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Boys That Read: A High School Romance

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by Rosewood, Betti


  "Good." Her eyes were shooting daggers at me and I couldn't help grinning.

  "I thought you liked her," she said softly. "It's very clear she's into you."

  "I don't. I like you." I took a step closer, putting my hands on her hips and grinning at her. "Can't you see that?"

  "I like hearing it," she shrugged, making me laugh out loud.

  "Anyone ever tell you how spoiled you are, Stells?"

  "I'm not!" She pursed her lips, but she could barely fight off the smile threatening to pull the corners of her mouth up.

  "Sure, Princess." I came closer to her, letting my fingertips linger over her exposed hipbone. "So, what are you going to do about those pictures?"

  "Keep them," she said, sounding distracted as she let out a hiss of air. My fingers touched her bare skin, and her eyes found mine, silently begging me to keep going. "Use them when I get a chance."

  "You think that's a good idea?" I muttered, stepping just a little bit closer until I could feel her soft breath against my skin. "To blackmail me like that?"

  "It's for your own good," she purred just as I wrapped my fingers around her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. I groaned when I tasted her sweetness. "That evil woman is using you, and I don't like it one bit."

  "A little protective of me, aren't we?" I winked at her. "Think I'm yours now, do you? Is that why you're getting so possessive?"

  "I..." She stared me down. “I’m not yours.”

  “You don’t want to be?” Once again, she couldn’t come up with an answer, and I chuckled at her. “Stells. You need to stop fighting this. I know you’re a good person underneath this façade. Just because your father hurt you doesn’t mean everyone else will as well.”

  “How dare you say that to me,” she hissed, trying to push me away, but I wouldn’t let her. “You don’t know anything.”

  “Oh, but I do,” I insisted. “And I’m going to find out even more and get you the hell away from this toxic house. I’m going to take care of you and protect you. I’m going to make sure you’re safe.”

  “Why?” she demanded. “Why would you do that?”

  “Why do you think?” I asked softly, letting my pointer finger linger on her lips. “Because I care.”

  “Is that it?”

  “No, that’s not it,” I grunted. “Do you want to hear more?”

  She nodded wordlessly, and I pressed her against the wall.

  “I care about you,” I whispered against her lips. “I like you. I need you. I’m lost without you. You’re a part of me and I’m done being without that part. From now on, you’re mine.”

  She whimpered. “But I’ve been so mean to you.”

  I touched my fingertips to her hips, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Well, it’s about time you learned how to be nicer.”

  19

  Date: September 17th, 2019, 10.25 p.m.

  Place: Estella’s house

  Estella

  "I don't think I know how to be nice." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, hoping Milo wouldn't notice my fingers trembling.

  "Maybe not now, but you could learn." His fingers found mine, and he cradled my hand, pulling it against his chest. I raised my eyes, meeting his and feeling the burn in his gaze. "I just want the old Estella back. The one who threw her head back when she laughed. The one who wasn't embarrassed about being with me."

  "That was a long time ago. I don't know if I'm still the same person."

  "It's okay," he muttered, raising his other hand to my lips and tentatively pressing a finger against my bottom lip. "You don't have to be the same person. But you don't have to erase everything about yourself every single time just so you can start over."

  "I like fresh starts." A nervous laugh escaped my lips.

  "Yeah, I know." His voice was gentle, sweet. "But don't let go of the memories just because you want one, okay, Princess?"

  "Okay." My words were barely above a whisper, and I felt the corners of my lips tugging upward as he grinned at me. He was making my knees weak, not that I'd ever admit that out loud. I was shaking in his presence, desperate for him to touch me again. "Milo..."

  "Yeah?" His voice was rougher now, scratchy.

  "Will you take care of me?"

  "No." He retrieved his fingers from mine, wrapping his arms around my hips. "But I will teach you how to take care of yourself." His lips met mine, peppering butterfly kisses all over my mouth. I couldn't help but smile. He always knew the right thing to say. I kissed him back, soon pulling him in closer to get a better taste of his mouth. I wanted to commit everything about Milo Earnshaw to my memory and never forget it. Because this moment was perfect, he was perfect. And together, we were perfect.

