I lean in, whispering against her mouth. “Come on. I think you like danger.”
My finger is sitting over the pulse in her neck, and I can feel it speed up as I grab her bottom lip between my teeth and drag it out gently.
Her ass slowly grinds into me and I keep my moan silent as I see the flashlights retreat and finally leave the library.
As soon as I see the two sets of boots disappear and the doors close behind them, I slide my hand down the front of her shorts and cover her mouth with mine, letting out the groan I’d been holding back.
Her pussy is soft and smooth, and I shudder at the heat as I dip my fingers inside of her, feeling how tight she is.
“You’re not my business, huh?” I challenge. “You’re so wet around my fingers. That is my business.” I slide in a second one.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpers. “Masen, no.”
“Why not?” I hold her jaw, trailing kisses across her cheek as I pump my fingers inside her. “You think your friends will hate you when they find out you’re a slut who loves getting finger-fucked on a floor.”
I slide my fingers all the way in and back out a few times in long, full strokes, before bringing them up and rubbing her clit.
She moans, arching her back, and my cock strains against my jeans, begging to grow.
“Yes.” She licks my lip ring, rubbing her ass into my dick. “I’m afraid they’ll find out I like it.”
Yes. I kiss her fast, moving over her mouth hard and strong, because I feel like eating, and she’s the only food I want.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I tell her. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
“Huh?”
But I dive back inside her, ignoring her and kissing her neck and jaw and pulling her ear lobe in between my teeth. I taste any bit of skin I can reach, never slowing my fingers down. Of course she doesn’t understand my comment, and I won’t explain. She has no idea that she’s been in my head and body for years instead of just days.
My fingers keep going, deep and steady, coming out to swirl around her clit every so often and feeling her shiver against me. She spreads her legs wider, and I bring my fingers out, covering her whole damn pussy in my hand, because I just want to savor the feel of her. All of her in my hands.
“Masen.” Her pant is wanton and filled with lust.
Masen. I want her to say my name. Not someone else’s.
“I can feel how hard I’m making you,” she whispers up at me, kissing my jaw. “What the hell’s happening?”
I don’t know, but I can’t stop it any more than you can.
“Pull up your shirt,” I demand again.
But she shakes her head.
“Now,” I growl, leaning into her cheek. “I want to look at you.”
Her whisper tickles my jaw. “But you won’t just look. You’ll touch.”
Hell, yes, I will. “You got a problem with that?” I ask. “Because your pussy is kind of in my hand already.”
She kisses me light and soft, biting and teasing. “But if I take off my top,” she teases “you’re going to want me to take off my bottoms, too.”
I groan, my cock swelling painfully. The thought of her naked has the room starting to tip on its side.
Please.
She covers my hand on her pussy with her hand and presses it into herself, grinding against it. “And then your hands won’t be enough, and you’ll want to fuck.” She moans, her body grinding against mine. “And my prom date won’t like that.”
I squeeze her waist, baring my teeth. God, she knows how to fuck with me.