Yeah, this is fucking happening.
“Come with me.”
I took his hand and led him into the stream of students. I knew exactly where to take him. A little wooden door, smaller and more understated than any other door in the entire castle, was tucked away in an alcove under a flight of stairs. I’d seen it resting open a few times and knew it hid a closet just big enough for my needs.
“You’re a little crazy,” he said with a grin as I dragged him into the closet. “I love it.”
Instead of responding with words, I just shoved the door shut with my foot and then shoved Jayce against the door, throwing myself at him and attacking his lips again like I hadn’t just been kissing them ten seconds earlier.
The craving rampaging through my body was so strong, it had me ninety-nine percent convinced I’d die if I stopped kissing the beautiful, broad-shouldered blond man.
Not that he seemed to have any objections. As my body collided with his, he wrapped his arms around me, kissing me back like maybe he was feeling the same sort of desperate, unquenchable need I was. Our hands were everywhere as our mouths moved together, short gasps escaping our lips as we changed the angle of our kiss, tongues dancing, teeth knocking together.
It felt like getting sucked up into a hurricane of pleasure, making me dizzy and disoriented and so fucking wet.
He grabbed my hips and changed our positions, putting my back against the heavy wooden door and using that leverage to press his body even closer to mine. I could feel his cock against my stomach, hard and thick and hot as a fucking brand, and it made another gush of wetness flood my panties.
“I’ve never—done this before,” he panted between searing kisses to my neck, shoulder, and jawline. “Fucked in a closet.”
I hadn’t either. My sex life with Colin had started off pretty vanilla and slowly devolved to downright boring. But with the way I was feeling right now, someone could’ve yanked the door open behind us to reveal the whole school standing out in the hallway, and I still wouldn’t have stopped. I’d rather fuck Jayce in front of the entire damn school than not fuck him at all.
Spurred on by
a growing desperation, I grabbed his tunic and yanked on the fabric, and he obliged by raising his arms long enough for me to tug the garment off.
Holy shit.
It was really the entire world’s loss that Jayce had been turned by a hellhound before his acting career took off, because the man deserved to be a damn movie star. Those perfectly tanned, muscled shoulders and that smooth six-pack deserved to be blown up to larger-than-life-size on the silver screen. Women would line up around the block to drool at the easy, effortless, rugged good looks of Jayce… Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was.
Shit.
I should probably know that.
The thought was driven from my mind as he moved closer again and my hands rose up to touch his smooth, muscled chest. I swore drool really did pool in the corner of my mouth as my hands roamed his warm skin with possessive lust. It was like crack. Touching him was my new drug, my new obsession, my new dirty religion.
My mouth joined my hands, licking and sucking and biting a path across his chest and over his shoulders, and he groaned low in his throat, making the skin beneath my lips vibrate.
The sound traveled through my body on a wave and went straight to my clit, making the hard bud throb as if he’d physically touched it.
His groping hands shoved my tunic up above my breasts, and he pressed me back against the door before he dipped his head to flick my nipple with his tongue. I let out a loud moan, grabbing his head with both hands and clenching fistfuls of his golden blond hair.
One of his hands slipped down the front of my leggings, moving unerringly toward the spot I needed him most. And as soon as two thick fingers found my clit, I exploded. I came harder than I ever had in my life, my back bowing away from the door as my knees shook, my eyes flaring wide with shock and ecstasy.
Jayce stared down at me with lust blazing in his blue eyes, his bare chest rising and falling with his deep breaths, as the movements of his fingers on my clit slowed.
“Goddamn, Piper. You’re gorgeous when you come. Show me again.”
His fingers resumed their motion, and for a second, the pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. Then it was all pleasure again, deep and consuming, driving me toward another orgasm.
The second one was no less intense than the first, and this time, Jayce didn’t even give me a chance to come down before pushing me toward another. His fingers were a blur on my clit, and my muscles couldn’t decide whether to melt or lock up as I came for a third time.
Holy fucking Jesus.
I groped blindly for the waistband of his pants, and when my fingers finally found what I was looking for, I shoved the fabric down just enough to free his cock, wrapping my hand around the velvet-coated steel. Precum was already oozing from the tip, and I used that to slick his length, sliding my hand up and down his shaft.
He groaned again but didn’t stop what he was doing. In fact, my attention to his cock only made him work my pussy harder. The two fingers that’d been circling my clit slipped inside me, and he used the heel of his hand to keep working the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers drove in and out in rough motions.
And I came.