  Milo groaned as I deepened the kiss, pulling me firmly against him. I could feel my own heart hammering against his chest, but he didn't mention it. One of his hands traveled up my spine and into the dark tangles of my hair, holding down firmly on the silky tresses.

  "You're torturing me," I whispered against his lips.

  "How?"

  "I want so much more."

  His hand came to rest on the fuzzy belt of my bathrobe. "Then give me more."

  "I..." I was about to lie, to come up with a thousand excuses, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The truth was, I wanted this. The very thing I'd been keeping sacred for eighteen years, not letting anybody else touch it. But now, I knew it was going to be Milo's all along. "Have you... ever before?"

  He shook his head, his eyes dark and stormy as they met mine. "No, I've been waiting for you."

  I laughed nervously, but he seemed completely serious. "Milo, that's... I can't believe that."

  "Told you. You were mine before you even knew it." He smirked at me, smoothing down my hair with his free hand while the other one tugged on the belt of my bathrobe. "You sure you want me to see?"

  "Yeah," I managed to whisper, flushing and looking down at the knot in front of my tummy that was slowly coming undone. I looked up at Milo through thick lashes, and he muttered my name as he undid the belt.

  His eyes didn't go to my bare skin. No, instead he kept them fixed on mine, testing my patience and seeing how I responded to his touch. "I love you bare for me," he groaned. There was movement outside my door, and he pulled me closer, pressing his finger against my lips. "Don't make a sound, Princess."

  We stood, pressed together, for what could have been an eternity or merely a few seconds. Our eyes were locked, our bodies so close I could feel his rigid hardness digging into my stomach. I'd felt it before, with Natan, and with Crispin, but this time it felt real. And I wanted it. I wanted to peel Milo's clothes off and just admire him for hours. I wanted to lick every inch of his muscled, bare skin. But more than anything, I wanted to give him what had been his all along.

  I slipped my own robe off, earning a shocked look from Milo. "What are you doing?"

  I pressed my finger against my lips and slid the robe down, letting it pool at my feet. Milo's gaze danced between my lips and my eyes until I slid my palms down my hips, letting them wander over my curves. "Don't you want to look at me, Milo?"

  He swallowed and I watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Fuck. The boy was doing things to me that I could barely understand. "Of course I want it..."

  "But?"

  "But..." He groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. "I'll want so much more if you keep doing that."

  "Whatever you want, you can have it," I whispered, and his eyes darkened another few shades, sending a shiver down my spine. "You just have to ask..."

  "How about I just take it?" he growled, advancing to me until the backs of my legs hit my bedframe. "Are you going to let me have it, Princess?"

  "Yeah." I turned around so my back was too him. "I'll let you have it all."

  He grabbed my hips. There was no gentleness in his touch now, just the pure need he felt for me. He pushed me forward on the bed, and a hiss of air escaped my lips as I fell to my knees, looking at him over my shoulder.r />
  "What are you going to do to me?"

  "Shh." I felt the kiss of the word against my back, and I tried to move, but Milo held me in place. "First, I'm going to taste what you've been hiding between your legs for eighteen years."

  "Milo, please... I-" I gasped loudly as his lips made contact with my pussy. "I just... I can't..."

  He grabbed my hips with both hands, not letting me move a single inch as he licked me from top to bottom. I found myself moaning in seconds, forgetting about any kind of decency and just pushing my hips out at him for more. He laughed against my ass, pulling me closer, with his other hand going to my neck and gently forcing me down. I let him put me in the position he wanted, hands folded next to my head, my eyes fluttering open only to see us in the reflection of my full-length pink mirror.

  "Look at yourself now, Stells," Milo told me, glancing at us in the mirror. "This is the girl I love, right there, in the glass."

  "I don't know her," I whispered brokenly.

  In moments, he'd turned me around, laying me down on the bed on my back and climbing on top of me. "But I do," he told me gently. "And I'm going to make you love her too."

