“A piece of clothing.”
I shook my head, but he pushed me back against one of the plastic walls and knelt down, reaching under my skirt and peeling my panties off. He pulled them down my legs, the rough fabric of the plaid skirt now rubbing against my sensitive skin, and lifted up my feet, sliding the underwear off.
The cool air caressed me, and being bare and exposed made me extra aware and crave him even more. I started to run, but he caught me and pushed me back again, lifting my knee and pressing it back against the wall at my side, opening me up for his mouth as he came down on me, sucking on my clit.
Fireworks went off in my thighs and belly, spreading down my legs as I gasped and whimpered.
“Damon…” I half-moaned and half-protested. He couldn’t do this to me here.
But God, it felt so good. He kissed and massaged it with his tongue, and I tipped my head back, unable to not groan, and I didn’t care who heard me.
I finally pulled away, stumbling off to the side, and I heard him breathing hard.
“Marco,” I panted, digging my nails into the walls.
“Polo,” he growled back.
I stepped backward more. “Marco.”
“Polo.”
“Marc—”
But he grabbed me by my necktie and yanked me into his body.
I sucked in a breath, slamming into him.
He got in my face, still holding me by my tie and asking, “What do I get now?”
“You cheated,” I argued. “You opened your eyes.”
There was no way he would’ve found me that fast.
But he ignored my protest. “I want your bra.”
Cute. I’d have to take off my shirt, then, too. Clever.
But I was way ahead of him. “I’m not wearing one.”
He exhaled hard, wrapping an arm around me and walking us backward, deeper into the maze.
Setting me down, he forced me back up to a wall and ripped open my white uniform blouse, the night air hitting my bare skin as the buttons flew, hitting the walls and floor.
He pressed his body into mine, reaching under and lifting my leg to nudge himself between my thighs. “Winter,” he murmured.
I kissed him, caressing his tongue with mine, and letting him know, with every breath, moan, and rub of my hips that I wanted him right now.
He slid his hand farther under my skirt, and I held his bottom lip between my teeth, as I reached down and slid my hand inside his jeans.
I too
k his cock in my hand, hard and hot muscle filling my fist, and I started stroking him, making it harder and harder.
“Now,” I breathed out. “I want you now, Damon.”
He sucked in air between his teeth. “Say that again. With my name.”
“I want you now, Damon.”