I was in love with Devon when I decided to have sex with him, for as crazy as it might sound, since we’d known each other for just two weeks.

  But this is the thing with summer flings, they're intense, romantic and I let my hormones guide my heart.

  I know that I could easily fall for Knox, he's incredibly handsome, sexy in a quiet and slightly brooding way and I’m also attracted to his intelligence and to his gentle side, that he likes to keep hidden from others, especially at school.

  Knox’s lips have since left my breasts to travel down my ribs and to my stomach and are now leaving light but scorching hot kisses right at the edge of my panties.

  Whatever happens between us today, I won't make the mistake I made with Devon: I know my experience with him was less than pleasurable but I also know that it's not just Devon’s fault.

  I should've told him that it was my first time and maybe, just maybe, he’d have acted differently.

  Not that the way he's been since I saw him again at school is any indication that he's the sweet type, but I want to believe that the romantic and gentle way he had with me right before that night on the beach, was the real him.

  Not this callous, vicious bully that goes to school with me.

  I let Knox remove my panties, and as his lips begin trailing down on my lower belly, I look into his eyes again.

  It's something in the way he's looking at me that makes me decide that I want him.

  That I want to feel him inside of me.

  “Knox ...”

  I whisper it when he starts tracing the smooth skin of my centre with gentle fingers and he stops.

  “If you want to stop ...”

  “No. I don't want you to stop. But I have to tell you that I’m still quite new at this.”

  He’s about to say something and I know he’ll probably back out of this, so I tell him the truth.

  “With new, I mean that I’ve done it just once before. And honestly it wasn't great. But Knox, I like you. A lot. And I want you, if you want me.”

  I feel heat rush to my cheeks as I open my heart like this to him: what I just told him, lets him in more than just letting him between my legs and inside my body.

  Because it lets him into my heart and gives him the chance to hurt me, if he turns me down.

  He scoots back up, and he kisses me with a gentle passion and an abandon that I’ve never felt before.

  “I like you too, Aubrey. Way more than I’ve ever liked any other girl. And I want you so much right now, that I feel like I could explode if I don't get to be inside of you. But I need to know if you're sure. If you need more time, I—”

  “No. I want you too.”

  “I have condoms downstairs, in my wallet.”

  I open the drawer in my nightstand and pass him a single condom.

  I admit that I bought some after I was with Teague, thinking that I might be with him again.

  Or with Knox.

  They both know that I’m seeing them both, or at least I was until earlier on.

  Knox takes the little square of foil and places it next to him on the mattress.

  He scoots back down and starts kissing the sensitive skin of my lower belly again, descending all the way down to my centre.

  While Teague did a lot of teasing, Knox grabs my hips and starts kissing the spot that made me feel so fucking good when Teague finally found it.

  He seems to know exactly what to do, how much pressure to apply and how to lick and suck at that sensitive bundle of nerves.

  He quickly brings me right on the edge of a very powerful orgasm and as I start to feel myself drift away, he whispers against my skin.

  “Let go, sweet girl.”

  Knox

  SHE TASTES SO FUCKING good!

  And her sexy blue eyes are fixed onto mine when she comes, writhing under my tongue.

  I love this bold side of her, it turns me on so damn much!

  I keep my mouth on her until she stops moving and her breathing calms down and then I move up to whisper in her ear.

  “That was so hot, pretty girl. And I want you so much that it hurts but only if you're sure. If you wanna stop, I swear I’m not gonna be mad at you.”

  I’m trying to treat her right, not to reject her, and I hope she understands that.

  “I’m sure, Knox.”

  I take her lips in a desperate kiss while I grab the condom by my side and roll it on my hard shaft.

  Who said a guy can't multitask?

  Once I’m ready, I position myself between her thighs and cupping her cheek, I say against her lips:

  “Just tell me if I’m too rough, ok?”

  I know I’m big. I’ve seen enough of my friends in the locker room and one can't help but compare.

  However I found out that when you're having sex, big isn't always great, especially if the girl isn't very experienced.