  I choked out something between a sob and a moan as he busied himself with the zipper of his jeans. Sudden desperation made my fingers join his, desperately tugging at his belt buckle, eager to see what he was hiding beneath those silky navy briefs. He pushed his glasses up, pulling his shirt off from the back, and let me do the work. I slid his jeans to the ground, then slowly pushed his boxers down.

  "Milo, I..." I whispered, my eyes widening at the sight, but he gently tipped my chin back and made me look into his eyes instead of the throbbing cock between his legs.

  "It's okay," he said gently. "I'm not going to hurt you. Ever. Understand?"

  I nodded, and he started kissing a line from my mouth down my chest, over my belly, and again to my center where I was throbbing with so much need I didn't know if I could make it through without screaming for more.

  "More," I begged after a moment. "Kiss me there..."

  "Where?"

  "Here." I guided his mouth between my legs. "There, oh God, por favor..."

  He bit my pussy. Nipped at it. He used his hands to pry me open, and then he sucked a spot that had been aching since he'd walked into my bedroom. I cried out, but Milo pressed a hand over my mouth the next second, muffling my desperation. I closed my eyes tightly, fighting back the feeling of pure pleasure that was threatening to take over my entire body.

  "Estella?" A voice rang out from outside. "Everything okay?"

  "Fuck," I mouthed, looking down at Milo. "Papa..."

  "Estella?" There was a firm knock on the door. "What's going on? I'm coming in."

  "Don't!" I cried out. "I'm..." I shot Milo a panicked look, covering my eyes. "I'm trying on bras!"

  Milo stifled his laughter and went back to my trembling thighs, his lips torturing me as I attempted to convince my father I was doing the most trivial of tasks.

  "Okay," he called back, sounding slightly embarrassed. "Goodnight, mija."

  "Good... fuuuuu-night!" I managed breathlessly, pressing my own hand over my mouth as we listened to the sound of his retreating footsteps. Milo wasn't letting it deter him. On the contrary, he seemed to be going after my first O even harder than he had before. And I knew it was coming. I'd read enough Cosmo articles to recognize the flutter in my stomach.

  "I know you're fighting it," Milo breathed against the inside of my thigh. "I'm not going to let you do that for much longer."

  "Please. Please. Please."

  "Please, what?"

  "Please..." I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes tightly as I whispered, "More."

  This time, when he buried his face between my legs, he wasn't gentle at all. Every movement, every flick of his tongue was intended to get me off. He treated me like a lollipop, eager to get to the creamy center, and was shattering against his cruel tongue, ready for him to devour me. He was punishing me for my years of straying away from him, making me wonder whether this had been his devious plan along. To withhold this pleasure on me after the first time, making me crave it so fucking badly I would have done any-fucking-thing for another taste of his mouth, for him to bring me this high with his tongue and nothing else.

  "Milo," I begged, delirious. "Please."

  "What are you begging for?" he groaned against my pussy. "Tell me."

  "To come," I whispered. "I want to come, please."

  He looked up at me, replacing his tongue with a long finger pushing between my folds and making me gasp out loud. "No way. I'm going to be inside you when you do that."

  "Now," I moaned breathlessly, struggling to keep it down. "I need you inside me now, Milo."

  He groaned, pulling his finger away and stroking his long cock. Finally, I was getting a better look, and my eyes drank in his thick length hungrily. I'd never seen one before. And they definitely didn't look this good in the pictures and videos I'd seen online. Throbbing, pulsing with need. Turned upward, like he was ready to aim at my G-spot and not back down until I'd had my dose of orgasms.

  "Like it?" he asked in a low growl, and I found myself nodding. "Ask to have it inside you."

  "I want it inside me," I whispered.

  "I said ask." He gave me an evil grin. "Not tell me, Princess."

  "F-Fuck, I..." I swallowed. "Please, may I have it inside me?"

  "You may," he ground out, getting on his knees on either side of me. I raised my legs, and he gently pried them open, groaning when he looked at how wet I was between my legs. "Fuck, Stells. You sure about this?"

  "Do it," I begged, drumming my fists against his chest. "Now, Milo."

  His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he pointed the tip of his glistening cock at my entrance. He pushed his hips forward, and I gasped when he met resistance.