  So as I push myself inside her soft, wet heat, I make sure to do it slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size.

  I don't find any resistance and I stop for a moment as I'm completely sheathed inside of her.

  There's something incredibly exciting about looking into a girl’s eyes when you're inside her, it feels like the most intimate thing two people can do.

  And while before I’ve never really stopped to appreciate it, this time I look into the depths of those blue eyes and notice that she has little white flecks around her pupils and the blue is so dark and intense from this close.

  “You ok?”

  She smiles and that's my cue to start moving and I retreat to then thrust back inside of her.

  She gasps but it sounds like a good gasp, so I do it again, and again.

  She hugs me tighter, her breathing rate hitching up and I pick up a slightly faster rhythm and begin to go as deep as her body allows in this position.

  “Knox ...”

  “Hmm?”

  I’m so lost in her that I find it hard to utter anything coherent.

  “It feels good. More ...”

  I take one of her thighs and lift it slightly, allowing me to go deeper and this time she moans, pushing her hips closer to me, matching my movements as we find our own pace together.

  The room is filled with our scent, with the sound of our soft moans.

  I could switch position and last longer, but I feel her tighten around me and I know that she isn't far behind me, when her inner walls begin to contract and squeeze me in the hottest embrace I’ve ever felt.

  “You're so fucking tight, so fucking hot ...”

  “Knox, don't stop, please.”

  And I don't stop until she spasms around my hardness, causing me to follow her with my own release.

  I shift around, to cradle her in my arms, still enjoying the feeling of her naked skin against mine.

  “How are you, pretty girl?”

  I check and she rewards me with a radiant smile and a sweet kiss.

  “Knox, that was so good. Thank you.”

  I admit that being thanked after fucking someone is a first, so I must look taken aback and Aubrey explains.

  “My first time wasn't very good. It was just painful and it didn't last very long. Which I guess was good, since it hurt so damn much. And I admit that I was a little hesitant to do it again but this was ... wow!”

  I can't help but feel proud of myself for having given Aubrey a good time, so I squeeze her tighter against me and smile cockily.

  “It was great for me too, pretty girl. You're fucking hot and you have the prettiest pussy I’v
e ever seen. I can't believe some loser didn't do right by you. I’d really like to kick his ass for being a selfish prick!”

  She blushes and squirms, suddenly uncomfortable.

  “Hold on a sec ... why are you ... oh fuck! Do I know the loser who gave you a crap first time?”

  She opens her mouth to say something but then looks away, suddenly embarrassed.

  Fuck, that can only mean that I do know the selfish asshole and that means that it can only be Landon or Teague.

  And while Landon strikes me as a bit more shy compared to me and Teague, so I could easily believe that he’d get way too excited and cock everything up with someone inexperienced, for some reason I put my money on Teague.

  The way he was all over Aubrey on Monday morning, the way he touched her, possessive and smug at the same time ...

  I feel rage mounting inside me and I look at Aubrey, taking her hand and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

  “Teague is fucking dead! I swear, he better apologise to you.”

  “It wasn't Teague.”

  Aubrey's eyes shy away from mine, looking at a spot on the comforter.

  “Landon?”

  I’m unable to hide my surprise but she shakes her head again.

  “Then who?”

  She sighs.

  “I guess I should tell you. Since you play football together and earlier on he was quite vocal about it anyway.”

  So Aubrey tells me how she met Devon in South Carolina and she fell for him, and how he ghosted her once she left and he pretended not to know her when they saw each other again at school.

  “And now he believes that I put shit in his sports drink as pay back for being dumped. He told Teague and Landon earlier on. But I swear, Knox, I—”

  I kiss her, hard.

  I can't believe how stupid Devon was.

  First by using Aubrey and then discarding her, and then in thinking that would be enough of a motive for her to do something so awful like drug him to get him kicked out of the football team and possibly expelled.

  Our kisses grow hotter and more demanding and I feel myself getting hard again.

  Knox