  "Know what that is, Stells?" he ground out, and I shook my head. "That's the cherry I'm about to take right now."

  He pushed deeper, making me grab a heart-shaped pink pillow from my bed and pressing it over my lips so I'd stay quiet. The pain was terrible, like a sharp kick to the groin, making me cry out again and again. But all I could hear was the sound of Milo's voice, gently bringing me back to reality, remind me so sweetly that everything would be okay.

  I pushed the pillow away with trembling hands, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him against me. Milo's lips took mine in a deep, needy kiss as he slowly brought his cock in, then all the way out me. He left it that way as we kissed, and I felt the loss of him like a punch in the stomach.

  "Back," I whispered against his lips. "Put it back inside."

  He rocked forward, bringing his length all the way inside me inch by inch. I was moaning until the second one and calling his name by the seventh. By the time he was done, I was a trembling mess of the girl I used to be. How ironic that I'd be brought to my knees like this... shaking, on my back, with the boy I wanted to hate so badly above me, pushing his cock deep inside me.

  "You like it?" he asked gently, and I nodded, mesmerized by his eyes. "Tell me how much you like it and I'll let you come on my cock."

  "I... I love it," I muttered against his lips.

  "Uh huh," he nodded, kissing me deeper. "Tell me."

  "I love how it feels me up," I whispered. "I love how deep inside me you've been. Deeper than anyone else. I'm going to save that spot - the one right there, yes, fuck - just for you."

  "Nobody else?"

  "No," I shook my head vehemently, kissing the corner of his lips. "It's yours, Milo Earnshaw."

  He groaned as I tightened around him, and he kept driving into me. A moment later, his right hand joined his cock, and he felt the spot where he was entering me with his fingers.

  "Fuck," he groaned. "Look what a tight fucking fit it is, Stells."

  "Perfect fit," I managed. "Please, Milo."

  "You want to come?" His fingers wrapped around his cock so only half was in me. He pushed in lightly, holding himself in place
inside me.

  "Yeah..."

  He locked eyes with me, smirking. "Milk it. Come with me."

  I let out a moan, looking down to see what he was doing to me. My pussy was stretched open, pink and so wet I felt myself flush in embarrassment. Milo's cock was buried halfway inside me, his finger in a tight O around his base. I held onto my ankles and let the building sensation deep inside me lead the way.

  My eyes fluttered closed, and I heard Milo muttering my name above me, over and over again. I squeezed a muscle I didn't even know I had, and his voice faltered, then grew huskier and huskier. I kept doing it, making his cool confidence turn into soft whispers of my name. His arm tightened around me, and he raised me up, driving himself deeper. I cried out, the pain nearly blinding, but a moment later, I felt him hit a wall inside me.

  "I need you like this," Milo whispered into my ear. "I need to be all the way inside you, Princess."

  "Don't stop," I breathed, and he groaned.

  "I don't think I c-can."

  "Please." I bit his earlobe. "Just fill me up."

  "I-You..." He groaned, thrusting into me. "You on the pill, Stells?"

  "No," I breathed, making him growl in frustration.

  "I shouldn't," he whispered. "I really fucking shouldn't."

  "Please." My voice was nothing but a needy whisper now. "Do it. I want it."

  "You... Fuck." I felt something spurt inside me. "Fuck, no, stop..."

  I squeezed tighter. I knew he was coming, and the unbelievable sensation made me arch my back, close my eyes and let go. I felt his juices leaking down, out of me, and I did my best to hold onto him, to soak up every last drop of his cum.

  "Jesus fucking Christ, Stells," Milo muttered, his lips feverishly finding mine and kissing me. "You... We really shouldn't have done that."

  "Are you saying you're sorry?" I whispered, nipping on his bottom lip.

  "No," he laughed. "Fuck no." He pulled out of me and I gasped when I felt something running down my butt, staining the bed. Milo put his hand under me and held me up, smearing his cum all over my pussy, my stomach and finally, over my nipples. He twisted a nipple, making me mewl as he said, "I severely neglected those pretty tits today, Stells. You're going to have a hard time making me leave them alone next time."

 

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